<?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-231045893904518068</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:24:21.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Algorasms</title><subtitle type='html'>What happens when you get too excited doing algorithms.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4581861568592673417</id><published>2010-04-06T11:47:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:49:31.620+10:00</updated><title type='text'>HI EVERYBODY.</title><content type='html'>oh well like im at uni and im mega bored. im sitting next to matt hammond and tiffany :D and like we have this lecturer and his like freaking homo.. not homo sapien but like homo sexual :D i have nothing to write about since i dont write anymore ill write a poem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROSES ARE REDS&lt;br /&gt;VIOLETS ARE BLUE.&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHAT THE HELL IS THE COLOUR VIOLET O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that is all. matt hammond is kinda gay and is writing up everything i am so bored his handwriting is so ugly. maybe i should like you know write more. i have no idea what to write about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MATTHEW HAMMOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you too tiffany :) just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4581861568592673417?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4581861568592673417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4581861568592673417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4581861568592673417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4581861568592673417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2010/04/hi-everybody.html' title='HI EVERYBODY.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3929585327011207900</id><published>2010-03-18T15:51:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:56:40.675+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Algorasms at UNSW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI!&lt;br /&gt;This is Chris, does anyone even check this blog anymore? Well if you do, you get to listen to me speak about nothing except me doin ur mum ;D.&lt;br /&gt;I have made it a plan to spread the word 'algorasms around UNSW for shits and giggles with the help of Luke and Pierre. We're only first years so it might take some time. But we will win, they cannot stop us, they can take our homes, BUT THEY CAN NEVER TAKE OUR ORGASMS!......&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm just sitting waiting for my tutorial to start, obviously i'm bored, shhh, go study or something. Force Quang to start righting on the blog again, tell Jen to shut up, eat some pie, have butt secs, get David drunk or give him red bull, whatever, just don't eat Quang, you'll get AIDS XD&lt;br /&gt;Good luck young padawans,&lt;br /&gt;Chris &lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3929585327011207900?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3929585327011207900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3929585327011207900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3929585327011207900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3929585327011207900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2010/03/algorasms-at-unsw-hi-this-is-chris-does.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4664404676658224620</id><published>2010-01-02T18:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T18:50:44.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why TA should never be bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Penis walks down the road&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he clucks across and sees a truck coming&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he screams "oh no"&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:06 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and does a barrel roll&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:07 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*truck zooms past&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:07 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*clipping his leg at it&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:07 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and flips into a brothel&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*penis goes hard at first sight&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*pass&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:08 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Penis said as he saw all the guys in the lobby&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*"damn im horny"&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*the guys in the lobby advance on him&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:09 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Penis pulls out a Chuck Norris&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*chuck norris abandons penis because chuck norris should be the one that pulls out penis&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:10 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*penis attempts to bribe the lobby people&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:11 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*The guys take Penis and give him a haircut&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*penis likes and adds in a full body scrub&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*penis' identiy is unmasked&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* adrian.     Torment    . I don't belong here anymore. has been added to the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Penis is actually ManBearPig&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:14 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*then aids enters the facinity&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*aids attempts to save manbearpig&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:15 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*But ManBearPig fire a missile and the brothel collapses&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:16 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*lady brothel next to it comes and saves penis &lt;br /&gt;David says (6:16 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*manbearpig is disgraced with his loss of hair&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*He goes into hiding in Mount Doom&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*4 seasons come and go, his hair grows back and leaves with hats that sprouted in spring&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he ends up meeting chucknorris&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Chuck Norris swims away because you don't meet Chuck Norris, Chuck Norris meets you&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*penis leaves to wonder the alone in the forest&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* - Dr. cyrax` has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;David says (6:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he notices that some elves are being ambushed by a shade and some urgals&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*So he fires his lazor at them&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and stops them in their track then bulldozes them over &lt;br /&gt;David says (6:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*so once again he is alone until...&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*a group of 200 lebs turn up with baseball bats&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and he bats with them &lt;br /&gt;David says (6:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he hits a ball so hard it flies all the way to hogwarts&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and it explodes&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:27 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*chuck norris shouts repairo and the ball come back.&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:27 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*then he realises the summoning charm is accio and he just repaired some other balls of&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*faecal waste. Unfortuently these exploded and faeces went everywhere&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:28 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*penis runs to cover from falling pile of crap&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*while chuck norris is buried under 10Mega tonnes of poop&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:29 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Chuck Norris vapourises the poop with his chin.&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:30 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and is left smelling like a sewer&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:30 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he now cannot sneak up upon his opponents as they can smell him lightyears away&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:32 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*So he takes a shower.&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:33 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*of course penis comes along&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:33 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*but the shower is made up of acetic acid&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:34 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking quickly, he blows up the shower and eats the rubble&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:34 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*then t-rex comes along&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*t rex eats chuck norris and his penis&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*t-rex implodes and Chuck Norris jumps out unharmed&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;* Ўφήĝч has left the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*then raptors come and attach chuck norris&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:37 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*to a crucifiction cross where he dies and gives everyone sins for all that he murdered&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:39 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*but because of the horcrux Chuck Norris revives himself&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:40 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*then voldemort arrives&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*chuck norris realises that he needs a special potion to get his full body back so attempts to posses voldemort for the time being&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:41 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Penis is back home masterbating in front of his laptop&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*watching his harry potter movie marathon&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*a blackout suddenly occurs&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:42 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*But he keeps fapping off&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*and thats how the milky way came to be&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*the end&lt;br /&gt;*yay&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*BUT SUDDENLY! A wild Abra appears&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:43 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*but nobody notices as it teleports away&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:44 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*except&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*he left a trail of splooge&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:45 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*that leaves every character having amnesia about what the hell just happened&lt;br /&gt;David says (6:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*ok i'm out now, continue if u want&lt;br /&gt;              Cr15py        . Giving out free hugs. Day n Night says (6:46 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*Said Penis as he finished masterbating&lt;br /&gt;-               »              PossesivePigfish        «__________ jt . Y says (6:47 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4664404676658224620?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4664404676658224620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4664404676658224620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4664404676658224620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4664404676658224620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-ta-should-never-be-bored-cr15py.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-2261377334853617413</id><published>2009-12-25T00:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:53:05.889+11:00</updated><title type='text'>last christmas i gave you my heart (8)</title><content type='html'>merry christmas people of algorasmville.&lt;br /&gt;i (quang) have not blogged in like a kajillion years. but since you know its christmas. idk how many people will actually read this. its christmas so me and jenny decided to blog about each other since we are now in an open relationship right babe ;) ahahahah we are sad kids :) alrite so i guess ill blog about my christmas wishes for jenben :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRRRRRY CHRISTMAS JENNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY :D wait before that let me link you to her blog just incase your too lazy to click on my links &lt;a href="http://smileforjen.blogspot.com/"&gt;PENIS&lt;/a&gt; there ya go :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to the blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas jenny. i hope you have a wonderful christmas full of presents and funness and quang :D have a wonderful year :D maybe one day we can spend a christmas together :) hope we are still best friends till next christmas and the christmas after and the one after and forever more. hope all your wishes and dreams come true baby :D ILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can someone please tell me what to get jenben for christmas i ahve no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for my school friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weve been apart for a while now. and even though im still talking to ta quite abit. all my other friends i miss talking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though most of our paths will separate and we will probably never have the chance to meet again. i want you guys to know that the memories that we have created and shared are memories that i will keep with me always &lt;3 and hopefully one day in the future we can all meet again and talk about how we went through highschool together. and as KP SAID i hope that our friendship can stand the test of time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for the other bunch of friends i ahve that do no belong in these groups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kidding ily all :) miss you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a freaking lovely christmas i love you phi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye now ;)&lt;br /&gt;saveeee tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quang nguyen .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-2261377334853617413?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2261377334853617413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=2261377334853617413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2261377334853617413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2261377334853617413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-christmas-i-gave-you-my-heart-8.html' title='last christmas i gave you my heart (8)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6753691609583599933</id><published>2009-11-30T01:08:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T02:08:36.014+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;20 Questions with David and Chris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1. What makes u happy?&lt;br /&gt;A1. Being with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2. What is your favorite sport to play?&lt;br /&gt;A2. Soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q3. Who is your favorite fictional character?&lt;br /&gt;A3. Optimus Prime. Yea mother fuckers XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4. What do you want out of life?&lt;br /&gt;A4. Friends and love and happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5. What is your favorite quote?&lt;br /&gt;A5. "Harden the fuck up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6. How many crushes have you had?&lt;br /&gt;A6. Um, 1. I currently still have the 2nd :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7. What makes you sad or angry?&lt;br /&gt;A7. Cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8. If u got 99.95 ATAR, what course would u choose?&lt;br /&gt;A8. My first preference. I cbf writing it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9. What trait of yours are u most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;A9. My sense of humour XD or lack of :( XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10. who in TA besides yourself is the most AWESOME?&lt;br /&gt;A10. Quang, obviously, der.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11. Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;A11. I love you like a Squirrel loves nuts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12. Rank urself from best to worst trait out of, sporty, smart, sexy and nice&lt;br /&gt;A12. Nice, Smart, Sexy, Sporty. lol, well hopefully XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q13. what do u value most in a partner in order of most important, intelligence, prettiness and niceness?&lt;br /&gt;A13. Niceness, prettiness, intelligence. (prettiness and intelligence and basically equal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q14. what song best describes your life?&lt;br /&gt;A14. Wake me up before you go-go By Wham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q15. What part of you/trait do you detest/wish u didn't have?&lt;br /&gt;A15. My excessive body hair XD It's fine during winter but summer is a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q16. Who do you have a crush on at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;A16. Roneth. Yea, doesn't work on me David. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q17. Favorite computer game?&lt;br /&gt;A17. Call of Duty. Hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q18. which do u hate more, hot or cold?&lt;br /&gt;A18. Hot, hot is a whore. Cold can be controlled by hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q19. favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;A19. Water, fuck yes, that's so bad ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q20. who do u idolise?&lt;br /&gt;A20. No one really, don't think about those things, too busy thinking about sexual jokes. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6753691609583599933?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6753691609583599933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6753691609583599933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6753691609583599933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6753691609583599933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/11/20-questions-with-david-and-chris-q1.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3854621748778565336</id><published>2009-11-17T12:06:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T12:07:05.042+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM AT DAVIDS HOUSE. LOLOLOLOLOLOL :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3854621748778565336?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3854621748778565336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3854621748778565336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3854621748778565336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3854621748778565336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-at-davids-house.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6993565850091343490</id><published>2009-11-17T00:50:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T00:52:14.242+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Omg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, this blog has been abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;Well, seeing as though i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered writing much.&lt;br /&gt;Except that Quang goes to the beach too often and should go and buy a suit for the formal XD.&lt;br /&gt;lol, David.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6993565850091343490?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6993565850091343490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6993565850091343490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6993565850091343490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6993565850091343490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/11/omg-omg-this-blog-has-been-abandoned.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-8462473824529539280</id><published>2009-11-09T18:17:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:19:12.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>JENISAWESOME :)</title><content type='html'>JEN IS AWESOME BABY :D &lt;br /&gt;and i love her . and she does not owe me a blowjob :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-8462473824529539280?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8462473824529539280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=8462473824529539280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8462473824529539280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8462473824529539280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/11/jenisawesome.html' title='JENISAWESOME :)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6600725697333610258</id><published>2009-11-02T16:29:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T16:34:46.498+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;How to study SDD By: Chris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Print off the 2008 HSC exam.&lt;br /&gt;2. Forget to print off the answers and wait for Quang to go do it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Wait for Luke to explain the answers.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do half the exam properly whilst eating food.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get sidetracked by talking about random dreams.&lt;br /&gt;6. Realise that your SDD teacher doesn't know that day/time the exam is on.&lt;br /&gt;7. Skip most questions that are either 'too hard' or 'too easy'.&lt;br /&gt;8. Use ninja reflexes to catch a ball being thrown without moving.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play 'Tap Tap' and watch Quang lose.&lt;br /&gt;10. Watch Quang play Tap Tap by himself.&lt;br /&gt;11. Procrastinate until 3:40.&lt;br /&gt;12. Bag out George for doing IB and still having 11 exams.&lt;br /&gt;13. Leave feeling good that some study was done. of which David 'claims'.&lt;br /&gt;14. Go home and don't study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this guide you will succeed in everything in life except intelligence XD.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6600725697333610258?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6600725697333610258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6600725697333610258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6600725697333610258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6600725697333610258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-study-sdd-by-chris-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6741481865255858451</id><published>2009-11-01T13:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T13:18:43.367+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New BlogSpot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow random people who like to listen to Quang rant and me talk bout nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Because of our success (or lack of) a new blog like this one has been born. &lt;br /&gt;Introducing David and Adrian's 'Optimusprimenumbers' XD. www.optimusprimenumbers.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;David is the best blogger out there and Adrian is plain gay XD.&lt;br /&gt;You all need to pressure Adrian into writing blogs cause he's a kill joy. Use physical force.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, go study.&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6741481865255858451?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6741481865255858451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6741481865255858451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6741481865255858451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6741481865255858451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-blogspot-hello-fellow-random-people.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5367666381649222601</id><published>2009-10-31T10:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T10:43:59.066+11:00</updated><title type='text'>save me now im faithless.</title><content type='html'>save me now im faithless (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no blog. partly because im so lazy to update this place anymore so yea how is everyone ? hmph thats good. well yesterday was a pretty fun day. went to the beachhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :D it was so random hahaha hey wanna go ? okay so then we went with viet anh oliver rachel nam drew laurence and meeeeee :D we went fishing snorkling and also wait i think thats it LOL yea after trying for along time to catch fish in the deep blue sea we stopped and then we went to fish in the small lagoon and caught heaps of fish. ROFL we lost out first bag of bait because me and aandrew were being stupid and building forts and then it came and washed it away == g fucking g we would have probably caught heaps of other small fishies LOL next time use bread (Y) and well yea laurence and nam went snorkeling and almost died so thats good :D hahahaha im kidding laurence got smashed against rocks :D and yea they caught these little shell things that we eat :D i swear to god we should have a survival camp there. cause theres so much things to eat and do. and well. what else did we do. umm. ummm. yea CONGRATS TO RACHEL ON CATCHING THE BIGGEST FISH ON THE DAY LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all went home. and ROFL we ate the shell things and i told laurence to go and get TC's and what did he do ? he went to get PHI LOL. and then i told him to get whatever he wanted and he calls me. QUANG THERES NO BOOKING FAG. and i was like ... &gt;_&gt; yeah hahaha it was pretty fun we finished the pizza ! but i guess we had six people lol. and yeah that was my day apart from talking to anal and falling asleeep :D like i always do hahahahah :D anyway i ahve no idea what im going to do today. its going to be a boringgggggggggg day. UNLESS LETS GO BOWLING. im kidding i probably should pick up my software design and dev. book or maybe i should just. do nothing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said she dont care anymore (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you tell that i love her :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5367666381649222601?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5367666381649222601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5367666381649222601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5367666381649222601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5367666381649222601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/save-me-now-im-faithless.html' title='save me now im faithless.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7390279484374279377</id><published>2009-10-30T20:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:58:27.147+11:00</updated><title type='text'>XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Because Quang won't blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooo anyone who bothers to read this blog XD. It's Chris (the non-asian) (:P) here. David wants to see a new blog so he gets one. &lt;br /&gt;You know what'll always stay awesome? Pokemon. I recon in 20 years time, if I have kids, i'll still pwn them in pokemon. They'll be all confused, and i'll jump in and yell "BEHOLD, THE POKEMON MASTER HAS ARRIVED". I'll be the coolest dad....until they reach 13 years old XD. I'll rick roll them everytime they get into the car for shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Imagine Quang as a dad, lol. I already feel sorry for his children XD. (L).&lt;br /&gt;Adrian fails at pokemon hard core. Like badly. Especially for one who plays it a bit. &lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't most of you be studying instead of reading this? ....oh wait, i should be studying :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adrian.[c=4]Blackheart[/c]. 70% mean and may contain traces of various diseases. TGS09. says:&lt;br /&gt; ....waste of time&lt;br /&gt; pikachu vs geodude who will win LOL  &lt;br /&gt; oh shit the pikachu is winning &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is fail.&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;Cya&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;WOOP WOOP WOOP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7390279484374279377?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7390279484374279377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7390279484374279377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7390279484374279377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7390279484374279377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/xd.html' title='XD'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-1911704941023781771</id><published>2009-10-25T23:03:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:28:11.703+11:00</updated><title type='text'>question time.</title><content type='html'>thats when hell breaks loose and you fight it off (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION TIME.&lt;br /&gt;yea so im starting this new thing where some select people are allowed to ask me one question each and i must answer it truthfully for the whole world to see i think todays contestants aree. DAVID LEE. JENNY HUYNH. CHRIS HASOURAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID LEE's QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;What's the most embarrassing thing you've done in the past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph the most embarrassing thing ? i actually have no idea what the most embarrassing thing i've done in the past year is. well heres a story. my mums friend came over to our house in the morning when we were still asleep. and then she knocked on the door and no one went to open it and i was like == fuck and then like i walked out and opened the door and then like it was lady that looked like my friends my mum and i was like wearing nothing pretty much well i had like my boxers on and she gave me a funny look and then i let her in and then i walked into my room and then i was like.. wait SHIT WHAT THE HELL LOL. and i also saw a crab in my shower that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY HUYNH's QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;You have one hour left to live, who do you spend it with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay hmph, this question is kidna weird. because i want to say like everyone i know. But if i had to pick it would probably be like&lt;br /&gt;my family &lt;3 team awesome &lt;3 team sinep &lt;3 and probably some other close friends like jenben or even most of the vents. but then there might be too many people and then that might be weird i dont know. &gt;=| what a rigged question. so yeah. i spend it with the people who really mean something to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS HASOURAS' QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;Are you attracted to Jen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay umm. I have been asked this quite abit actually and i just say no we are just friends :) BUT lol ill tell you like the whole story okay like me and jen have been friends for like along long long long time and we talk way tooo much but thats okay :) because we are awesome. and shes always there for me and we always have a good time with each other. yea that can mean what you want it too :P andd truthfully WE HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT. but we were like nah lets stay as friends. cause im a shit boyfriend :D nah its because we have something more then most stupid little relationships have as friends ! and i dont wanna lose that if we do something stupid :) so yeah she means too much to me :D and heck i do not think about her that way :D i like pretty girls. unlike jenny :) BWUAHAHAHA kidding :D dw i think i might have fallen in and out of her before. that sounds so weird but you know what i mean :D SHES MY BACKUP (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and MEGA SPECIAL BONUS QUESTION.&lt;br /&gt;LAURENCE NGUYEN's QUESTION&lt;br /&gt;I only have time to save one person, do i save Laurence or Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm. I kinda hate this question, but i would save Jenny. Even though i dont want any of them to die. TOUCH WOOD. But i would save Jenny because shes not lived long as much as laurence. FUCK THIS IS RIGGED. i hate this question because both of them are irreplaceable. its like who do i save my mum or my dad. its rigged. i would save both of them ! but i cant. so ill let all my feelings go. and i reckon laurence would want me to save jenny. but then jenny would want me to save laurence == and then idk. this is fucked. I SAVE JENNY OUT OF PURE REASON THAT SHE HAS LIVED LESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not okay (8)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-1911704941023781771?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1911704941023781771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=1911704941023781771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1911704941023781771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1911704941023781771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/question-time.html' title='question time.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-2042848073448767800</id><published>2009-10-25T22:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:03:28.310+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my heart is so on fire for you (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what are three ways to win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;look nice , act nice, be smart :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do you like lightning?&lt;br /&gt;when it looks nice LOL ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever cut someone else’s hair?&lt;br /&gt;YES ANDREW :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. last person you said ‘i hate you’ to?&lt;br /&gt;i think.. either david or fel .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. rain or sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. last stupid thing you said to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;mum what happens if i was gay. LOL funny convo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. biggest turn off?&lt;br /&gt;...smoking fat drunk chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. fave movie?&lt;br /&gt;...shit i dont know. so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. would you date someone who smokes?&lt;br /&gt;..dont think so :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?&lt;br /&gt;..probably not :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what’s your biggest turn on, physically?&lt;br /&gt;nice long smooth slender legs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. would you have sex w. someone you weren’t dating?&lt;br /&gt;...depends LOL . dont judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. have you ever missed someone and regretted breaking up with them?&lt;br /&gt;yes ._____________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;br /&gt;idk. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. if you could go on ONE DATE with any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;...i reckon dating the queen would be hella fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. what’s your relationship status?&lt;br /&gt;single to mingle with lots of womaningles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. do you like cuddling?&lt;br /&gt;what retarded question is that LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. do you hold grudges?&lt;br /&gt;im a boy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. do you regret dating anyone?&lt;br /&gt;noooo. thats mega slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. hugger or kisser?&lt;br /&gt;depends with who. i would rather kiss my dog and hug my girlfriend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. missing someone?&lt;br /&gt;idk :S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. most important lesson you’ve learned from your exes?&lt;br /&gt;... that if you square it and add it with y squared then you get the hypotenuse squared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. are you happier single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;depends LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. how important are looks?&lt;br /&gt;to some extent :) admit it ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. would you rather date someone who was SUPER-HOT or someone who was nice?&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HOTLY NICE. nah nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you stay friends w/ the people you’ve dated?&lt;br /&gt;yes LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think thats cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. do you kiss on the 1st date?&lt;br /&gt;depends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. if someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?&lt;br /&gt;.....depends doesnt it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. some random girl comes up to you and says “who the hell are you”? What do you say back?&lt;br /&gt;Now who the hell are you, to treat me like that? I don't care where you've been, whatyou've done, or where you're at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. are you spoiled?&lt;br /&gt;...yes ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. name three things you would not tolerate in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;hmph dishonesty. MEGA SUPER DUPER CLINGYNESS. cant think LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. which one of your friends do you think would make a good prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;hmph.. david lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. did you miss anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;dont think so :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. last person to see you cry?&lt;br /&gt;i think like one of the scouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who/what made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;yawning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. are you a forgiving person?&lt;br /&gt;wayyyy wayyyy too forgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. would you ever share a girl/boyfriend with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;what type of fucked up question is this :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. i’ve come to realize the last person who gave me a hug…&lt;br /&gt;was way too freaking long ago wait i think it was luke after english LOL he is super duper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. are most of your friends guys or girls?&lt;br /&gt;like friends its dudes but super duper close friends i think its even LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. how long does it take you to get ready to go out ?&lt;br /&gt;i swear like 5 minutes if i liketh the haireth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. how many people do you know of named Adam ?&lt;br /&gt;2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. are any of your friends cheerleaders ?&lt;br /&gt;yes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. what was the last thing you burnt ?&lt;br /&gt;incense &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. what is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;quang richard henry paul huynh shenron nine tailed beast nguyen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 what color is the bra you have on now ?&lt;br /&gt;orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. do you straighten your hair every day?&lt;br /&gt;not answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. do you worry about the size of your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;i love boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. are you the typical girl who’s addicted to gossip?&lt;br /&gt;....yes omg did you know that jenny touched my penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. what are your favorite girly magazines?&lt;br /&gt;i love k zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;yes ... the time chris took me out :G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;br /&gt;nope i got bored to death once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. would you leave the house without makeup on?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. what’s the biggest turn on about guys?&lt;br /&gt;i love their nipple hairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. are you a girly-girl, tomboy, or in the middle?&lt;br /&gt;im a girly-boy :F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. is pink truly the best color in the entire universe?&lt;br /&gt;omg. like no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. what’s the most expensive piece of clothing you own?&lt;br /&gt;a pair of 900 dollar jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. what color do you absolutely despise?&lt;br /&gt;poo colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. have you ever stole?&lt;br /&gt;yes ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. have you set your hair on fire?&lt;br /&gt;yes LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. do you wear sweat pants?&lt;br /&gt;yeeas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. do you know anyone who has lost their virginity?&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeee. my dog :G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. have you ever ran into a door because you didn’t see it?&lt;br /&gt;nope ANDREW HAS HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. doesn’t 50 Cent suck?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. do you like hugs and kisses(xoxo:))?&lt;br /&gt;LOL sometimes its like... othertimes its like oh come here and hug and kiss me ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. do you act gangster?&lt;br /&gt;breww i am gangduh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. ever made a prank phone call?&lt;br /&gt;YES HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. last kiss?&lt;br /&gt;i do not remember LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. what bill do you hate paying most?&lt;br /&gt;the bill with the stripey jacket. gosh that guys a dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. where was the last place you had a romantic dinner?&lt;br /&gt;with viet anh laurence and phi and kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. what did you want to be when you were growing up?&lt;br /&gt;a sexy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a guy?&lt;br /&gt;camping LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. when did you first start feeling older?&lt;br /&gt;when my tom and andrew started calling me uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. favorite guilty pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;masterbation. spelling it of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. what famous person(s) would you like to have dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;the queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. what famous person would you like to date?&lt;br /&gt;rofl i reckon colbie caillat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. what do you hate about your school?&lt;br /&gt;idk. some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. last person whose bed you laid in besides your own?&lt;br /&gt;umm... mums :D ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. have you lost a friend recently?&lt;br /&gt;iunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;umm. i forget LOL have i ? wait yes i ahve thats a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;br /&gt;wayyy too much :D :) :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. is it easier to forgive, or to forget?&lt;br /&gt;forgive the forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;br /&gt;:) iunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. is your best friend pretty?&lt;br /&gt;she could turn george bush on ;) and his old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. is it awkward when you run into your exes?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;who hasnt LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. can you make yourself cry?&lt;br /&gt;yuuup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. is your life simple or complicated?&lt;br /&gt;i could turn mine into a tv show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. are you easily confused?&lt;br /&gt;CONFUZZLEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. are you taller than 5′4″?&lt;br /&gt;i think LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;yup ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;yes even my armpit hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. does everything really happen for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;....i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-2042848073448767800?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2042848073448767800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=2042848073448767800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2042848073448767800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2042848073448767800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-heart-is-so-on-fire-for-you-8-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-312960661546260264</id><published>2009-10-19T12:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:01:17.207+11:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Trap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/Stu6TUn1uxI/AAAAAAAAADg/6_0ld0uWrD4/s1600-h/AdmiralAckbar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394109819822390034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/Stu6TUn1uxI/AAAAAAAAADg/6_0ld0uWrD4/s400/AdmiralAckbar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-312960661546260264?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/312960661546260264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=312960661546260264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/312960661546260264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/312960661546260264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-trap.html' title='It&apos;s a Trap!'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*awaiting sounds of tumbleweed and crickets*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         shut up ive got it the hardest atm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hiding boners is an art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im bitch king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love - HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*write under love: that shit is overrated. sex (or making love, using the correct nomenclature) used to be special and now i see people all around me fornicating like rabbits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clothes - clearly i am the authority of this subject matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go rape the hsc, then flip it over and rape it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TACOS ANYONE? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/StsWh6kBBhI/AAAAAAAAADY/j7PjMYKdP_U/s1600-h/3642661392_5801c3b218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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This test is out of 100 questions which means that the number you get as your score is also your percentage. Tag some of your friends, and re-post as "I do stupid things __% of the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. [ ] Forgot to put the lid on the blender, turned it on, and had everything fly out&lt;br /&gt;2. [ ] Gotten your head stuck between the stair rails LOL&lt;br /&gt;3. [x] Broken a chair by leaning back in it&lt;br /&gt;4. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;5. [x] Choked on your own spit while you were talking&lt;br /&gt;6. [x] Had people tell you that you are blonde when you're not, or had people tell you that your blonde highlights are going to your head&lt;br /&gt;7. [x] Been caught staring at your crush by your crush&lt;br /&gt;8. [x] Have looked for something for at least 5 min then realized it was in your hand&lt;br /&gt;9. [x] Tried to push open a door that said pull&lt;br /&gt;10. [x] Tried to pull open a door that said push&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. [ ] Have actually believed someone when they said that they knew how to make a love-potion&lt;br /&gt;12. [x] Have hit yourself in the process of trying to hit something else&lt;br /&gt;13. [x] Have tripped and falen UP the stairs :(&lt;br /&gt;14. [ ] Have actually exploded marshmallows in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;15. [x] Have gotten gum stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;16. [x] Had gum fall out of your mouth while trying to blow a bubble&lt;br /&gt;17. [x]Have had the juice from a mini tomato squirt out and hit somebody else when you bit into it&lt;br /&gt;18. [x] Have had your drink come out your nose because you were laughing so hard&lt;br /&gt;19. [x] Have called one of your good friends by the wrong name&lt;br /&gt;20. [x] Have skinned your toe because you were playing soccer or kickball with flip flops on or you were barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. [x] Have put a sticker on your forehead, forgot it was there, and went out in public with it on&lt;br /&gt;22. [x] Have fallen out of a moving vehicle&lt;br /&gt;23. [x] Have run into a closed door&lt;br /&gt;24. [x] Did something stupid and blamed someone else&lt;br /&gt;25. [ ] Searched for your cell phone while you were talking on it&lt;br /&gt;26. [x] It has taken you longer than 5 min to get a joke&lt;br /&gt;27. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a blow dryer&lt;br /&gt;28. [ ] Have gotten your hair stuck in a fan&lt;br /&gt;29. [x] Tripped on a crack in the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;30. [x] Said o'clock after saying how many min after the hour, example: 5:30 o'clock, or 6:15 o'clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. [ ] After someone told you that there was gum on the ground, you stepped in it&lt;br /&gt;32. [x] Put on a white shirt even though you already knew it was raining outside&lt;br /&gt;33. [x] Have ever walked up to a stranger because you thought they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;34. [x] Ever been kicked out of a grocery store/off their property&lt;br /&gt;35. [x] Touched the stove, the curling iron, a hot pan, etc when its on, even though you knew it was hot&lt;br /&gt;36. [x] Taken off your clothes to change into something else then accidentally put the old clothes back on&lt;br /&gt;37. [x] Wondered why something wasn't working then realized it wasn't plugged in&lt;br /&gt;38. [ ] Put the cereal in the fridge, or put the milk in the cupboard&lt;br /&gt;39. [x] Walked into a pole&lt;br /&gt;40. [x] Wore two different earrings or shoes by accident/stolen someone's shoes by accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. [x] Put your shirt on backwards/inside-out without realizing it then left your house&lt;br /&gt;42. [x] Tried to take a picture of someone's eye with the flash on&lt;br /&gt;43. [x] Gotten a ring stuck on your finger because you put it on even though you knew it was too small&lt;br /&gt;44. [x] Walked out of the bathroom (stall) with toilet paper stuck to your shoe without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;45. [x] Went to go do something/go get something, then when you got there, you forgot what it is was that you were going to do&lt;br /&gt;46. [x] Picked up someone else's drink and drank out of it by accident when your drink was right next to it&lt;br /&gt;47. [x] Fallen out of your chair while trying to pick something up&lt;br /&gt;48. [x] Have poked yourself in the eye&lt;br /&gt;49. [ ] Have gotten in the shower with your socks still on&lt;br /&gt;50. [ ] Melted your hairbrush while blow drying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. [x] Have done enough stupid things to take this test&lt;br /&gt;52. [x] Have accidentally stabbed yourself with a pencil&lt;br /&gt;53. [x] Have sung the wrong verse to a song without realizing it&lt;br /&gt;54. [x] Have given an odd answer to a question because you didn't hear the question in the first place and didn't feel like asking what it was&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] Told someone you were the wrong age because you seriously forgot how old you were&lt;br /&gt;56. [x] Looked into an overhead purposefully while it was on&lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Got up early and got ready for school/work, then realized that you didn't have school/work that day&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] Forgot your own phone number&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Have tripped on a cord after someone told you to watch out for it&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Have ever laughed at a joke that no one else thought was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 49&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. [ ] Done the Macarena to the electric slide or vice versa&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Said funner then had someone make fun of you for it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Have repeated yourself at least twice in the same sentence&lt;br /&gt;64. [x] Brought up an inside joke with the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Didn't do the backside of an assignment because you thought that there wasn't one because you had already looked and forgot that there was another side&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Did more work than you had to on an assignment because you didn't read the directions&lt;br /&gt;67. [x] Corrected someone's grammar/pronunciation then figured out that you were the one that was wrong&lt;br /&gt;68. [x] Put something in a special place so that you would remember where it was, then forgot where you put it&lt;br /&gt;69. [x] Put ice in your drink after the glass was full of liquid and had it splash out&lt;br /&gt;70. [x] Told a lie then forgot what it was that you had said and got caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. [x] When wearing goggles, you pulled them away from your face and let go so that they would come back and snap you in the face&lt;br /&gt;72. [ ] Forgot to make sure that the lamp was off before you replaced the light bulb&lt;br /&gt;73. [x] Ran into a door jam&lt;br /&gt;74. [x] Told someone that you hardly ever do stupid things, then immediately did/said something stupid&lt;br /&gt;75. [x] Told someone to watch out for something, then you were the one that ran into it&lt;br /&gt;76. [ ] Have licked playground sand&lt;br /&gt;77. [x] Have purposely and repeatedly flicked yourself with a rubber band&lt;br /&gt;78. [x] Gotten so hyper that someone actually thought you were drunk/high when you weren't&lt;br /&gt;79. [x] Have been so hyper you actually scared people&lt;br /&gt;80. [x] Put duct tape on your body then pulled it off to see if it would hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 65&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. [x] Put duct tape on your hair/someone else's hair then pulled it off&lt;br /&gt;82. [x] Put a clothes pin/hair clip on your lip, figured out that it hurt, then did it again&lt;br /&gt;83. [ ] Sat and wondered why men's dress shirts have a loop on the back&lt;br /&gt;84. [x] Made up a code name for someone so that you could talk about them to someone else and no one else would know who you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;85. [x] Have gotten a hairbrush stuck in your hair&lt;br /&gt;86. [x] Used the straw to blow the straw wrapper at someone&lt;br /&gt;87. [x] Laughed out loud in the middle of class over something you just thought up in your head&lt;br /&gt;88. [x] When at a restaurant, you used your spoon to fling stuff at people&lt;br /&gt;89. [x] Have flung forks/spoons at people in a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;90. [ ] Tripped and made the waiter drop the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running total: 73&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. [x] As you are writing, you move your head back and forth with your pen/pencil&lt;br /&gt;92. [x] Have drawn finger puppets on your fingers then named them&lt;br /&gt;93. [x] Have wrapped someone in a roll of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;94. [x] Have used somebody else's toothbrush without even realizing it wasn't yours&lt;br /&gt;95. [x] Have started telling a story and forget what you were talking about or what happened in the story&lt;br /&gt;96. [x] Read a whole book but during the whole book you weren’t even paying attention&lt;br /&gt;97. [x] You have spelled your own name wrong before&lt;br /&gt;98. [x] When lying in bed you look for pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;99. [x] Have used your calculator as a form of communication in a class&lt;br /&gt;100. [x] Have popped a balloon in your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-687279492299045772?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/687279492299045772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=687279492299045772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/687279492299045772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/687279492299045772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-stupid-things-83-of-time-d.html' title='I do stupid things 83% of the time :D'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5524979833275857302</id><published>2009-10-18T23:35:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:54:46.447+11:00</updated><title type='text'>quangs reply.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;okay its quang now :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a reply to jennys blog LOL. well i have no idea what she talked about so ill just break down each paragraph cause im that mad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who has the easier way out of life ? well you know how you guys say that we don’t have to worry about stuff. Well sometimes being a dude is alot easier. But other times, we cop it for you guys too ! who has to listen to you everytime you complain about someone :P&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;not saying that we don’t hate it and that you should stop but :D i guess what im saying is that if you have a girl whos close and your a dude. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You cop as much shit as she does. :) oh yeah im mad. And bashing the shit out of each other yeah that hurts :D i swear to god it hurts . but i think overall girls can be alot closer then boys. Unless your like... awesome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay whats next umm. LOVE ? oh my god. I hate love :) its the most unconvenient thing ever. But sometimes its something you cant go on without :) bwuahahaha and what happens when being yourself is being the cool dude (H) haha im kidding. Its just i guess its really hard to be yourself around a girl. Because we think that you are constantly judging us and if we do something bad then your just going to get out of our lives and then we will never see you ever again. And we don’t want that so alot of the times we try to be someone who we arnt. And sometimes we like hearing about you complain sometimes we like it when you tell us stuff that no one else knows :D&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;when you guys are emotional sometimes we don’t care BUT MOST OF THE TIME I MEAN LIKE 99.9% of the time we have no idea what to say. What are we meant to say ? i didn’t learn what to say in school someone please tell me ! so we just say ahuh. =/ thats shit. Or something like that. And boys are just as scared of rejection as everyone else D: i think unless im totally a homo sexual right now. And just for fun BOYS LOVE THE LOVEY STUFF TOO ;D or do we :P ?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For us boys. Friendship is like sex. Without the.. well sex. But sometimes girls make that hard for us too. Like who do we chose? You cant just put us on the spot and be like. LETS GO OUT TODAY. But im going out with the guys.. QUANG WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME D: ... ... ... and then we are like fine == we hate it when you do that but we also hate it when you don’t wanna go anywhere and on a completely random note. I HATE GIRLS WHO CANT MAKE UP THEIR MIND. Hey where do you wanna go ? anywhere. Wanna go here then? Nahh somewhere else LOL what the hell is up with that. We need friends to live we need people to be retarded with we cant just keep a straight face all the time and pretend we are on top of the world. Because only quang can do that (H) okay im kidding. And like boys i think are really scared of rejection.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe its just me thats freaky scared of it :S lol we will approach you. IF WE THINK YOU ARE WORTH IT :D im kidding why don’t you come to us i swear == makes life so much easier. And the thing about boys. Is that if we see you are doing something else we will be like... nah ill let her have her fun. I don’t want to disturb her. But alot of the time we just want you to come talk to us :D when we are around you and his friends are like QUANG QUANG LOL LOL QUANG it probably means that he is talking about you. LOL == reminds me of Laurence and phi so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For us i think well for me i don’t really care what she wears she can wear like. The worlds most daggy clothes but hey idc shes still the most beautiful thing ive ever seen :) but other times its nice when you look nice. Like when we go out with other friends :) and i can be like yeaaa suck it to everyone (H)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God damn ROMANTIC STUFF. Is sometimes fun. But sometimes we are scared youll laugh at us :D ROFL. I got something else to make you all fuzzy inside :P&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I AM NOT GOING TO MENTION DAVID LEE IN THIS BLOG ROFL :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or did i just do it :O&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if i aint got you with me baby (8)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;quang ;)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5524979833275857302?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5524979833275857302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5524979833275857302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5524979833275857302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5524979833275857302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/quangs-reply.html' title='quangs reply.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-9110171782642246272</id><published>2009-10-18T22:56:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:32:52.661+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog approved by Adrian</title><content type='html'>HELLO! This is Chris not Quang.&lt;br /&gt;Because David Lee has asked me indirectly to write a blog, and because I can't be bothered thinking on something to write about, i'll just steal off Jen and write about a boy's thinking.&lt;br /&gt;N.B. My thinking is probably completely off tangent on what normal boy's think. Due to excess of chocolate and exposure to Quang and others :P.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first off, who we think has got it better. I'd say girls cause they have easy access to boobs. But then again, they do have more things to overcome, like sexism and period pain. But then boys also have to overcome over masterbation and hiding boners. It's a close call. But I think girls have it harder, if you know what i mean ;).&lt;br /&gt;Secondly love. Um, can't really talk much about it having not been in a relationship apart from with Quang. I guess we don't want to be ourselves to save embarrasment, well, I have to. Can't trust myself to be myself a lot, might caues a lot of problems for me and those in a 5m radius. And on the topic of sex, yes please.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, friends. Well for me, I like to help my friends and try to keep them for as long as possible. Or I would like to think so. Guy friends are fun/awkward to have in group public chats *cough* Team Awesome *cough*. lol, like only 3 people will get that :P. And girls,  if a guy turns to his friend and starts whisperring and they look at you and start giggling, they're probably gay.&lt;br /&gt;About clothes, if a guy likes you, he probably doesn't care about what you're wearing, the less the better. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, this was so long, omg i hate you Adrian.&lt;br /&gt;Penis&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-9110171782642246272?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9110171782642246272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=9110171782642246272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9110171782642246272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9110171782642246272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-approved-by-adrian.html' title='A blog approved by Adrian'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4623611551498510533</id><published>2009-10-18T22:30:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:48:05.900+11:00</updated><title type='text'>JENISAWESOME :)</title><content type='html'>hmphhhs, well, since this blog has always been from a dudes perspective, how bout i give you an in sight on what us chicks think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here i go .. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, most of us girls, reckon you guys got the easy way out of life. you dont have to worry about those things that we have to constantly worry about .  life as a chick sucks sometimes. girls dont get over things, bitching just goes on foreverrrrr .. :( at least you guys can just bash the shit out of each other and the next day everything is perfectly fine again! thats where we envy you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then theres love . its those small little things that you guys do that makes us smile and love you all the more . you dont have to always be the cool dude, you can just be yourself :) hmmms, you guys might hate it when we are all emotional and crap, but its during those times that we need you the most. sometimes, it takes just 3 words to make everything better, and, its not always the 3 you are thinking of. when you like a chick, be honest with her, cause she may just be feeling the same way. and one more thing, just for fun, chicks think about sex pretty much just as much as guys do :P BUTTT we dont run around headless about it, we like to keep it subtle ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then theres our girls. friends mean the world to us, and most of the time , nothing can come in between us and our girls. but with girls, comes drama. thats why we have you dudes :D you guys likeee get over things and thats why we love you :) oh, when we look at you and whisper back to our friends and giggle, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU :D and are only trying to make you notice. so next time that happens to you, come over and say hi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dress nicely boys, cause we loveeee boys that dress hot ;) its all about the shoess &lt;3 sexy shoes OHYEAA (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its always sweet for a typical romantic date ;P we love the lovey dovey shitt. makes us all fuzzy inside :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmphsssss . and my job is done :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;JENNNN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4623611551498510533?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4623611551498510533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4623611551498510533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4623611551498510533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4623611551498510533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/jenisawesome.html' title='JENISAWESOME :)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6952030132197563590</id><published>2009-10-17T23:57:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:16:02.655+11:00</updated><title type='text'>campsie day.</title><content type='html'>weve been together for a while.&lt;br /&gt;and ive memorised your smile :)&lt;br /&gt;im still mesmorised .&lt;br /&gt;still hypnotised :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todays post is dedicateddd to jenben :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;becauseee she is so awesomeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;and i think everyone should know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL OF YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;FEELING QUITE SHIT AND EMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some wonderful words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;that no matter who you are, what you are, where you come frome, what you look like people are always going to be there for you :) and everyone feels crap once in a while. its a part of everyone. but isnt it great that you have people to talk too ? and now some might say you dont. but have you ever tried ? and for the people who have tried and failed. maybe the person who you wanted to help you through it, was just not who you thought they where. but at the end of the day. everyone has a super duper support group. and the real friends are the friends who give up their time, sweat, blood and tears and would do it for you a million times over :) maybe when your feeling down. you should be happy with everything around you :) some things shouldnt be forgotten somethings should :) okay now i dont know what im talking about :) BE HAPPY :D and if no one is wanting to talk to you :) guess what im always here ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are never alone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you kiddo :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6952030132197563590?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6952030132197563590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6952030132197563590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6952030132197563590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6952030132197563590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/campsie-day.html' title='campsie day.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-8436511655439930510</id><published>2009-10-16T23:36:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T00:10:48.594+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh haircut.</title><content type='html'>hahahahah hello everyone. my name is quang. greetings from my planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yesterday night, was pretty random but lets start off with yesterday morning. YESTERDAY MORNING I WENT TO COURT. LOL I TOLD CHRISTINA I GOT ARRESTED FOR DRIVING A PREGNANT LADY TO THE HOSPITAL WITHOUT MY LICENSE. BUT NO ONE TELL HER ITS NOT TRUE :D okay well i went to court to umm.. help paulas uncle. which i think im meant to call uncle ? i dont know it confuses me. well i randomly called phi out. and then yea we went... paulas dad said it was what 33 clarence street so me and phi are walking up and down clarence street going wtf where is this place. and we walk to 83 and we are like..this place looks legit. but its probably not this place cause its not 33. walk around AND FAR OUT THERE NO 33 SO WE JUST WENT INTO THE 83 BUILDING and we were right. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANG : 1&lt;br /&gt;PAULAS DAD : 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL so yeah apparently we arrived abit late so they made us sit outside for like and hour and a half and then like all the kids came out because it was sooo boring and then Paula's dad was like dw. you guys don't have to go in and so after waiting for an hour and half we just went home. and wasted out lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANG : 1&lt;br /&gt;PAULAS DAD : 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah me and phi went to snow gum. to buy Vincent his scout shirt :) because we are nice people. hahaha how random are we and then we went to eat sushi train. don't know why we did that ! picking out only the plates that were cheaper then 4 dollars cause we are cheap bitches. okay so then we went to city hunter. and guess waht we did we played random games. i beat phi in need for speed. we won in rome total war and yea... thats about it. and then we went home LOL and then it was the most random day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE I GOT A SWINE FLU SHOT ? LIKE WHAT THE HELL hahaha the needle felt like really big :) and then umm... yea we went out for abit. didnt do nothing CAUSE VIET ANH CANCELLED ON US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW STEPH SAID HI. I HAD A DREAM ABOUT HER. :) ROFL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                   s'      [nt]²    ; SCHOOL! YAY says:&lt;br /&gt;*sup&lt;br /&gt;-                                                                 quangg     ; HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNNNYYYYYY ILY (L) says:&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;*writing a blod&lt;br /&gt;*blog*&lt;br /&gt;-                   s'      [nt]²    ; SCHOOL! YAY says:&lt;br /&gt;*MENTION MEE! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently im getting awarded in money for writing blogs. so today starts my new things where i write guides. im not actually going to write one. but guys should give me ideas on things. such as. i dont know go nuts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay boys. david lees and jennys huynhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTS HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNY HUYNH (Y) I LOVE YOU, YOU MAKE MY DAY, EVERYDAY :).  AND VINCENT LE FOR YESTERDAY. YOU LOOK LIKE ME WHEN I WAS A BABY. YOUR GOING TO GROW UP AND BE SOMETHING AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no other girl is quite like you :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-8436511655439930510?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8436511655439930510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=8436511655439930510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8436511655439930510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8436511655439930510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/sigh-haircut.html' title='sigh haircut.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5291492352713585032</id><published>2009-10-16T00:42:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:44:17.304+11:00</updated><title type='text'>happy bithday jenny.</title><content type='html'>HAPPPYYY BIRTHDAY JENNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone today. jenny said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                                 `______»[pнi]« says:&lt;br /&gt;*           ‹3        jen     ; (^) says:&lt;br /&gt;*YES I LOVE BIG DICKS PHI&lt;br /&gt;*JUST LOVE THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) to phi. i dont know if this means if phi has a big dick. but it means something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaginaaaa &lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5291492352713585032?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5291492352713585032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5291492352713585032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5291492352713585032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5291492352713585032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-bithday-jenny.html' title='happy bithday jenny.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3120936677940584430</id><published>2009-10-14T13:56:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T13:57:50.485+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here i am. bludging speech day/night whatever at luna park to study. and BGAH. :) i am so cool. where the hell is david i need to ask him some maths stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph i dont feel like writing anything == but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3120936677940584430?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3120936677940584430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3120936677940584430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3120936677940584430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3120936677940584430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6739083831204907351</id><published>2009-10-14T01:27:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:28:56.272+11:00</updated><title type='text'>morning.</title><content type='html'>tis 130 in the morning and yea. :) im doing maths cause im a sad kid. and well. READY FOR SOMETHING SHOCKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-                                                                 quangg     ; you knoww my name (8) says:&lt;br /&gt;*i dont think im going cf this sat&lt;br /&gt;goddess says:&lt;br /&gt;*oh i dunno u guys decide&lt;br /&gt;*how come?&lt;br /&gt;*oh&lt;br /&gt;-                                 `______»[pнi]« says:&lt;br /&gt;*goooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;goddess says:&lt;br /&gt;*yeh&lt;br /&gt;*hsc&lt;br /&gt;-                                 `______»[pнi]« says:&lt;br /&gt;*hsc.&lt;br /&gt;*(Y)&lt;br /&gt;goddess says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;-                                 `______»[pнi]« says:&lt;br /&gt;*lets not go as well laurence.&lt;br /&gt;*its a joke.&lt;br /&gt;*its not even a good joke .&lt;br /&gt;*to even go to .&lt;br /&gt;-                                                                 quangg     ; you knoww my name (8) says:&lt;br /&gt;*team sinep&lt;br /&gt;-                                 `______»[pнi]« says:&lt;br /&gt;*its a bad joke not worth going to.&lt;br /&gt;-                                                                 quangg     ; you knoww my name (8) says:&lt;br /&gt;*on strike&lt;br /&gt;goddess says:&lt;br /&gt;*im not sure if im rocking up this saturday, im busy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-                                 `______»[pнi]« says:&lt;br /&gt;*exactly.&lt;br /&gt;*im going to finally .&lt;br /&gt;*go fucking shopping&lt;br /&gt;*at dfo&lt;br /&gt;*WOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...LOL :) read it bitches&lt;br /&gt;yes phi loves dfo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters bitches.&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6739083831204907351?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6739083831204907351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6739083831204907351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6739083831204907351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6739083831204907351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning.html' title='morning.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-468997034627797852</id><published>2009-10-13T10:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T10:51:13.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy bitch.</title><content type='html'>damn im a sexy bitch ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-468997034627797852?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/468997034627797852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=468997034627797852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/468997034627797852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/468997034627797852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/sexy-bitch.html' title='sexy bitch.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6544983268780885277</id><published>2009-10-12T22:15:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:28:03.557+11:00</updated><title type='text'>it is over :D</title><content type='html'>i think im fallin for you (8)&lt;br /&gt;DAVID LEEEEEEEEEEE ILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello everyone. as most of you have noticed 40 DAYS IF FINALLY FUCKING OVER. and im very happy :) because tonights going to be a good night. tonights going to be a good good night :) hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah bwuahahahahahahaha i havnt even gone yet and i finished 4 hours ago. how sad am i. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the game is that the first person to notice that i wrote a blog wins a prize. :D A BIG FAT KISS FROM ME (L) KIDDING THEY GET A BIG FAT KISS FROM THE HEAD MASTER (H)&lt;br /&gt;thats hot shit bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph so how have the days been. i think it makes you like more hypo. i swear and it kind of is parabolic in nature. as its like hard and then easy then right at the end it becomes really hard. so yeah today was one of those gay study sessions. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well went to school. english was kinda funny cause mr cook is in an alrite mood and started cracking them racist jokes like straight away. ARTHUR HAD TO SHAVE. IN THE HEADMASTERS BATHROOM ? LOLWTF&gt; hahahahahaha. and then maths. i swear we just sat there and it was the same as any other lesson mega unproductive and like nathan came over and david was there and we started talking about the most random shit ever. ! like lots of prince of tennis hahahaha it was so random. and then yea i cant believe i actually went to bio. i actually almost fell asleep in biology. like i always do fall asleep in biology. and i just wrote the same thing twice. BECAUSE SOME IDIOT WONT START THE GAME OF HEXIC AND KEEPS DISTRACTING ME LOL. :) now as i was saying and then after that went home ... did some ipt study like seriously how weird is that IPT ? WHO THE HELL STUDIES FOR IPT. and well yes i did then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TONIGHT I WATCHED FLASH FORWARD. LOL IT WAS GOOD (H) you know once by accident i killed like 100 crows. outside a random village in somalia. it was a big shotgun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A RAINDROP AND IM FALLING FOR YOU. (yn) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now i have no idea what to write about. OH WAIT. a very lonely child told me to say. that shes cool. so. ill try my best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*=\&lt;br /&gt;*== *&lt;br /&gt;*KIK &lt;br /&gt;*LOL &lt;br /&gt;*MENTION &lt;br /&gt;*HOW COOL I AM ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELICIA IS COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLD LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.&lt;br /&gt;TIME FOR SOME HAPPY TIME ;D&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6544983268780885277?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6544983268780885277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6544983268780885277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6544983268780885277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6544983268780885277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-over-d.html' title='it is over :D'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-2943238577530472780</id><published>2009-10-09T21:18:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:31:58.923+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>50 THINGS I LOVE ABOUT YOU. Stolen From Carolyn ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like cheese? YES :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever smoked? Passively ?&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun? I WISH :D well not really i dont know. LOL&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you listening to? Varsity - Let Her Go.&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Sometimes LOL WHAT HAPPENS IF I DIE&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of hot dogs? Yummmy. 1.50 at our caf ;D&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite song? The Script - Breakeven&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Tea?&lt;br /&gt;9. Can you do push ups? Yes !&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is your favorite Days of our Lives Character? Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My Team Sinep Ring/Necklace&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite hobby? Camping :D and making computers :D&lt;br /&gt;13. Secret weapon to get the opposite sex? Just Be Yourself :D AND MAKE HER LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you have A.D.D.? ..i swear i do ask david LOL&lt;br /&gt;15. What one trait do you hate about yourself? I am a manwhore.&lt;br /&gt;16. Middle Name? Henry KIDDING ITS HUYNH :D&lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment? Sushi, God im Full, Boobs.&lt;br /&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday? ...nothing LOL&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Tea, Water, Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;20. Current worry? HSC BREW.&lt;br /&gt;21. Current hate? ...stupid songs that dont make sense.&lt;br /&gt;22. Favorite place to be? In my Bed, or in the middle of nowhere. wow the contrast.&lt;br /&gt;23. How did you bring in the New Year? I THINK I WAS ON THE PHONE WATCHING FIREWORKS &lt;br /&gt;24. Where would you like to go? Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this? KAROL SAID MY NAME LOL AND I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE TILL I DID IT :) and i dont really care. :) some people.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own flip flops? Yeaaa :D&lt;br /&gt;27. What shirt are you wearing? Good Morning Vietnam LOL&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? DUNNO :D&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you whistle? yea but not the finger one.&lt;br /&gt;30. Favorite color? Red/Green&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you be a pirate? nachos :D ? [scroll down]&lt;br /&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower? I make my own songs.&lt;br /&gt;33. Favorite girl's name? ...shit. LOL i think its [thinks of a girls name that i know no one with] .. i like Faith LOL&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite boy's name? Zhane&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now? Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh? People screaming at michael jackson ghost thing.&lt;br /&gt;37. Best bed sheets as a child? THOMAS THE FUCKING TANK ENGINE (H) REPRESENT&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had? ...split my kneecap open :D&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you love where you live? ...sometimes LOL&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3 ! :D&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend? ...hmph loud. JENNY LOL&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? i dunno ;)&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book? Like.... Magician. LOL&lt;br /&gt;46. What is your favorite candy? Cherry Ripe&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you know all the words to the Fresh Prince theme song? NOPE&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral? Well at Karol's im going to play Outkast - Roses, i reckon Mariah Carey - Touch my Body&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night? ...looking up computer parts &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Shit its 1.30 pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-2943238577530472780?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2943238577530472780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=2943238577530472780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2943238577530472780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2943238577530472780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/50-things-i-love-about-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-1607555268065863094</id><published>2009-10-09T18:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:28:50.702+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(: yag si aicilef&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-1607555268065863094?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1607555268065863094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=1607555268065863094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1607555268065863094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1607555268065863094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/yag-si-aicilef.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-1763170583348901033</id><published>2009-10-08T18:13:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:13:46.387+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>inspire me to be more then i can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-1763170583348901033?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1763170583348901033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=1763170583348901033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1763170583348901033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1763170583348901033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/inspire-me-to-be-more-then-i-can-be.html' title=''/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-8664376087570652100</id><published>2009-10-07T23:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:07:07.879+11:00</updated><title type='text'>if i aint got youuu (8)</title><content type='html'>some peopleee live for the fortune&lt;br /&gt;some people live just for the fammeee&lt;br /&gt;i livee for david leeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL well here i am on this quiet evening. drinking tea and eating mint slices. lol im going to be mega fat :D not that tired. waiting for some idiot without a bouncy bed to txt me back. and well because i dont know why someone please explain why you love this blog oh so much. but im writing a blog. because well partly because i feel like it and partly because alot of people like to read this thing. and my rants about whatever the fuck i write about. so first of all. these holidays have been pretty boring. havnt done much LOL. well yesterday i went ice skating that was pretty fun. just skating around like the headless chook i am. got visited by team sinep and then had some of the most awkward moments of my life. i am actually thinking of starting a new blog but only for guys to read so i can rant about man stuff. LOL tell me if you think i should hahaha. and someone for god sakes teach me how to paragraph stuff. and like im actually just typing random stuff. and listening to alicia keys. well yesterday ! there was two dollar tacos at burwood so that gave me an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait let me get the home phone !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother is calling me D: okay well. my idea is im going to get a bunch of friends ! and then like THE WORLDS BIGGEST PLATE OF NACHOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://preparednesspro.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/nachos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 324px;" src="http://preparednesspro.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/nachos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we all dress up as pirates and finish the giant plate of nachos lets make it like a metre long and wide while we finish all of pirates of the carribean and drinking red cordial ! SO WHOS IN. PLEASE SEND ME AN EMAIL. i can just imagine like a giant nacho plate with like a kajillion toppings. and yes i thought about this while eating tacos at burwood yesterday. :D okay well i also made moona a computer for 600 bucks pretttty cheap i must say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah its pretttty gooood stuff atm. i also installed some extra hard drives for the fun of it onto my computer :D how fun. and for some reason the ide hard drive i installed on moonas isnt working O_O ill work it out tmrw :) hahaha moona points at like homebush and says WE ARE GOING TO MIRANDA LOL what an idiot. okay well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you about this very fucked up dream i had last night. well i was hmph like opening a jar of pickled cucumbers. like holy fuck i love that shit. AND THEN there was like radioactive leeches that looked like blood worms in the jar and then one jumped out and onto my foot. and yeah i pulled it off and it hurt like hell and omg it was so big and then i felt it moving and it jumped outta my hand and like squrimed fuck fast around the house and then it bit my dad ! and then my dad peeled it off. and then it ran away into like this jar and we opened the jar and there was green water and a shitload of green long leeches and then we killed them all with a shamwow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tonybruno.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/shamwow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://tonybruno.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/shamwow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now your probably wondering how this works. well because it absorbs anything it sucked all of the moisture out of the leeches and then all of the leeches died. :) and that was my dream and once again i woke up late and guess what everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4 MORE DAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea four more days and then i faint in bed :) okay so like my friend just called me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea i spent most of the afternoon looking at MLIA and facebooking thats how sad i am :) AND WOOOOO VAGINA IS DOWNLOADING ME RAGNAROK II. AND I LOVE HER WOOOOOOOO. and shes going to play as well how weird is that hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY BOYS. TODAYS HIGHLIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I found out that the girl who has turned me down on a date, actually turned me down to go to her monthly pokemon sleep over at her best friends house. I wont be giving up on this one. MLIA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID SHUT UP IM ALLOWED TO QUOTE :D hahahaha im kidding i love yiewwwwwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing for you (8)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-8664376087570652100?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8664376087570652100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=8664376087570652100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8664376087570652100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8664376087570652100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-i-aint-got-youuu-8.html' title='if i aint got youuu (8)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5351155007669473627</id><published>2009-10-03T15:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:30:13.524+10:00</updated><title type='text'>youve got to stand for something.</title><content type='html'>so yeah. in the midst of a maths study session. 3 unit yayyyyyyyy. == and well i dont know where david is and i want to ask him something and this is just homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i started this post like 2 hours ago and now im feeling quite crap once more :D so i blog HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. anyway how is everyone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn i feel like writing a songggggggggggg. someone inspire me. so like lots of stuff has happened over the past day or whatever. things such as... i got no idea HAHAHA david made a facebook quiz thingy. :L and yeeaaaaaa it was which four unit maths student are you. i think i mention david the most in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see kay will you tell her that i loveee her (8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn the script is in my head and that makes me happyish. did you know that the most played song on my ipod is the script breakeven its currently like on 982 times or some shit thats like way too much HAHAHAHAHA. lets calculate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a 4 minute 23 second song. so thats. 263 seconds i think&lt;br /&gt;and if we times that by 982 we get like... 258266 :D&lt;br /&gt;and then we divide that by 60 then 4304.433333333333 :D and then we divide that again by 60 and we get  71.64 and then divide that by 24 :D 2.98 days. and holy shit. that is a long time for one song to be playing non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my rant is at an end. :) hello david i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta stand for something or youll fall for anything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace(yn)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5351155007669473627?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5351155007669473627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5351155007669473627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5351155007669473627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5351155007669473627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/youve-got-to-stand-for-something.html' title='youve got to stand for something.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5021895048348552266</id><published>2009-10-02T22:58:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T23:21:23.577+10:00</updated><title type='text'>it seems like everything is wrong</title><content type='html'>hello fellow algoroniams. i know there is only like 3-4 people who actually read what i write in this little space i have. well if you were wondering the song that is playing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lostprophets - last train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes me think about the good days when i was a little boy :D like in year 8 playing meuk ro. and i was in a guild called the lost prophets. wow i am such an awesome sad little boy which probably lacked a proper child hood. i mean waking up at 6 30 every sunday morning for war of emprerium (H) like holy shit i had no life. and then i occupied my time playing jRO. now that was a good ragnarok server i loved it :D met people who i will probably never ever talk to ever again. but that was a good ragnarok server. it is such a shame that it died in the ass. still the only thing to like stop me from going to scouts. apart from women. LOL :D okay time for the blog. well i dont know does my rant about online gaming count as part of the blog. well i guess it does anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like it was the other day i think on wednesday when steph and me went to the library and then we went to eb games :D OMG i bought assassins creed. for like 20 bucks perhaps the first game i have ever bought in my whole entire life. didnt want to get us capped again so fast you know. and like i finished it in two days. yea thats how much of a not life i have. well you are probably wondering what i thought of the game. well my rating for assassins creed is probably a 7/10. why? well because the storyline was abit dry, there wasnt much freedom of what to do the graphics and maneuverability was really cool. and yea well the story line wasnt too bad. the last guys to kill where no doubt a bitch. but i loved the missions. i loved throwing knives at archers and at templars from the roof. :D yea twas extremely fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man you guys must be so bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so yea im kinda anticipating the arrival of assassins creed 2, probably get someone to download it being the cheap bitch that i am. well hmph. what else. well as you probably do not know. yesterday i was feeling in the crappers. and some people help me get over it :D and well. im going to have a shout out to that retarded bitch ;D SO THANKYOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway christina told me to watch tv :D&lt;br /&gt;cause flashforward is on so i guess i will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vaginaaaa cakes :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5021895048348552266?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5021895048348552266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5021895048348552266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5021895048348552266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5021895048348552266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-seems-like-everything-is-wrong.html' title='it seems like everything is wrong'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-8624800284288786072</id><published>2009-10-02T18:02:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:02:54.225+10:00</updated><title type='text'>picture of you.</title><content type='html'>UR3/R4/UR4/DL1/UL2/UR1/UR4/UR2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-8624800284288786072?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8624800284288786072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=8624800284288786072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8624800284288786072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8624800284288786072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-of-you.html' title='picture of you.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6086184054714292401</id><published>2009-10-02T17:50:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:50:33.049+10:00</updated><title type='text'>go the eels.</title><content type='html'>time and time again i think about maths. how it helps me in life. everytime im feeling kinda stupid. well dont we all feel stupid? healthy harold once told&lt;br /&gt;me he was a puppet. it made me really sad. time flies, i remember first seeing healthy harold. everytime i think about him it brings me back to my child-hood.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im getting too old, maybe im not. all i know is that, i miss being young-er. never again will i be able to experience it. fun times, very fun times.&lt;br /&gt;little time was spent doing things i wanted to do when i was little. independant of everyone else i felt like i was by myself. everytime, at lunch i would&lt;br /&gt;sit on the school bunch talking to myself. sometimes i wanted nothing, sometimes everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6086184054714292401?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6086184054714292401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6086184054714292401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6086184054714292401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6086184054714292401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/go-eels.html' title='go the eels.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-327452852987670525</id><published>2009-10-02T17:32:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:32:54.534+10:00</updated><title type='text'>bring me across the water.</title><content type='html'>7361 63126331 8122 1171126352&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david = 3212338132&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-327452852987670525?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/327452852987670525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=327452852987670525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/327452852987670525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/327452852987670525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/bring-me-across-water.html' title='bring me across the water.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3313764507572987649</id><published>2009-10-02T17:14:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:14:52.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>hit the ground.</title><content type='html'>luuiitgy&lt;br /&gt;uaohytnl&lt;br /&gt;feytafin&lt;br /&gt;ibkiseho&lt;br /&gt;trnsolt♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3313764507572987649?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3313764507572987649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3313764507572987649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3313764507572987649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3313764507572987649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/hit-ground.html' title='hit the ground.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-9159785973202876043</id><published>2009-10-02T17:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:04:23.406+10:00</updated><title type='text'>brown eyes boys.</title><content type='html'>bulbasaur&lt;br /&gt;astronaut&lt;br /&gt;bikinis&lt;br /&gt;yellow&lt;br /&gt;igloo&lt;br /&gt;mandarins&lt;br /&gt;itchy&lt;br /&gt;saliva&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;br /&gt;yatch&lt;br /&gt;oranges&lt;br /&gt;umbrellas&lt;br /&gt;library&lt;br /&gt;infidel&lt;br /&gt;kites&lt;br /&gt;elephant&lt;br /&gt;crap&lt;br /&gt;rabbit&lt;br /&gt;anal&lt;br /&gt;zebras&lt;br /&gt;yam&lt;br /&gt;alvin&lt;br /&gt;null&lt;br /&gt;dictionary&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;heat&lt;br /&gt;ash&lt;br /&gt;tea&lt;br /&gt;enigma&lt;br /&gt;inservice&lt;br /&gt;telephone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bam.&lt;br /&gt;quang ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-9159785973202876043?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9159785973202876043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=9159785973202876043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9159785973202876043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9159785973202876043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/brown-eyes-boys.html' title='brown eyes boys.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6960893190660511208</id><published>2009-10-01T21:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:08:13.652+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i close my eyes, your on my mind . ♫</title><content type='html'>so like, havnt blogged in a while, everyone is raging at me to blog. and since there a mixture of people wanting to blog and me feeling complete shitface at the moment im going to have a rant on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously it sucks so hard. i dont know what to say. dont know what to do. but GAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i promise to god, buddha, allah, salahadim whoever i will finish this blog later tonight or tmrw morning. just feeling tooo crap to write. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love life. &lt;br /&gt;no i dont&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6960893190660511208?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6960893190660511208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6960893190660511208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6960893190660511208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6960893190660511208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-close-my-eyes-your-on-my-mind.html' title='i close my eyes, your on my mind . ♫'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-451331738123913167</id><published>2009-09-24T23:01:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:16:44.659+10:00</updated><title type='text'>make the angels cry.</title><content type='html'>this blog commemorates the ending of an era. the end of something that we all enjoyed. it signifies the end of our high school life. and the start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. here it goes my shoutout/rant about high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially for all the boys of 09 at trinity. but hey, lets not get sad that we wont see each other as much ever again. lets celebrate that we shared a good amount of our lives together. and all the timeless things we have done together. these moments, are things we should probably cherish for the rest of out lives :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god damn. every school morning i wake up. and im like yeah. i got school i get to see my friends. havnt you ever noticed how come in some holidays your like. kinda missing school. and you dont get to see your friends as much. and then your like SHITTTT I MISS SCHOOL. i know not all of you. but some of you. like me cause im a sad little child. and like i think leaving school is gonna make that x 100000000000. and yea i reckon life after school is gonna be good fun. but like all the randomness shared over the years. i dont think much can make up for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things we do. im gonna miss my random talks about girls with luke. im gonna miss pranking steven leong every tuesday. im gonna miss our random maths periods. im gonna miss mr cook being an egocentric dick LOL. im gonna miss beating robert every tuesday and thursday, im gonna miss the random talks at lunch, im gonna miss sitting next to david and talking about life. and im gonna miss alot more. so. for the next couple of days. im gonna do a shoutout to all of my good trinity friends. the ones that have been with me for like ever. even though i havnt event known them for that long. the first one will be today and it will be about CHRIS HASOUROUS. my secret lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay seriously i have no idea why we even started talking, how do we even know each other? LOL i think it was because of biology and software design that brought us together. but chris is like someone who brightens up the mood no matter what is happening. he can come in from anywhere say anything and make anyone laugh :) and for that i am like uberly grateful that he has always been there for me. even though if he doesnt take anything seriously :P except for biolgoy where he is a freak. chrissss you are so beautiful to me. oh touch my penis now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA WHOS NEXT? ANY TAKEERS ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the wog ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-451331738123913167?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/451331738123913167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=451331738123913167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/451331738123913167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/451331738123913167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/make-angels-cry.html' title='make the angels cry.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4515498531074191727</id><published>2009-09-22T19:12:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T23:48:14.245+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i have hit the half way mark.</title><content type='html'>well first of all. i know lots of people have raged at me to write this stupid blog. ive just been way too lazy doing good things like.. maths LOL. well todays blog is dedicated to someone who has taught me alot about life and perhaps is the reason of this whole blogspot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY MY FRIENDS MR HALL IS 50 YEARS YOUNGEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a little poem dedicated to mr hall himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr hall.&lt;br /&gt;you arnt small.&lt;br /&gt;you arnt tall.&lt;br /&gt;unlike jack.&lt;br /&gt;your not black.&lt;br /&gt;unlike luke&lt;br /&gt;you use a parachute.&lt;br /&gt;you are an army reserve.&lt;br /&gt;with lots of nerve.&lt;br /&gt;oh my hall.&lt;br /&gt;i love you. all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOO go mr hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was muck up today was kinda fun didnt do really anything just bummed around the school doing whatever i felt like pretty much. oh my god right now i feel like mountain dew. hmph so. went to school. :L and didnt do anything the wholeeeeeeeeeee day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home fell asleeep woke up filled some applications. and now im sitting here. why because i am. just am. no particular reason. talking to the usual people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well everyone. i love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any recomendations on a song ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your the best part of my day. jenben ;D&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4515498531074191727?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4515498531074191727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4515498531074191727' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4515498531074191727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4515498531074191727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-hit-half-way-mark.html' title='i have hit the half way mark.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-9052347902557364949</id><published>2009-09-18T23:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:36:17.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My top 20 fav movie!</title><content type='html'>Herro (lol for racism)(even though i'm not asian)(I'm Chris)(Not Quang)()_()&lt;br /&gt;anywho, i got really bored so i decided to make a list of my 20 favourite movies. They aren't the top 20 best movies (by any odds).&lt;br /&gt;shut up.&lt;br /&gt;20. Team America (fuck yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;19. The Bourne series (Identity/Supremecy/Ultimatum)&lt;br /&gt;18. School of Rock (Ac/Dc ftw)&lt;br /&gt;17. The Matrix series (I know kung-fu)&lt;br /&gt;16. Hero (Jet Li kicks ass)&lt;br /&gt;15. Waynes World (party time, excellent)&lt;br /&gt;14. Napoleon Dynamite (GOSH)&lt;br /&gt;13. The Protector (If Chuck Norris was asian)&lt;br /&gt;12. Wog Boy (It's only funny if you're Greek)&lt;br /&gt;11. Jurrasic park (VELOCIRAPTORS!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Eurotrip (this isn't where i parked my car)&lt;br /&gt;9. Austin Powers (Shall we shag now or shag later?)&lt;br /&gt;8. Ace Ventura (SHIKAKA!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Pulp Fiction (English Mother Fucker do you speak it?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Lord of the Rings (They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard)&lt;br /&gt;5. 300 (SPARTA)&lt;br /&gt;4. Borat (I like sex, it's nice)&lt;br /&gt;3. Zoolander (Mer-man!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Transformers (Marry me Optimus Prime)&lt;br /&gt;1. SuperBad (You drew dicks, like man-dicks?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm still bored, lol &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed wasting time reading this :)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;woopwoopwoop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-9052347902557364949?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9052347902557364949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=9052347902557364949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9052347902557364949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9052347902557364949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-top-20-fav-movie.html' title='My top 20 fav movie!'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3203288023041043025</id><published>2009-09-17T21:57:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:09:16.085+10:00</updated><title type='text'>waste my timeee (8)</title><content type='html'>todays blog is dedicated to vaginas mum. i have never met her but she is totally... beautiful she makes my day. everyday. okay now time for a blog because yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did i do today ? i have no idea well i received a fencing medallll wooo wooo wooo best and fairest suck on that robert mccloskey :) i am no doubt better then you. bwuahaha so yeah what did i have today .. well i have decided what to get for my new computer which is only half new cause im not chaning some stuff SCORE :D and yea. so hmph biology test was stupid i swear i like failed. satupid pop quiz. and then we had tutor period where me and robert tried to do some weird fencing shit to make it look cool. then we had maths double english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths was pretty fun we just youtubed the whole time. started off with hitler hates hsc english. funniest shit ever and then in english we just had a wild orgie of a discussion in which shoey wrote the cat sat on the mat LOL hahaha yea that was the highlight of my english lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so not bothered to do anything in ipt and yea just sat and did a past paper as i watched jack get in trouble. :) yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes tonight was also the house dinner. i will upload some pictures later if im bothered but yeah it was really nice. we must have killed like 50 cows or something i swear but it was all good :D haahha hinton eating like a whole cow himself LOL mr lee also visited us :) twas a nice time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home some idiot was listening to the young divas.... what the fuck what a retard and then i think i saw danielle sheriff ! but yea she was just standing on the platform at central.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i need to drink a litre of like water now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replayyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3203288023041043025?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3203288023041043025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3203288023041043025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3203288023041043025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3203288023041043025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/waste-my-timeee-8.html' title='waste my timeee (8)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4574004592249612689</id><published>2009-09-15T22:24:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:38:59.038+10:00</updated><title type='text'>13th day babyyyyy.</title><content type='html'>so yeaahhh. im like mega tired. but first of all there are some things that i must remember for tmrw !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• BRING IN SHOES&lt;br /&gt;• BRING IN TABLE TENNIS PADDLE&lt;br /&gt;• MARRY DAVID LEE&lt;br /&gt;• REMIND DAVID TO BRING HIS STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT HAPPENED TODAY ? today was tuesday which meant that today was no doubt punk steven leong day. well i got to school in normal fashion by catching the train and then the bus. today i completed tap tap coldplay on extreme becuase im just that awesome. (btw right now im eating tacos. my mum comes home at like 10 15 and is like quang i have some tacos how weird) well yea we didnt punk steven that much well we tried and stuff. and like i have to make this blog extra long just for david because he likes to stalk me and read these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well toda after quad we had maths and like yea that was quite fun it involve watching videos on youtube about stupid game show answers ;) check it out i laughed to hard i almost cried and it like really hurt so yeah :( and then in english i dont think we did anything productive which reminds me !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• BRING FRANKENSTEIN BOOK TMRW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then yea then we had tutor period and everyone knows how productive those are. then recess then i had ipt i think i must of fallen asleep about 80 times in one ipt lesson. i also checked it out and my sdp is up on the student show cases section ;) how sick. and then what else then we had maths again this lesson we actually tried to do some work despite not having half the class present but then again we also mucked around and talked about random shit like we always do. and then yea it was lunch. this was perhaps the slowest lunch ever. the chess photo got cancelled which means that is on tmrw which reminds me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• CHESS PHOTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which now i think means i have a clash with table tennis and also with the chess photo but no doubt i think im going to go to the table tennis anyway. so screw that im sorry henry vo. i still love you from the heart of my bottom. and then yea after lunch was a productive lesson of software where we learnt some stuff. david had to leave early for his head masters interview where the headmaster asked him such random qusetions as "do you enjoy life" LOL HAHAHAH and then yea met up and talked about random shit with david and then i went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home i saw the viva la white girl and then yea when i got hom my laptop was broken and now its fucked and yea. im installing windows 7 on it. i think i got a really bad stupid virus which i was too lazy to get rid of, oh wells i didnt like vista anyway hopefully 7 will be jolly good fun. and then what else did i do. was being a spastic with a friend on the phone (Y) woooo we are so not cool i dont think. and then i almost fell asleep untill david told me to write this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and holy shit this is probably the longest blog i have ever written. i think im getting a cramp in my left arm hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaaa boy &lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4574004592249612689?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4574004592249612689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4574004592249612689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4574004592249612689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4574004592249612689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/13th-day-babyyyyy.html' title='13th day babyyyyy.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5477265195392484356</id><published>2009-09-15T22:19:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:24:21.368+10:00</updated><title type='text'>viva la white girl :)</title><content type='html'>i must say today i saw this awesome hot white girl on the train. while looking for the ze pretty train girl. well what happened was i was standing next to the door and then the train was about to stop at riverwood and guess what happened D: our of nowhere this girl started walking down the stairs. (theres like three LOL) and i looked up and i see the reflection of this girl, with. HOT LEGS OMG LIKE LOLOLOL SUPA HOT LEGS. (yes that was the first thing i noticed when i looked at her reflection) then she came and stood next to me and she was wearing a little orange/pinkish dress and she wore glasses and she was blonde. it was like sex on legs. :) and that is the story about the viva la white girl :) and she just walked off and i just looked. :) i think she was older then me. OH WELLS EYE CANDY FOR THE WIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5477265195392484356?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5477265195392484356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5477265195392484356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5477265195392484356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5477265195392484356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/viva-la-white-girl.html' title='viva la white girl :)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7611071745198565965</id><published>2009-09-13T23:14:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:49:41.044+10:00</updated><title type='text'>okay 11th day :)</title><content type='html'>so what have i accomplished today. well absolutely nothing apart from going spastic over and over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea wkoke up at like 10 30 decided to go to scouts like mega late. went out and yeah :D just helped out with childrens festival cause im a nice boy and then like ate stuff and talked about shit. raped jenny on a table :) ;D she likes it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha went to tutor felt extremely stupid doing a james ruse past paper == all their questions are like hard LOL wow im a genius as if i didnt know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then yea went home made vagina play wonderwall :D she has to play it for me still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and yeahhh someone has saggy boobs i wont say who. :) starts with ka and ends in rol. you guessed it its kasdfjsdfsdrol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea also went to eat at hurstville tonight that was kinda random. and ate a big burger that made me so full and then we went to olds park sat in the middle for like half an hour talking about random shit. we are sad children. tonight i also watched big bangs 2nd concert with moona. i have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me you want it too :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7611071745198565965?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7611071745198565965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7611071745198565965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7611071745198565965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7611071745198565965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-11th-day.html' title='okay 11th day :)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3968568901600567229</id><published>2009-09-13T19:04:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:06:34.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Report</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;This is Chris speaking not Quang.&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to report that Quang has infact, lost complete and total control of his sensory functions in his brain and is now slowly turning into a girl. This is what happens if you don't release over a long period of time with nothing to distract yourself. If you are a guy who doesn't release at all, it's you bed time and mum's calling you to give you a good night kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;I am gay.&lt;br /&gt;And so are you :D&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3968568901600567229?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3968568901600567229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3968568901600567229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3968568901600567229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3968568901600567229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/report.html' title='A Report'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7337961748651819469</id><published>2009-09-13T00:34:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:42:23.234+10:00</updated><title type='text'>nightshift express.</title><content type='html'>the second post after midnight. and why because i dont want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph this will probably be the third blog tonight. &lt;br /&gt;and as i lie in bed thinking about everything. i have come to the conclusion that i dont know what i want anymore. and this freaks me out cause i always know what i want. &lt;br /&gt;and like the more i try to think about it the more i get freaked out by what my answer will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i will ask David Lee this question. what do you really want ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilovedavid ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7337961748651819469?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7337961748651819469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7337961748651819469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7337961748651819469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7337961748651819469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/nightshift-express.html' title='nightshift express.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-2522771603361126231</id><published>2009-09-13T00:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:24:23.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know how to say itt.</title><content type='html'>and it just hit me how things can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how you can be over the moon one moment&lt;br /&gt;and in the gutters the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you say something that you want to stay true to&lt;br /&gt;but do the complete opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how you can have the whole world behind you&lt;br /&gt;but the only one you want isnt there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, apart from this. today i was thinking. and like yes i dont even know why people like the read these blogs but hey ho, i aint stopping you. if you are bored. www.spankwire.com or www.facebook.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as i was saying. tonight while i am deeping and meaningful with myself. i have come to see how inadequate i am :D for everything. not on a like emo i want to stab myself note. but more of how. i feel like a shitcake i dont know how they differ but the latter wants me to do better in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today as i was waiting for my dad to pick me up. it occured to me that lots of things have a different kind of ... beauty depending on how you looked at it. i mean like everyone is the same, but then why are more people like pretty and others are like strange looking. well then like some people can be physically awesome and some people can be like really nice some people can be really interesting and some people can be like strange in a good way. but then we are want like all of the above. and like the way we do shit can be perceived in so many different ways. like i might hurt someone by saying something and not even know it. wow im random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how does that work O_O and yes. now i have no idea what im even talking about anymore. :D:D:D:D:D such is life you guys should read this blog before i read it again while im super happy and delete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love luke tsekouras :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-2522771603361126231?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2522771603361126231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=2522771603361126231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2522771603361126231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2522771603361126231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-how-to-say-itt.html' title='i dont know how to say itt.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3660262623983276614</id><published>2009-09-12T23:12:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:22:39.113+10:00</updated><title type='text'>25% BABYYYYYYYYYY.</title><content type='html'>what a freaking glorious day :) so yes i woke up at like 9 15 got dressed left the house by like 9 40 LOL and went to the last day of fencing ever. and it was at newington. and yea well you might be wondering how we went. trinity you know WE MIGHT OF LIKE WON THE THING AND CAME FIRST AND SECOND AND LIKE WELL I HATE PIERRE. HE LIKE TOOK BEST BOY FROM ME GRRRR. and well yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont think i can live anymore i mean like 10 days == i want to stab myself and like my brain is auto photoshopping every single person in the whole entire world. so like yea i cant believe im missing survivor camp and the program was so good and everything. im a sad kid. LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think if you read my blogs it should be compulsory for you to leave a comment in the chatbox thing over there ----&gt; so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i went to tutoring that was fun. :L i came late though cause of fencing TWO GOLD MEDALS SUCK ON THAT BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah well dad didnt let me go stephs tonight that sucks so what is plan for the rest of this weekend you might ask. well i want to go visit the survivors when they come back tmrw and also i dunno if i wanna go to scouts since its like getting fucking gay. and like yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph well what am i doing now ? IM WATCHING A BIG BANG CONCERT WITH MOONA CAUSE IM MAD AWESOME. sigh im so sleepy maybe i should sleep ? should i sleep ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well yea :) life is life. so be it I LOVE LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy shit i miss you D:&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3660262623983276614?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3660262623983276614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3660262623983276614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3660262623983276614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3660262623983276614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-babyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='25% BABYYYYYYYYYY.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-1463031375224365884</id><published>2009-09-11T18:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:59:05.589+10:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>i didnt see her today LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE NOW&lt;br /&gt;QUANG ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-1463031375224365884?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1463031375224365884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=1463031375224365884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1463031375224365884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1463031375224365884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4306881631046255043</id><published>2009-09-10T22:42:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:51:54.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>day 8 :) your the song that i replay.</title><content type='html'>so yeah. its 10 30 and im freaking tired. i dont even know why i am tired. and today i was pondering on the thoughts of life. and like .. yea. i came to the conclusion that life isnt just about money, power and girls :D ITS ABOUT OVERPOWERING HOT GIRLS WITH MONEY ! we need to think collaboratively and yes i am a genius. remember that my fellow algaroniams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was a shit day ish. i woke up early and like didnt do anything just lied in bed thinking about shit like i normally do. well not normal if you know what i mean ;) hahaha well hmph yea caught the train and like OH YEAH TODAY IS MOONAS BIRTHDAY EVERYONE. MY LITTLE SISTER IS... 14 I THINK :D and yeahhhhh everyone should tell her happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparantly more of my friends told her happy birthday then her friends  bwuahahah brother power baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah today was a boring day i played alot of golden sun and got stuck alot of times. seriously some of the shit you need to do in that game no normal person would think of that from the top of their heads its like YEA NOW YOU HAVE TO WALK ON THE WALL AND THEN THROW ICE AT A PERSON AND THEN USE HEAL ON A ROCK AND THEN THE DOOR WILL HALF OPEN TO OPEN IT FULLY YOU HAVE TO GET A PALE OF WATER CHUCK IN AT THE WALL AND THEN USE THE SPECIAL SKILL FREEZE TO MAKE THE DOOR OPEN THE FULL WAY AFTER YOUY DO THAT YOU NEED TO FINISH A MAZE THAT TAKES 30 YEARS. :) what a random rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah thats pretty much the highlight of the day hahaha. apart from taking jenny to the library and massively failing to eat a lollipop hahahaha. :)i love you jenben :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BITHDAY FOR TMRW TO THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE: LEVINA AND MATTHEW HAMMOND (Y)&lt;br /&gt;i love you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you enjoy the random rant :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilove girls.&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4306881631046255043?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4306881631046255043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4306881631046255043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4306881631046255043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4306881631046255043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-8-your-song-that-i-replay.html' title='day 8 :) your the song that i replay.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4873459310872279241</id><published>2009-09-09T23:19:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:34:56.656+10:00</updated><title type='text'>day 7. the world is just a supersized merry go round (8)</title><content type='html'>yea so today. i dunno i think i might be going spastic. cause like yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up half an hour after having some really weird dreams :L and yea, i woke up and i was like.. what to do what to do. then it hit me, but i couldnt :) so yeah i just lied in bed doing nothing :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY LIKE SHIT ITS LIKE BEEN LIKE ONE WEEK. LIKE OMG. i am quite proud of myself right now :) hahahah suck on that everyone. i did 1 week. and its been hell. but now i can say i did 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah my day. well yea bus as normal on the bus i played a nice game of tap tap on wich i got 99% on extreme  i am no doubt quite proud of myself. :) so yeah and then i got to school wednesday yea i played golden sun in study hall ! i swear i need a walkthrough im stuck at a random wooden door HAHAHAHAHA what to do holy shit im so good at this game :) and yeah and then to the most interesting part of my day. AT THE TRAIN STATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I MUST BEAT THE TAP TAP GAGA BONUS LEVEL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeaaa i was kingsgrove train station. and then i was just standing like a douche and then the train come and two girls looked at me and giggled and then like i walked into the carriage and they were walking up and then they dropped their books and i was like CHANCE ! and then i was about to pick up some chicky babes books when all of a sudden this old dude comes and picks them up before me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i got off at riverwood.. the girl was there again the pretty girl from last week. i think she goes to dulwich hill and she gets off at riverwood on my train (Y) everyone stalk her for me :) my mission is to devise a plan for her to get notice me :) ad then i will win life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHICKY BABES&lt;br /&gt;quang nguyen ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4873459310872279241?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4873459310872279241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4873459310872279241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4873459310872279241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4873459310872279241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-7-world-is-just-supersized-merry-go.html' title='day 7. the world is just a supersized merry go round (8)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-955210584065787896</id><published>2009-09-09T16:43:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T16:45:03.477+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE WEEK PART 1.</title><content type='html'>this blog is being given the status of part 1. because there is something i need to tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS THIS PRETTY GIRL AT THE TRAIN STATION. LOL&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF like 3249283402948092830 YEARS OF COMING HOME FROM THE TRAIN STATION THERES A PRETTY GIRL :O okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well shes pretty from behind i am yet to see her face ! WOOOOOOOOOOO. i am such a sad child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that everybody knows i am on a mission to work out who she is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-955210584065787896?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/955210584065787896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=955210584065787896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/955210584065787896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/955210584065787896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-week-part-1.html' title='ONE WEEK PART 1.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3407087015413845540</id><published>2009-09-08T19:09:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:45:34.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>6th day AGAIN. LOL</title><content type='html'>i just noticed that i put the 6th day on the 5th day holy shit im a slow kid. and mightily stupid. 4 UNIT MATHS FTW :D so yesss... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah like ... TODAY THERE WAS THIS GIRL ON THE TRAIN AND SHE LOOKED AT ME FUNNY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was no doubt tuesday. and for readers of this blog. every tuesday is now PUNK STEVEN LEONG DAY. so yes everyone should join in on this day where we totally pick on steven leong. some might call this bullying. but it is not bullying unless he cries. so :D TUESDAY PEOPLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT HAPPENED TODAY APART FROM THAT WEIRD GIRL CHECKING ME OUT ON THE TRAIN. well at school today we had 4 periods of joy joy joy maths. it was the best i love maths i love motion. it turns me on. holy shit i hate mechanics someone please stab me through the chest with a winchester knife then bury my body in a hole full of horse hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay yes english. i dont even remember doing anything in english. then at recess what did we do apart from henry and me picking on little kids and not letting them into the cafeteria. we are so cool. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes hahahha im such a sad kid. then i had ipt didnt do anything then i had maths again for another 2 periods it went by pretty fast as we punked steven a numerous ammount of times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had a prefect meeting. pretty pointless talked about the last day of school and what not ! apparantly fencing training was cancelled today because tuko has a "house inspection" like how fucked is that. and yea what else did we do ? software me and luke were flicking each other and then i flicked his phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i recal correctly chris flicked an aluminium foil ball at steven LOL. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours in blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strong baby ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3407087015413845540?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3407087015413845540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3407087015413845540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3407087015413845540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3407087015413845540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/6th-day-again-lol.html' title='6th day AGAIN. LOL'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7650657785016522565</id><published>2009-09-07T20:11:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:16:37.823+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the 6th day.</title><content type='html'>FARKKKKKKKKKK &lt;br /&gt;im eye ball banging everyone. :( this is shit. and like why does everyone knows.&lt;br /&gt;MAN I AM SO OVER IT LOL. I WANT TO GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL TODAY I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE A COMIC WITH YOU ALL WHICH I GOT FROM ALVIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqTceIeGGyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nI9K16wMFEk/s1600-h/breakup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 116px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqTceIeGGyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nI9K16wMFEk/s400/breakup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378666265215114018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway so what happened today ? well nothing much i umm went to school at 7 am wooo cause im just so awesome and had 4 unit maths and like today we learnt harder 3 unit. wooo and mechanics i think mod was like.. lets just fuck up quang completely and do two or the hardest things in the universe apart from my penis in the vicinity of 6 hours wooooo. oh man yea today nothing much happened. it was kinda boring apart from everyone teasing me sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIO WAS FUN HOWEVER i dont remember why apart from gayed and josh wang playing with a stupid glove LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL TALK TO YOU GUYS LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE GIRLS ;)&lt;br /&gt;quangg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7650657785016522565?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7650657785016522565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7650657785016522565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7650657785016522565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7650657785016522565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/6th-day.html' title='the 6th day.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqTceIeGGyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nI9K16wMFEk/s72-c/breakup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-579242864272375423</id><published>2009-09-06T22:08:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:19:09.859+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fourth day &lt;3</title><content type='html'>is this meant to be getting easier ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IT ISNT FAR OUT ==&lt;br /&gt;okay well today is sunday woke up at about 6 went back to sleep till 8 then went back to sleep till bout 9 30 :) and then yeah played abit of table tennis with andrew and shit and then we came back andrew read some GMH and yeah and then we went to scouts to get viet anh to fill in my form. i went even though my dad told me not too bwuahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then viet anh kinda didnt even fill in my form oh wells == ill write it by myself. i dont even know why but i feel so down how shit. hmph so yeahhh. what did i do today. nothing much. :L well umm i went to tutor that was fun ? this song is stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2yebFQqI0k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo :) ill try post it up somewhere on the blog. hmph so hows life everyone. god damnnnnnnnnnnn. :) laurence told me to say something about him so yea. hi laurence hows mary ann :) ? oops did i just say that im sorry ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH someone get me outta this crappy mood :)&lt;br /&gt;feeling crappy makes this 40 day thing even easier :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello chickybabes ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-579242864272375423?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/579242864272375423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=579242864272375423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/579242864272375423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/579242864272375423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/fourth-day-3.html' title='fourth day &lt;3'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-6250937467093670118</id><published>2009-09-06T20:23:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:23:39.852+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Chris and Quang pt 3 (really long sorry :) )</title><content type='html'>Narrator: “It was now obvious that Chris and Quang were not ready for women being the savage beasts they are. Chris and Quang will have to think of even more clever plots to try to woo them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris finally slowly gets up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ah, I’m never drinking again. I mean, wake up you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris kicks Quang in the stomach. Quang also slowly gets up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Whoa, what just happened? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I think we just got the shit beat out of us by two women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Cool. That means they actually touched us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Score. We’re slowly wooing them. Let’s celebrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: ROADTRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What the hell retard. Cars haven’t been invented yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea, my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well, we are one step closer into getting into their pants. Some would say our hands are one inch closer. And it is for these reasons why we should be celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: God bless America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What? Aren’t we in Australia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang leave the New Earth Westfield’s. As they search for a place to, they find a peculiar store)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So I was thinking that we should hire some strip…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang slaps Chris and points at the building)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Can it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: It must be. Yes, it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Quang: It’s the all new McGodalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang rush inside and walk up to the counter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I think that I’ll have the cheese, no, the mcfatty, no, the quarter, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slaps Quang on the back of his head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hurry up man, I want to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Ok, ok. Relax. I’ll have three Cheese Burgers, seven large chips and a tub of cola. What about you Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I’m on a bit of a diet. Trying to watch my weight. I’ll have a filet-o-fish burger since that has fish, which is healthy I think. I’ll also have one large chips but only filled to half way, only HALF way. And I’ll have a bucket of HALF diet-coke HALF normal coke. I’m trying to watch my figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang receive their food and put it on God’s tab because they are tight asses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Finally, some good food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yeah. None of these ‘healthy’ meals which are ‘good’ for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You know what, it think McGodalds is going to hit big and spread over millions of cities and people are going to like it so much they’ll become obese and get diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: You’re talking crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “After Chris and Quang had finished their food, they left their waste on the table, because they are tight asses. They then decide to build a wooden object to try to impress the women.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey look, a tree. Maybe we could ask it for its wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I never knew trees could get wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Quang you idiot, they are made of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh, I thought you were speaking about a different type of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Whatever. Come on, let’s get some wood and try to impress the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “After countless hours, Chris and Quang had completed their wooden object and were very impressed with themselves.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Feast your eyes on it Quang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: It is a wooden horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I can see the wooden but not the horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang focus on the wooden object to find out that it is a large wooden penis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What, how can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris gets out the instructions manual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: According to this IKEA manual, it should be some sort of Trojan horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I never knew that IKEA existed. I never knew Switzerland existed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Again with the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Well, what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I guess we go find the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: But you don’t have a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You don’t need a license to operate a penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang slowly roll off into the distance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “Meanwhile, Eunice and Jessica were tanning themselves at the beach which God miraculously conjured up.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: It’s about time I got a good tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Should I be wearing anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Yes. We are ladies, not whores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What’s a whore?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: It is someone who will do anything to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Ok. Where are my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: There are. Wait. We were never given clothes. We have been walking around naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: I knew but I couldn’t be bothered telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The women, realising that they were naked, found some clothes and continued to tan. Suddenly, Chris and Quang enter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Look out! Wood coming through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Chris!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Look out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: CHRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: We aren’t moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Oh great. They’ve returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Fear not beautiful ones. Don’t be afraid of our transport vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Isn’t it a large wooden woody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: It may be. But it is our gift to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: You idiot. Pornography hasn’t been invented yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I told you it was a stupid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slaps Quang in the face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Shut up you idiot. We need to use this to get some action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: You’re going to do more then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I wasn’t talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice looks angry)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So Quang. We need to come up with a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang begins to look scared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I was thinking that we should get some candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang looks terrified and begins to point behind Chris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What’s wrong with you, you retard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bo turns around and there is Eunice with a 2 by 4. Eunice beats the shit out the Chris. Quang runs away scared for his life. Eunice and Jessica leave whilst Chris is motionless and bleeding on the ground. A bird craps on Chris’s head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Chris? Are you alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Do I look alright to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slowly gets up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Where did the girls go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Some place called ‘Supre’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I thought they said they weren’t whores. They are hypocrites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What’s Supre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I think you’re better off not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What should we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You know what! We aren’t going to find them. We are going to stay here, create a campsite and wait for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What if someone else gets to them before us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Who else is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: That guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang points to Chuck Norris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris: You should not fear me. I will not take your women from you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Then why are you here o awesome one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris: I am here because my awesomeness couldn’t be contained in my prison cell in heaven. I managed to get out by round-house kicking God in the stomach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: You managed to kick God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris: Of course I did. I’m Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Quang: Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris: Now I must be off. I am needed in Vietnam to kill some communist Viet Cong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chuck Norris flies off into the distance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Anyway, we should start making camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang spend 10 hours creating a camp. The camp is made up of two houses, a fire and a large pole in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: It is magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Wait, do we have any electricity or fresh water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Electricity hasn’t been invented yet and we never drink. That is what makes us awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Your mum’s awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “And thus, the ‘your mum’ joke was invented. It would be reused again by a boy called Christopher Hasouros. He will become a man of great randomness. Anyway, now Eunice and Jessica had been walking for kilometers and were getting tired”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: I am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “They then realised that Chris and Quang had created a camp. But they decided to keep walking. Ironically they had walked in a large circle and were at the camp site”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Now, we need to hunt for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: So we don’t drink but we still have to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Of course you idiot. Now grab that spear and follow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang walk through some trees and Chris spots the girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Look Quang. Our first catch of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What is it? A deer? A Squirrel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Nay. It is anything far more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Your mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: No. Women. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Ha ha, you just implied that your mum isn’t a woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slaps Quang on the back of the head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Shut up you idiot. Now you’ve ruined the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh sorry everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Stop talking to them. They don’t know we can hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ok. Now we need a plan to capture our prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Why don’t we spear them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: No. We need to woo them first before doing that. I think we should use this tiny net to catch them. First I’ll distract them and you throw the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh oh. I want to do the distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang puts on a cute face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ok. I guess it doesn’t matter who does the distraction. Ok take positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris sneaks behind the girls next to a tree. Quang gets ready to jump out in front of them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Whispering Hey Chris, check this ou… whoa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang stacks it and falls in-front of the girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Eek. It’s that freak again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Hey, don’t be so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jessica runs to Quang to help him up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Not everyone can jump properly. You’re being racist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: How can I be racist when there aren’t any races?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: NOW CHRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris jumps behind the girls and chucks the tiny net at them. It land on Eunice’s head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ha! We have caught you. Now who’s the stupid one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice takes the tiny net off her head and chucks it at Chris. Chris gets hit in the eye by the corner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Blast! Foiled by my own net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Come on Jessica. I think I know where we can find some shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice and Jessica walk off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: How much walking do they do? Are they some sort of athletes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: No you idiot. They are probably on their periods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The writer gets beaten up by a bunch of women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I now have this sudden urge to go expel some urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yea, I need to take a dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang walk into the public toilet. Chris walks into the urinal. Quang walks into the cubical)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey Quang. Check what it says on the wall. ‘For a good time call Quang’s Mum on 0416583943’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea, well it says here ‘For a good time call Chris’s Dad’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: EW, gross man. Don’t you know your talking about God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well I’m done. I think we need to try to impress the girls with our intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yea, cause they’re like all brainy and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Come on. We’ll think about stuff on the way to their shelter.&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang walk out of the public toilets. They enter the girl’s shelter)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Oh, great. You found our shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: But this is our shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: No it’s not. Yours is just that hole over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice points to a hole which has two deeper hole used for beds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Oh yea. Anyway, did you know that people eat an average of 8 spiders in there life whilst they are asleep?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: EW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea. And did you know that Dolphins are the only animals that have sex for pleasure apart from humans?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: You’re both sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Also, did you know that daily you will breathe in 1 litre of other peoples’ anal gases?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: And during an hour’s swimming at a municipal pool you will ingest 1/12 litre of urine.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: That’s it. Get out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice throws her shoe and them. Chris and Quang run away fearing their lives)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Man, what’s up her panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well there used to be blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The writer again gets mauled by a group of angry women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “And this concludes the first part of the ‘Legend of Chris and Quang’. This abrupt ending has occurred as the writer of this story, Chris, has gone to Greece for 3 weeks. So sucked in everyone else who has to go to school! WOOHOO PARTY!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone whispers in the narrator’s ear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “Hm…yes…What? He’s back? Shi…Ok. We continue this epic story, or battle if you will. But not battle compared to a DotA battle. There are some intense battles going on over there……”.&lt;br /&gt;(Narrator is bashed for mentioning DotA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Dude, maybe we should just give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yea, what were the chances of two idiots hooking up with two girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slaps Quang on the back of the head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You’re the only idiot around here idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea, well you’re a butt-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Your mum’s a butt-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Hey! Don’t take my joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang jumps on top of Chris and starts trying to kick him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Get off me you idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris kicks Quang in the nuts. Quang lays unconscious on the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well. Now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A ball fly’s out of no-where and hits Chris in the nuts. Both Chris and Quang now lay unconscious on the ground. After some time Quang gets up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh, my balls. When will this end!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris gets up slowly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: That’s the last time I get hit by someone’s balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Come on Chris, let’s go home. I guess we are just doomed to never hook up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God looks down on them with pity. He changes the girl’s minds to allow them to go out. This process takes hours as girl’s minds are the most complex things in the world. The writer gets hit by a fridge, thrown by feminists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: You know what? I think that we should give those two morons a chance. Maybe they can be sensible in a formal matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Oh oh oh. What dress should I wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: We don’t have any dresses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice and Jessica look at each other excited, a bit too excited)&lt;br /&gt;Eunice and Jessica: SHOPPING SPREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Queue moans for any boys out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Where should we go first? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What should we get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Nothing too nice, it is only the first date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: We should just wear jeans and a nice top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Sure. Here’s a jeans shop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice and Jessica walk into the shop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “I have been called here to announce a message to any readers out there. If you thought the creation of the planets was long, you obviously haven’t been jeans shopping for girls. If you manage to get one pair in a day, congratulations.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After 1 week, Eunice and Jessica walk out with 1 pair of jeans each and 1 top each. P.S: Not bought from SUPREE, they aren’t cheap asses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Ok, now all we need to do is find these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: That’s easy. If I know men, their main weaknesses are cars and beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice whistles and a car filled with beer drops from the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Whoa! Sudden…Urge…To…Run…This…Way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Same! Slowly…Getting…Pulled…Towards….General….Area…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang fly off towards the girls. Before they have a chance to stop they hit the car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What the hell? Where did this come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: So metaly and so…so… Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: And look! Beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What’s beer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: How would I know? Just get some!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang jump into the car and try to grab a can of beer. Whilst this is all happening the girls are standing there)&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Ah, guys? Guys? GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang poke their heads out of the pile of beer cans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey, what are you doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Well it is my car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What? Girls can’t drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The writer is again mauled by a group of feminists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Something tells me you’re in a lot of trouble Quang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang spontaneously combusts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: AHH! I just spontaneously combusted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Told you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris pours beer over Quang to kill the fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: But I thought alcohol enhances fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They all look at Jessica confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: I mean. I wonder how I look in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Wait, alcohol does enhance fires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Hey, as long as the fire is gone I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice being right, Quang spontaneously combusted again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: AHH! Not again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jessica pours water over Quang. The fire dies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Don’t mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awkward silence)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So, why did you want to see us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice looks at Jessica. Jessica is staring at Quang. Quang is staring at Jessica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: We wanted to see you to tell you that you can take us out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang faint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After about 10 minutes they begin to regain consciousness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Oh man. We need to seriously stop falling unconsciousness. It can’t be good for our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Well, we should probably go somewhere to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ok, I’ll drive. Just incase Quang catches on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Fine, but I’m in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Looks like i’m in the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ok. Next stop Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: It doesn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well, on to that Restaurant over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris starts the car and drifts around the tree to face the general direction of the restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Wow that was amasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You’ll find I’m full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris drives off to the front of the restaurant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: We’re here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Ok. Maybe we should, you know, get some seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I hope they aren’t full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slaps the back of Quang’s head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: We’re the only one’s on earth you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;(They all walk in to see God as the Chef/Waiter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Hey, table for 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey God. Yeah, table for 4 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God directs them to the most romantic table in the place… the only table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So, what should we order?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: I want a salad because I’m trying to watch my weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang look at each other bursting with excitement)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Quang: 3 cheeseburger, 3 fries and 3 bottles of coke EACH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: So it’ll be 2 salads and 6 cheeseburgers, 6 fries and 6 bottles of coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God walks off and starts cooking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So Eunice, seeing as though Quang and Jessica seem to be entertaining themselves, I was wondering if we could use this time to talk about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang and Jessica are simply staring at each other with a blank face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice thinks to herself that Chris is actually a bit mature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Well, I like to read. I’m a vegetarian. I try to study all the time. I love going to book club and I have a pet turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris has a blank face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Well. Enough about me. Tell me about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well, I like to burn things. I eat anything I see. I try to relax all the time. I love hitting Quang and I have a pet H-Bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Eunice stare at each other with content)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Awkward scene of constant staring. Skip to commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back from commercial)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Come and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang jump up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I’ve got it Quang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: No I’ve got it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang fight over who gets to carry the tray to the table. Chris lets go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang walks past Chris but Chris trips Quang and Quang falls onto the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I’ll get you, you stupid idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang wrestle on the floor. Meanwhile the girls are talking to each other, completely oblivious to the fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chris: Stop using your nails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang:  Make me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris kicks Quang in the balls. Quang falls down in pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: VICTOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris gets the food and gives it to the girls. God looks from behind the counter shaking his head in disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Where’s Quang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: He’s coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang gets up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Sorry about my uneventful absence. Let’s eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They eat and talk and laugh. Pretty much a nice dinner with friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Well, I guess we’ll see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice gives Chris a kiss on the cheek. Jessica gives Quang a kiss on the cheek. The girls drive off)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Quang: SCORE!!&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “And this concludes our first adventure of Chris and Quang. Be sure to check out the sequel.” &lt;br /&gt;     END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-6250937467093670118?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/6250937467093670118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=6250937467093670118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6250937467093670118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/6250937467093670118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/legend-of-chris-and-quang-pt-3-really.html' title='The Legend of Chris and Quang pt 3 (really long sorry :) )'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-5321099380292782073</id><published>2009-09-06T20:21:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:21:47.971+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Chris and Quang pt 2</title><content type='html'>Narrator: “Because there are only 4 people on Earth at that moment, there were no people in there, well, that’s what Chris and Quang thought.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey, do you want to go to the Food Court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Why would I want to go to the Food court? There isn’t anyone serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Exactly, no one can stop us! It’s an all you can eat buffet! Quang? Quang? Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I’m getting there before you bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Darn you, darn you all to heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang sprint to the Food Court and ate as much as they could)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey, who are those two people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Well obviously they are the two women that ‘God’ told us about. I guess it’s up to us to try to get into their pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang fix their pants and begin to walk towards them. The two women see them and get up to. They begin to walk towards them, although the song ‘Girlfriend’ by the Pussy Cat Dolls began to play. Chris and Quang stand motionless. The women then slowly walked sexier until they got so close that Chris and Quang ran off into the toilets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chris: Ah, that felt good, I mean, come on Quang, we need to persuade them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I think they just persuaded us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well let’s persuade them like they persuaded us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang walk out of the toilets with the same song going. They try to look sexy but just look like a couple of gumps. Chris trips on a chair and gets covered in mayonnaise. Quang makes it to the women but slips on the slowly growing puddle of mayonnaise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Omg, what geeks. Come on Jessica lets go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Where are we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: We’re in a food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Oh. What’s a food court?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: What? Let’s just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The two women leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Bloody hell Quang, you made me look bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Ha ha, ha ha, that was pretty cool though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: No it wasn’t, now we are further away from getting some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea. So, what do you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I guess we should go find them again and show them how manly we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yea, and we should get some swords, and fight and stuff. And then I can kill you and win their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris slaps Quang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: You friken idiot. There are two women; you can only marry one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea. Well I think we should still get some swords and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Yea, we can look like gladiators. Don’t all women like gladiators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yea. Wait, what are gladiators?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Um……..um………what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang walk off confused but with a goal. They eventually find a sword shop which spontaneously appeared)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Hey Chris, check out this mace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang twirls the mace and hits Chris in the back of the head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What the hell you idiot. Only get swords and Shields. Oh, and find if there are any helms. I want to look like a medieval warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Hey, why can’t I look like a medieval warrior?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well, one of us to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang look through the shop and get all the things they need. They then set off to find the women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: When God told us that they were going to be a bit strange, I didn’t think that he meant that they were going to be complete retards.&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What’s a retard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: …. Why did you have to make a blonde God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Anyway, shouldn’t we like, you know, find them and get it over with? Because I’ve got to straighten my hair and foils take some time and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Listen woman, no-one cares about your hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: That’s because there isn’t anyone here. And I thought I was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Whatever. Anyway, I hope they don’t true to impress us with some stupid act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just after Eunice had spoken these words, Chris and Quang walk around the corner wearing a poorly fitted suit of armor and a sword and shield. Chris is also wearing a helm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hear not, beautiful ladies, we are here to rescue you fr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris trips on his own foot and falls head first into the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Ha ha, good one Chris. So much for your talk about tripping ov…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang trips over a now semi-conscious Chris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: And I thought it couldn’t get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Do…you…have…and…ice…pack…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: What? I don’t sell drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: No you idiot, an icepack for my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: Oh, for your head. I don’t see one around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Get up Chris, you touching my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Shut up you idiot. How can I be touching your ass? It’s solid metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Oh yea, right. I guess then it’s me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang slowly get up. Realising where they were, they immediately began to pose with their swords and shields)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I challenge you Quang to a duel for the heart of one of the women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang balances himself on his sword touching the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Wait, why does it matter who you want to pick, we aren’t the ones making the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Quang is strangely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Yes, score one for Quang. I mean, yea Chris, what’s the po…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris suddenly attack Quang and hits him in the head knocking him to the floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Aha, you see ladies, I’m all man. You don’t nee... whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Quang trips Chris and Chris lands on his knee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Friken idiot. Now look what you’ve done. I think I bruised my knee. How does it look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: It’s ok. It doesn’t look too bad. I think your head broke the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Oh good, I though I was in some serious trouble there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice looks at Jessica like she is saying wtf. Jessica is staring blankly into the air thinking about her hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Wait, quickly Quang. We need to execute plan B. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Ok. Wait, what’s plan B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Shut up and follow my lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris walks over to Eunice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “It is advised that those disgusted with a lot of suss are advised to leave immediately”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris:  Hey there, is that a mirror in your pocket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Cause I can see myself in your pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Eunice slaps the shit out of Chris. Chris is now lying motionless on the floor. Quang walks up to Jessica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you happy to see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A long pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: I’m sorry I wasn’t listening. What did you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Um… If I could rearrange the alphabet. I would put U and I together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After thinking about it for a while, Jessica replies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica: But U and I are already together silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even longer pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Just slap him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jessica slaps Quang. Now both Chris and Quang are lying motionless on the floor)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-5321099380292782073?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/5321099380292782073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=5321099380292782073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5321099380292782073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/5321099380292782073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/legend-of-chris-and-quang-pt-2.html' title='The Legend of Chris and Quang pt 2'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7709658496556254315</id><published>2009-09-06T19:58:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:13:01.028+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legend of Chris and Quang</title><content type='html'>This is a story that i've written, will come out in parts, just like a chocolate bar..???&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the story of awesomeness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character List:&lt;br /&gt;1 Narrator&lt;br /&gt;2 Chris&lt;br /&gt;3 Quang&lt;br /&gt;4 God&lt;br /&gt;5 Eunice&lt;br /&gt;6 Jessica&lt;br /&gt;7 Chuck Norris (yes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “In the beginning, God created man. But then he realised there were bugs in the software and deleted them. He then decided to play some Counter-Strike. After owning a number of noobs, he began to work on a new species. &lt;br /&gt;After countless hours of pointless work, God gave up on a world full of humans and decided to only create two humans. They were the most skilled and intelligent humans that would stroll the earth’s land. He gave them names that all manner of life would know. He called these ultimate humans, Chris and Quang!&lt;br /&gt;God gave these men their first mission, to create a world of humans. And this is their story”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang are seen walking around a human-less earth naming things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey Quang, what should we call this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I don’t know, call it a turd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: But Quang, I’m pointing at my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What’s a foot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Don’t know, I just thought of it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Dude, I could go for some corndogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What are corndogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Don’t know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Ok. Wait, when did we learn to speak English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What’s English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang are seen walking off into the sunset talking continuously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: “Chris and Quang continued to name things with the greatest of ease, continuously questioning each other. The God saw that progress was going as slow as a snail trying to finish the city to surf run, even though that would be invented 4.6 billion years later. He decided to talk to them in person to try to get things going”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang are sitting on some tortoises, slowly crushing them into the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: So, you wanna catch a movie or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What’s a movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Good point.&lt;br /&gt;(God suddenly enters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Do not fear me mere mortals. For I am God. Creator of all things, giver of life, owner of noobs. I gave you a task, and as I see, you are not completing it to my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Shut up. I want you to find some women and start expanding the human race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: What women? All I see are trees, turds and rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Oh yea, well, I’ll create some for you. Your new mission is to persuade these women, whom I’ll create, to have babies with you and then more babies, and soon enough there will be enough humans on earth that they can have babies and so will begin the race of humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: But, if our children have babies with our babies, wouldn’t that be kinder wrong. Like, no matter what, if you want to have babies, you’re going to have to do it with a relative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God: Um….. Look a distraction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(God points to a tortoise humping another tortoise. Whilst Chris and Quang are distracted, God teleports back to heaven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Well, I guess we have to find these women. Which way should we go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: I recon we stay here and wait for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: But what if they are waiting for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: True that. We should go find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Wait, I just had a brain wave. How do we make babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang: Well, I guess the women would know seeing as women know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: BURN. Anyway, let’s go to the shops that have spontaneously appeared there.&lt;br /&gt;(Chris and Quang walk into the new Earth Westfield)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7709658496556254315?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7709658496556254315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7709658496556254315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7709658496556254315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7709658496556254315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/legend-of-chris-and-quang.html' title='The Legend of Chris and Quang'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-922661643647651388</id><published>2009-09-05T22:30:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:35:03.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SARAHHHHH WONT YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME</title><content type='html'>since people want me to dedicate things :) this one is tooooooo&lt;br /&gt;SARAH :) OH WONT YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR HOURSSS lol..&lt;br /&gt;im such a sad kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-       sarah. says:&lt;br /&gt;*i think you need a post about me. :)&lt;br /&gt;-                                           quangtegration (tu)   ; everything you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH&lt;br /&gt;*okay&lt;br /&gt;*wait&lt;br /&gt;-       sarah. says:&lt;br /&gt;*yay! :)&lt;br /&gt;-                                           quangtegration (tu)   ; everything you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;*want me to say anything :P&lt;br /&gt;-       sarah. says:&lt;br /&gt;*just talk about how freakin' awesomely cool i am.&lt;br /&gt;*and how i make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;*:)&lt;br /&gt;*in other words, say nice things.&lt;br /&gt;*LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea shes been mentioned on this blog before for aliens i think LOL&lt;br /&gt;but like shes so nice :) and like always there for me and i dont think anyone could replace this down to earth kind young lady ;) haha and whats not to say that she has awesome taste in music. almost as awesome as me :) :P psht. her txt messages always put a smile on my face :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah sucks balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters again for the third time today :)&lt;br /&gt;quang ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-922661643647651388?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/922661643647651388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=922661643647651388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/922661643647651388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/922661643647651388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/sarahhhhh-wont-you-tell-me-your-name.html' title='SARAHHHHH WONT YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3444902939256680429</id><published>2009-09-05T22:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:07:20.697+10:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication to wacko :)</title><content type='html'>well this blog is about this girl who is there when i need her :D&lt;br /&gt;JACKIE YOU FAG :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackie. says:&lt;br /&gt;*no hah&lt;br /&gt;*levina gets a mention and i dont??&lt;br /&gt;-                                           quangtegration (tu)   ; everything you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*SHE WAS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;*QUANG MENTION ME&lt;br /&gt;jackie. says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*now u have to dedicate a whole blog to me :D&lt;br /&gt;-                                           quangtegration (tu)   ; everything you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*wait up :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that is the story behind this atrocious blog. i dont even know if i spelt that right. anyway ARE YOU HAPPY JACKY YOU SAD KID ? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddddingggggggggggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:DD::D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jackie is gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laters ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3444902939256680429?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3444902939256680429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3444902939256680429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3444902939256680429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3444902939256680429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/dedication-to-wacko.html' title='dedication to wacko :)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-672385224245430500</id><published>2009-09-05T20:53:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:04:34.635+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the third day. i wanna be your freakk tonight</title><content type='html'>well ... i guess i started this day at umm.. la perouse LOL yes please dont ask it was like 12 am and yes well i guess i have to tell you the fulllllllllllll story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well last night at about umm 9 30 viet and laurence phi and nam came over to go fishing yes at 9 30. andrew also came with us but he lives next dooor. so yea we drove drove drove to botanyyyyyy. we walked in to the fishing spot climbed two fences not illegal i swear. and then we set up the lines and the security guy came in a like fully kicked us out like wtf bro == weve been there like 100000000000000000000000000 times and this time he kicks us out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we drove to la perousee and yea we fished off a rock flat until like everyone got snagged (like when you lose your line and stuff on rocks) and LOL twas funny. then viet was like oh fuck this and we went too another spot it was somewhere near... brighton LOL yea somewhere there we caught like the weirdest shit ... like small fish that made no sense and i caught... like a random tentacle that would change colours it was so fucked up weird ... yeah LOL and then viet anh was like what the hell please take into account this is at like 3 am in the morning then he asks me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quang what time does wattamolla open and im like LOL&lt;br /&gt;answer is 4 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then we called and txted all our parents and then we drove to wattamolla and ..yea got there about 4 30 5 and then well laurence me and phi decided to make a fire. went pretty well :D i blew it back to life i feel so pro :D and yea we dicided to fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes we fished for about 3 hours ... and caught NOTHING :D on a beach where everyone got wet :L and like andrew caught a crab with a fishing hook LOL okay well yea i got home and then i decided to sleep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept from 9 - 230 and right now im like mega pissed tired. holy shitttt. I WROTE A SONG ;D and yeaaa. today there was no temptation apart from when i got bored in tutor and started thinking about the most weird shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im addicted to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterssssss ;)&lt;br /&gt;quang (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-672385224245430500?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/672385224245430500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=672385224245430500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/672385224245430500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/672385224245430500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/third-day-i-wanna-be-your-freakk.html' title='the third day. i wanna be your freakk tonight'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-8508758720155392042</id><published>2009-09-04T19:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:19:33.921+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the second day.</title><content type='html'>well... yes last night i had a dream... and there was like 3 girls sleeping on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt; and yes this challenge is like kinda killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes there is now 38 more days left ! and yes its so screwed up and yea well... its hard because i stare at so many of the other species. and its like mega gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so well umm today i woke up and went to school. just for the morning and like what happened this morning. got to school on the bus. and like yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to school went to quad marked the role BUT SOMETHING HAPPENED BEFORE QUAD D:&lt;br /&gt;joel the retard (from year 7) and yes... he did this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqDmuB3T50I/AAAAAAAAABw/Jvkst4XddGg/s1600-h/joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqDmuB3T50I/AAAAAAAAABw/Jvkst4XddGg/s400/joel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377551633529169730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D so yes yeahhh. and umm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL FINISH THIS BLOG AFTER I COME HOME FROM TUTOR :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well since im waiting for viet anh le that poof :) ill finish this blog. dad is angry at me sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh. apparantly i dont do enough maths but then again of course i dont do enough maths. so well i was up too quad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after quad mr wong drove us to mrs chay's funeral service. well yes so... mr wong mr moore, MOD and ms nair loui and me got driven half way too the place when all of a sudden we forgot someone :D WE FORGOT MR GREEN LOL so then yup we drove all the way back to school to pick up mr green. when we got there, there was alot of peoplee and stuff and yeah. we walked in and then they moved us to the back and yup. the service was realllllyyy nice. touched my heart &lt;3 like everyone cried. me too :) so yes. then we got back to school after i went shopping with MOD LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes franklins at summer hill. and yes she is like weird when she buys stuff. we were buying chocolates and she didnt know whether to buy the packet of chocolates of like the assorted favourites because apparently even though the packet of chocs had more grams the other one had more variety so then we couldnt put a price on variety and yup we ended up using the good ol random technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back in tiem for english when mr cook told us random stories and then for christian studies and yes we didnt do anything. except watch aaron fail in gba fifa LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well maths was spent watching stand by me (Y) and eating the stuff we bought earlier that day. so yup. and then right at the end of the day angus millican and me spent it talking about random shit like how the h in my naem stands for henry cause thats my middle name cause im totally quang henry nguyen :) and yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home didnt do anything. went to tutor did some english got home. and now im waiting for viet anh to come pick me up to go fishing cause im so totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE MINIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quangggg ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-8508758720155392042?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8508758720155392042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=8508758720155392042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8508758720155392042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8508758720155392042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-day.html' title='the second day.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqDmuB3T50I/AAAAAAAAABw/Jvkst4XddGg/s72-c/joel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-881784830347731676</id><published>2009-09-03T21:49:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:02:24.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the first bloody day.</title><content type='html'>so yea. well i am giving up something for 40 days :) if you know what it is or think you do i think you should tell me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1 OF THE 40 DAY CHALLENGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... woke up feeling drowsy and fucked up. okay well showered + packed my bag and ... at the station. HOLY SADJASDHADBASDBASD:J i saw the hottest mum ever :L i was walking up the stairs and she crossed my line of sight and i was like... shit. and well there was this asian man in front of me and he was like peeping at her ass ! twas funny :) even though she did have a nice ass i must say :D hello women ;) my friend david lee is single ;D;D;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well yea ... there was so many girls on the train... LOL but like none were pretty. OH WELLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to school noticed that mr wong forget to get the house mail ! so i got it and yes... study hall with MR LUKE TSEKKY TSEKKY and yea we played stepmania LUkE IS LIKE OMGPRO (Y) and then biology more human gnome stuff... lets fast forward to the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I WENT TO THE LIBRARY WITH JENBEN THE HEN :) i wrote all over her pencil case and im quite scared that my parents will see her name all over mine == i hate you jenny :D and then yes we met laurence and then laurence went to pick up his dad, jenny went home :P after some interesting talks and then laurence and phi came to pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OFF TO ANACONDA WE WENT.&lt;br /&gt;today was the day that team sinep initiated phi. we bought him a flint and also we made him a club member of anaconda. ohhh and yes i bought my dad a pocket knife for fathers day psst dont tell him* :) okay so then we went into the carpark and played soccer LOL HAHAHAHAHHA it was so random while figuring out what to do. and then we drove around and then laurence the dickhead wanting to be spontaneous he decided to drive to fucking stratty LOL and i was like lets go eat at summer hill :) so we went and ate at some curry place at summer hill and phi was like dying. i think ive farted like 12 times no joke. and yea. we went home :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then david told me that...I HAVE TO FINISH MY SOFTWARE THING oh my god i hate you so much david so yeah probably gonna pull out pretty late tonight :) TOODLES MY BOOBLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE &lt;br /&gt;quang is out &lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-881784830347731676?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/881784830347731676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=881784830347731676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/881784830347731676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/881784830347731676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-bloody-day.html' title='the first bloody day.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-934050132844929766</id><published>2009-09-02T20:52:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:12:55.493+10:00</updated><title type='text'>the human gnome project.</title><content type='html'>well.. there has not been an update in so long. and write now im like fucking emo :( but ill live. hmph so how is everyone ? it has been a long time since i have written anything or even epressed my feelings on a blog so ... IM NOT GOING TOO. bwuahahahahas. so yea got my trials back. i think im improving :D but like david is going to cut me down for saying that so i think im failing again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. LOL. hosting parents day == was the most screwed up thing ever. but i made jenny do all the talking I LOVE YOU BABY :D so yeah. lots of stuff has happened this week. but something important happened so im going to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier this week on sunday chay's mum passed away :( and like i only met her once but she was a really nice lady. so yea :( that sucks. RIP Mrs Chay. DANIEL I LOVE YOU TO BITS &lt;3 and i will always be here for you :) and i think im going to her funeral on friday so thatll be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a flaming homosexual :) but who the heck cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay well for my fellow algorasmonians today was an interesting day. we got lectured for like what seems like a billion years for like all of period one and then halfway into period two. about the hsc and stuff... apparantly im getting like 30 UAI :) signed up for some community service days. that seemed fun :D so yeah. maths what happened in maths ? OH YES RICK WAS TEACHING US BINOMIAL PROBABILITY. and yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we made this sculpture of "MOD" using those building things and i took some pictures someone remind me to post that up sometimes. the double free. DAVID LEE distracted me from doing any of my desired to do english work and made me estimate my UAI. 30 HERE I COME (H) soo yeaaaaaa. lunch was weird didnt do anything except david got freaked out by leeches LOL hahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TALKING ABOUT BIOLOGY. today we learn many things. i will show you what chris and me drew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/Sp5SJBSYYkI/AAAAAAAAABo/ive1ovkDutc/s1600-h/bio+jokes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/Sp5SJBSYYkI/AAAAAAAAABo/ive1ovkDutc/s400/bio+jokes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376825320044782146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea let me talk you through them. we were doing punnet squares :L and like mam said DO THE CROSS TO WORK IT OUT... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the second one is ... LINKAGE MAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the third one is my favourite entitled the human gnome project (geddit ? the human genome project HAHAHAHAHAH) and yes the second box is ... well it contains a radioactive probe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeaaaa. thats my blog update :) and ! i also have pictures of mark sleeping in english class but like im too fucking lazy to upload :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;LEVINA WANTED ME TO SAY HER NAME SO HI LEVINA.&lt;br /&gt;she told me something interesting today. FRANCE IS BIGGER THEN THE UK.. and i almost said I REPEAT ALMOST SAID ALMOST ALMOST ALMOST.. "isnt France in the UK" AHAHAHAHAHHAA im a dumb shit :) wooo band 6 in geo for school cert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway laters :)&lt;br /&gt;QUANGBANG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-934050132844929766?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/934050132844929766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=934050132844929766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/934050132844929766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/934050132844929766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/09/human-gnome-project.html' title='the human gnome project.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/Sp5SJBSYYkI/AAAAAAAAABo/ive1ovkDutc/s72-c/bio+jokes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3755252030829795771</id><published>2009-06-02T18:20:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:26:52.307+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Crabs announcement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WARNING WARNING! THE FOLLOWING IS A MESSAGE FROM THE PENTAGON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear citizens of the world.&lt;br /&gt;It has come to the pentagon's attention that a large group of russian (yeah we won't spell your country with a capital) crabs have been assembling approximately 75 clicks north of India. &lt;br /&gt;The pentagon has taken on the plan to leave India to be taken over if need be. This is a necessary step so we can isolate the crabs and stop their invasion. &lt;br /&gt;Steps are being made to create a 'crab flu' but is currently unsuccessful. But do not be alarmed. If you see a suspicious crab/crab person, call your local authorities and they will deal with the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Only YOU can prevent to spread of russian crabs (the animal, not the parasite).&lt;br /&gt;Your sincerialy&lt;br /&gt;The pentagon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3755252030829795771?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3755252030829795771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3755252030829795771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3755252030829795771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3755252030829795771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/06/russian-crabs-announcement.html' title='Russian Crabs announcement.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-1658173674114605049</id><published>2009-04-15T10:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:41:07.586+10:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>-                                                             *   SARS;     says:&lt;br /&gt;*quang&lt;br /&gt;nts. get a band 6 for ms nair says:&lt;br /&gt;*?&lt;br /&gt;-                                                             *   SARS;     says:&lt;br /&gt;*there was like&lt;br /&gt;*a ufo on top of my house&lt;br /&gt;nts. get a band 6 for ms nair says:&lt;br /&gt;*....&lt;br /&gt;-                                                             *   SARS;     says:&lt;br /&gt;*yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;*i swear&lt;br /&gt;*like&lt;br /&gt;*it made like &lt;br /&gt;*those noises&lt;br /&gt;*just like inmovies&lt;br /&gt;nts. get a band 6 for ms nair says:&lt;br /&gt;*....&lt;br /&gt;-                                                             *   SARS;     says:&lt;br /&gt;*and&lt;br /&gt;*my room&lt;br /&gt;nts. get a band 6 for ms nair says:&lt;br /&gt;*?&lt;br /&gt;-                                                             *   SARS;     says:&lt;br /&gt;*like filled with light&lt;br /&gt;*and it was there for 5 mins&lt;br /&gt;*then it went&lt;br /&gt;*and i was so fuckign scared&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-1658173674114605049?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1658173674114605049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=1658173674114605049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1658173674114605049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1658173674114605049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-1515683044207380632</id><published>2009-03-31T16:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:20:42.574+11:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh.</title><content type='html'>when life stabs you in the foot, hop :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so have not blogged in a long time, alot of random stuff has happened to what i will explain later in the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first of all i think... i have to write this blog about laurence so i can get all of scrubs and chris GET THE PRINCE OF TENNIS :) first of all laurence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAURENCE.&lt;br /&gt;MY BFFL ;D hahaha this underestimated idiot is one of those down to earth people who will always be there for you. and then after he has comforted you smack you with the truth which will make you go... fuck you i hate you. but then youll love him for it :)he is like... a 15 year old trapped in a 20 or 21 year olds body with pecs level 99+ what else can i say.... well he is weak uber weak :) iunno what else to say without sounding inbelievably homosexual. apart from the fact... that he dogged my bithday party WITH A JUMPING CASTLE for his friends 21st. believable. :L&lt;br /&gt;anyway if you want me to add anything TOUGH LUCK DICK HEADDDD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW for the part no one wants to know about. the part where i ramble on about my stupid life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... right now (U) if you dont know what that is go check it on msn :) so i will write abit about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this girl. and shes beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;in like every way i know.&lt;br /&gt;shes nice, caring, supportive, always listens and a great person to be around.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes i take that for granted =/&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that about me.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that i need her so much.&lt;br /&gt;but then again other people probably do to.&lt;br /&gt;and whenever we fight i feel like the biggest jerk in the world.&lt;br /&gt;and even after i get hurt, nothing about her changes :S&lt;br /&gt;shes still beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;and i still need her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take it or leave it.&lt;br /&gt;laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-1515683044207380632?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/1515683044207380632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=1515683044207380632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1515683044207380632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/1515683044207380632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/bleh.html' title='bleh.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7052134228682588730</id><published>2009-03-16T21:46:00.017+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:21:42.505+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Death List</title><content type='html'>Heyerz,&lt;br /&gt;It's Chris here,&lt;br /&gt;Just randomly put this here death list cause everyone has one even if no-one is on it.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr.Wirth&lt;br /&gt;Although i will never be able to kill him, or even do anything to him due to his deflective aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr.Cujes.&lt;br /&gt;over $100,000 and he's never said thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People who think they're 'hard'&lt;br /&gt;You're not hard, you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mr.'Devil-man' (aka, that music teacher who has that goaty and looks devilish)&lt;br /&gt;He's just an asshole who thinks he's king of the world. Thank god i don't do music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who drive Civics&lt;br /&gt;You're not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Leprechauns&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME YOUR MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Keanu Reeves&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can say i have killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Little kids&lt;br /&gt;Just damn annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Single ladies&lt;br /&gt;All my single ladies, all my single ladies, all my single ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. George's Internet&lt;br /&gt;It's slowwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ManBearPig&lt;br /&gt;I'm super serial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. People who don't like Michael Jackson music.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, he made Thriller...Thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kenny&lt;br /&gt;Not Patrick, Kenny from South Park, just cause it'll be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Asians who use umbrellas when it's sunny.&lt;br /&gt;It's SUNNY! (sorry, but I've only seen Asians do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Quang's friend Karol.&lt;br /&gt;How the hell don't you know who Chuck Norris is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally&lt;br /&gt;16. Ass-holes&lt;br /&gt;The general term for everyone who pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope yours isn't as bad as mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOP WOOP WOOP&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7052134228682588730?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7052134228682588730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7052134228682588730' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7052134228682588730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7052134228682588730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/death-list.html' title='Death List'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-8267080496152793705</id><published>2009-03-16T21:23:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:41:36.464+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The mysterious case of my face. :D</title><content type='html'>HELLO FOLKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is quang after being absent for a thousand forevers. my life is going down the drain and im about to kill myself. i cant take it anymore and i dont know what to do with it. so i have decided tonight that i will stab myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i say a big flower and then the flower said:&lt;br /&gt; " quang... life has its ups and downs but when in need, 72.8 is always with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then god came out of this flower and was like no.&lt;br /&gt;the flower bitch slapped god leaving a mark saying 72.8 on his right cheek.&lt;br /&gt;and from this point forward 72.8 was left on gods face and was the new number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then god was angry, and looked in the mirror and noticed that the number 72.8 in all its randomness was indeed a very tranquil number representing peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mr wirth came and tempted him to change the number into 64.9 but god was witty noticing that 64.9 indeed had the worlds greatest sex position in it and said "BE GONE YOU DEMON" and mr wirth started sparkling in the sunlight and did a whoosh thing with his cape and then dissapeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this my friends is where we get out legendary number from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISED I WOULD WRITE A BLOG ABOUT JENNY AND KAROL CAUSE THEY ASKED ME TOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY is one of those people. who like you can eat. because indeed she reminds you of such weird wondrous things. for example yesterday let me show you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9:00:15 PM] &lt;3 jenn    (: : SHIT almost stuck my fingers together&lt;br /&gt;[9:11:28 PM] -                                          quannnnggggggg&lt;br /&gt;             ; thankyouuuuuu jennnyyyyyyy (L) x): .....&lt;br /&gt;             so smart&lt;br /&gt;             LOL&lt;br /&gt;[9:11:43 PM] &lt;3 jenn    (: : shoosh xD&lt;br /&gt;[9:13:01 PM] -                                          quannnnggggggg&lt;br /&gt;             ; thankyouuuuuu jennnyyyyyyy (L) x): i glueid my penis to&lt;br /&gt;             your hand&lt;br /&gt;[9:13:30 PM] &lt;3 jenn    (: : LOL !&lt;br /&gt;             how are you pants :L&lt;br /&gt;[9:13:50 PM] -                                          quannnnggggggg&lt;br /&gt;             ; thankyouuuuuu jennnyyyyyyy (L) x): LOL&lt;br /&gt;             good&lt;br /&gt;             imagine if that happened&lt;br /&gt;[9:14:02 PM] &lt;3 jenn    (: : itd be so random&lt;br /&gt;             imagine walking the streets like that bro&lt;br /&gt;[9:14:37 PM] -                                          quannnnggggggg&lt;br /&gt;             ; thankyouuuuuu jennnyyyyyyy (L) x): lol&lt;br /&gt;             with your hand down my pants&lt;br /&gt;             :P ?&lt;br /&gt;[9:15:01 PM] &lt;3 jenn    (: : LOLOLOL! ahahahhs&lt;br /&gt;[9:16:21 PM] -                                          quannnnggggggg&lt;br /&gt;             ; thankyouuuuuu jennnyyyyyyy (L) x): :L&lt;br /&gt;             that would be so cool jenny&lt;br /&gt;             :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that embarassing jenny :D :D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for KARAL.&lt;br /&gt;karol is like weird ... just because she is karol time to embarass karol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8:55:17 PM] -                                             bananarama&lt;br /&gt;                #0212: yayy!&lt;br /&gt;             can i wear ..&lt;br /&gt;[8:55:17 PM] -                                             bananarama&lt;br /&gt;                #0212: a tutu to your party&lt;br /&gt;             xD&lt;br /&gt;[8:55:34 PM] -                                          quannnnggggggg&lt;br /&gt;             ; WIN A DATE WITH DAVID LEE ASK ME HOW: lol&lt;br /&gt;             if you want&lt;br /&gt;             LOL&lt;br /&gt;[8:56:07 PM] -                                             bananarama&lt;br /&gt;                #0212: and have my hair like the picture on yur bebo&lt;br /&gt;             skin&lt;br /&gt;             i used to have that hairstyle .. back in preschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;THATS ALL&lt;br /&gt;KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTIES :)&lt;br /&gt;quang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-8267080496152793705?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/8267080496152793705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=8267080496152793705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8267080496152793705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/8267080496152793705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/mysterious-case-of-my-face-d.html' title='The mysterious case of my face. :D'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-9031858566463497063</id><published>2009-03-11T23:28:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:31:36.882+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The new number</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SbevGUJ65uI/AAAAAAAAABg/hM1p6awXg8w/s1600-h/72.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SbevGUJ65uI/AAAAAAAAABg/hM1p6awXg8w/s400/72.8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311906808531183330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-9031858566463497063?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9031858566463497063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=9031858566463497063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9031858566463497063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9031858566463497063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-number.html' title='The new number'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SbevGUJ65uI/AAAAAAAAABg/hM1p6awXg8w/s72-c/72.8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7296041981937132341</id><published>2009-03-01T22:01:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:13:41.127+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Poll results</title><content type='html'>Heyerz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total of 31 votes was taken on this poll, from this blog and from school.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the final results from least voted to most voted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th- Morpheous on 0 votes :(. He would probably win the, who looks coolest poll though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th- Keanu Reeves on 1 vote. Turns out he doesn't know Kung Fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th- Christmas Critter on 2 votes. They may not win, but they'll rape you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equal 4th- Chuck Norris and ManBearPig on 4 votes. So now the question is, who would win in a fight, chuck norris or manbearpig? Al Gore says ManBearPig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equal 2nd- Jesus and 'Quang and Chris' on 5 votes. Yeah, me and Quang could so double team Jesus any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And first is, no suprise, Mr.Wirth! It just proves that his awesomeness aura will do the job with his epic 10 votes. In WoW, Mr.Wirths character can go to what ever level it wants cause it can...and it can fly...and shoots lasers with its eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for a new poll cause I said so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOP WOOP WOOP&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7296041981937132341?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7296041981937132341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7296041981937132341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7296041981937132341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7296041981937132341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/03/poll-results.html' title='Poll results'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4641664045613582920</id><published>2009-02-19T19:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:12:03.588+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology: Ahmed vs Mr.Wirth</title><content type='html'>Heyerz,&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened at Bio today. Cause our teacher is sick, Mr.Wirth came to our class to check if we had work to do. So after about 20 minutes, Ryan asks Mr.Wirth if he can drink his protein drink in class. Mr.Wirth didn't answer his question cause he can do the impossible, but he started talking with Ahmed about how Ahmed trains (gym). Ahmed went on to explain that he is 'NOT' on steroid and only drinks, like 3 litres of protein drinks. Mr.Wirth burned Ahmed bad when he explained that the only reason someone would work out as much as him is to pose in the mirror. Lots of laughs ensured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Spiderman jumped into the room throught the window right before he was squished under Mr.Wirth's foot. Then Gordon Freeman parked his buggy illegaly and got fined. Unfortunetly the parking inspector was a zombie so Gordon Freeman crowbared his arse. Then the 'Cavity Creeps' made a hole in Gordon Freeman before being stopped a giant Colgate tube with tartar control. Then McGiver made a nuclear bomb using some string, a shoe and a gold ball. Unfortunetly the bomb failed to detonate because jack Bower came in and stopped it in 24 hours. Then Charlie the Unicorn crossed the magical bridge of hope and wonder to find that terrorists had taken over Candy Mountain. The terrorists took Charlie hostage and demanded a 1 million dollar ransom. Unfortunetly one of the terrorists accidently shot Charlie in the head. Then Candy Mountain imploded. Jesus looked on from above thinking to himself "I hope dad doesn't get home soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOP WOOP WOOP&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4641664045613582920?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4641664045613582920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4641664045613582920' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4641664045613582920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4641664045613582920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/biology-ahmed-vs-mrwirth.html' title='Biology: Ahmed vs Mr.Wirth'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-9198360075318752266</id><published>2009-02-16T17:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:35:38.335+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Well i have not blogged in so long :) so i have decided to write a blog about ... all of my valentines. yes that was indeed plural. now i will write and you can guess who you are if you are one of my valentines :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 1. WELLLLLLL sup faggot :D i doubt you even read this :) but im like txting you right now anyway LOL soo :) well you are very pretty :) and well umm i still dont know why we talk LOL even though the convo like dies every time. anyway your a awesome friend :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 2.Okay well one of the three amigos :) currently known for giving the worst first kiss to a girl in the whole entire wide world. anyway your a funny person :D you are also a great person to be a friend with and alsoooo someone who i can really talk to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 3. Okay well my my who do we have now wait wait its the bad ass valentines :) DULWICHHH :) and well you like kinda bludged the swimming carnie even though you went and well we use to be tight and then we kinda liked died in the ass (N) but ill live :) anyway your a funny dude to talk to even though you get in trouble so much :L have my babies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 4.Who the fucks in number 4 LOL well ummi think its you :L well we havnt known each other for a long long time but that hasnt really changed much :L well you are currently on the phone looking outside your window and laughing your head off :L wellll one of the coolest people ive ever met so easy to talk to which is a good thing :) and overall a really nice person to be friends with (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i will write the other 4 after i wake up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 5. Okay well ummm. SUP LOVE :) this is for my little mysterious thing of a godsister who i talk about in my sleep. Yup you ;D so well we have been through alot. i only asked you to be my valentines cause i couldnt bare to see you nigel (A) arnt i super nice bro :P ? Oh well the nice shit: you are probably one of the only people in the whole world i can tell anything too. And probably one of the only i would trust with anything significant of mine &gt;=) hahaha we have gone through some funny times :D anyway. one of the best people ive ever met :) still my last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 6. Well i totally have forgotten who this is. Ohhhhh i know you :D met you off a friend :L something about me being married to you LOL. well :) we have been through alot... :D but its all been worth it :) because through all this we have still remained awesome to each other. through our ups and downs and thats whats awesome about youuuu :) no matter how bad i stuff up i can always rely on you. even though i take this for granted so much. i really do appreciate it :) and so i try to be awesome for you too. even though its awkward sometimes its all worthwhile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 7. Oh yeahhh. probably the most random one of my valentines &lt;3 locker buddies &lt;3 lol i know i piss you off everytime i turn your lock when your trying to open it, but its what keeps our relationship alive :) hahahha i remember like last year we didnt even know each other that well and then i saw you at dragonskin and now we are alrite :L one of these awesome guys you know you can just trust :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 8. ...LOL... Sally Wong ehhh ;) hahahaha one awesomo dude this guy is. one of my good friends... well i think he is my friend. maths buddies. he helps me through the good times and the bad times. for like when we do integration and then we do something stupid that makes no sense like... 4 unit :) my god keeps my alive in class bro and for that... I SALUTE YOU "DLEETE" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Valentine number 9 And 10 both want to be number 10 and so ... one can be 10.1 and the other can be 10.2 by a random process of... who can do the splits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 10.1. Omg like one of the first people i ever talked to at school, i remember your first ever question: "Do you play WOW?"  hahah and now we are tight. you seem to like to hug me... alot. alot alot alot alot alot. and its cool. AND HOLY SHIT YOU CAN DO THE SPLITS LIKE WTF ZOMB OMG BOMB ZERG RUSHH we must play a game together sometimes. your fps skills are like... okay i might as well frag grenage myself theres no point. ANYWAY KEEP IT UP BROOO :D loveeeee quang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VNo 10.2. OKAY now .... this is going to be the most blindingly obvious valentine because he is my other half &lt;3 in this blog. yup :) okay well i have written a poem for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes at night&lt;br /&gt;when im not feeling right&lt;br /&gt;i think of your face&lt;br /&gt;and my heart starts to pace&lt;br /&gt;cause theres this feeling i cant deny&lt;br /&gt;and its coming from between my thighs&lt;br /&gt;cause every part of you&lt;br /&gt;is something new.&lt;br /&gt;and dear my other half&lt;br /&gt;i love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH ON THE SPOT BABY &lt;3 for you chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES PLUS LIKE ONE WEEK PEOPLES :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANGGGGGGG &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;"cause its so hard to be when your next to me"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-9198360075318752266?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/9198360075318752266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=9198360075318752266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9198360075318752266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/9198360075318752266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-3.html' title='Valentines Day &lt;3'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4382071731332473916</id><published>2009-02-15T22:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:32:50.983+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Heyerz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a bit late, it's been a pretty busy weekend. Especially for Quang, he had to find Tristan :D. (inside joke).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;br /&gt;Sat was Valentines day, you know, pink, hearts, lame gifts, all that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;The day everyone is romantic.......to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Quang and I have decided to put our valentines poems on here. &lt;br /&gt;My one is on this blog, Quang's doing his tomorrow, cause he's lazy :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so imber awesome.&lt;br /&gt;You won't get the thing about the 'stone' but it's a bit sentimental and stuff...............................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sad to say that all I got&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t a gift that hits the spot&lt;br /&gt;The stone from primary school I thought&lt;br /&gt;Would be a gift of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;The cement on the stone had a strong bind&lt;br /&gt;Just like the thought of you, stuck in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I have no flowers, chocolates or wine&lt;br /&gt;All that I hope, is that you’re all mine.&lt;br /&gt;That sounded a bit bad, coming from me&lt;br /&gt;But you’re the one in my heart, and that you will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your mum that it was me who sent it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOP WOOP WOOP&lt;br /&gt;Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4382071731332473916?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4382071731332473916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4382071731332473916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4382071731332473916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4382071731332473916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day_15.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-4816556799952464351</id><published>2009-02-13T23:00:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:02:49.282+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The random sequence of events.</title><content type='html'>A man walked onto the road when the bat mobile ran him over. Batman got out to get insurance information when Optimus prime ran him over. When optimus prime untransformed for insurance information he was run over by Jesus. Jesus got out of his invisible car when he realised he failed. Chuck Norris flew down and squished Jesus. Jesus revived and was crushed by Chuck Norris’ awesome aura. Morpheus ran past and took out a car with his sword. A buggy drove past and phasered Morpheus because Gordon Freeman was riding and thought he was a lion ant. Then he was stopped by a wall, then Christmas Critters started raping his dead body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa clause looked on from above and said “screw this” and dropped his bag which fell and squished Kenny who was under an anvil. The blood slashed on the road causing Rick Ashley the swerve into Gandalf. Rick stayed with Gandalf as he died singing “never gonna give you up”. Upon hearing this, a portal opened and the companion cube smashed Rick’s head. Agent 047 took put his silencer on and popped the cube in the head. Mario jumped on Agent 047 and found the star. Mario ran around killing everyone he touched until it ran out and was killed by a tortoise. Sonic ran really fast and was killed by a spike in the ground. Luigi laughed at dead Mario before he was raped by Christmas critters whilst Turk danced to Poison and Mr.Cujes started a 10 hour quad assembly. Snake and a snake wrestled to the death whilst a metal slug jumped in a poorly assembled tank killing ducks and getting points. Raiden destroyed the tank by using his imber lightning skills before also being raped by Christmas Critters. Neo looked at them and said stop. Unfortunately he was only an actor and so got raped by Christmas Critters. ManBearPig ate the Christmas Critter and was shot by Chuck Norris as he rode on his cougar made of solid diamond shot by a gun made from his beard and bullet from his teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: I wonder who (Me)[Chris]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr.Wirth walks in and everyone spontaneously combusts and dies. Then Mr.Wirth thinks he’s uber cool and tries to divide by zero but his head implodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-4816556799952464351?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/4816556799952464351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=4816556799952464351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4816556799952464351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/4816556799952464351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-sequence-of-events.html' title='The random sequence of events.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3906925936821748414</id><published>2009-02-11T22:44:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:27:02.866+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology: Question time with Ahmed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiyers, Chris speakings here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a funny biology class today. About half-way through the lesson, Ahmed started asking Mrs.Witheridge (teacher) random questions about her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny ones were "Is he romantic?" and the never answered cause it's was apparently "appauling" "How did he propose to you?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of lols, and rofls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny said something funny or got bagged and was funny, something funny occured around Johnny. Something about shuffling on a grave.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started from talk about Valentines day (&lt;3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chuck Norris kicked thorugh the wall, divided by zero then flew off, right before an anime charcater Hadokened a tennis ball that got zerg rushed whilst being raped by christmas critters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gordon Freeman crowbared his way through the door before being attacked by zombies commanded by Captain Crunch riding on a portal gun being fired by Mr.Wirth. Then everything imploded...................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SZK9Rv0MJQI/AAAAAAAAABI/NWLAH99tZQo/s1600-h/fuck+divided+by+zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301507823959287042" style="WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SZK9Rv0MJQI/AAAAAAAAABI/NWLAH99tZQo/s400/fuck+divided+by+zero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3906925936821748414?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3906925936821748414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3906925936821748414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3906925936821748414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3906925936821748414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/biology-question-time-with-ahmed.html' title='Biology: Question time with Ahmed.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SZK9Rv0MJQI/AAAAAAAAABI/NWLAH99tZQo/s72-c/fuck+divided+by+zero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-2072035767032848596</id><published>2009-02-10T17:19:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:37:48.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Kermode Poem (real)</title><content type='html'>I think this is what it was, I wrote it during SDD. It's totally uber awesome + 1. This is the real one. yayzorr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Kermode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have only had you for 1 term&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight of your skills makes us squirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don’t get Kermit the Frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To find the answer, you must read our blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Hall teaches us, and what he first said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bli Bli Bli, I think his head went dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re doing the work; I swear we’re not lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ask for it to be marked, and we’ll all be hiding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to go now, to do some more work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Mr.Hall, doesn’t go beserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quang and I had to run toward the door when Mr.Hall read it incase the brain dead thing actually did make him go beserk-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SZEflaxmv9I/AAAAAAAAABA/CZ1e96h8i1Y/s1600-h/rockpaperscissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301052964094787538" style="WIDTH: 439px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SZEflaxmv9I/AAAAAAAAABA/CZ1e96h8i1Y/s400/rockpaperscissors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now it's getting posted to Mr.Kermode. The only problem is that no-one has actually explained to him why we're obsessed with Kermit the frog. He probably thinks we're on drugs..............maybe we are.........................................probably Quang :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Daniel wasn't there, mega bummer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOP WOOP WOOP&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chris (roflso)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-2072035767032848596?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2072035767032848596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=2072035767032848596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2072035767032848596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2072035767032848596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-kermode-poem.html' title='To the Kermode Poem (real)'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SZEflaxmv9I/AAAAAAAAABA/CZ1e96h8i1Y/s72-c/rockpaperscissors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-2682219648634045848</id><published>2009-02-10T14:20:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T14:22:38.427+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Today in Software :D</title><content type='html'>Jack and luke are currently argueing about luke escaping the game while chris is talking to his computer in a retarded way with a big blurry trinity logo on it :)&lt;br /&gt;jack is now telling me to read something while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG JACK CASE AND MATT HAMMOND ARE HOLDING HANDS OMG&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris im scared :(&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;jack wants me to go to his computer what should i do =O ?&lt;br /&gt;find out on the next episode offf ...&lt;br /&gt;POKEMONN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANG AGAIN LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-2682219648634045848?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/2682219648634045848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=2682219648634045848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2682219648634045848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/2682219648634045848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-in-software-d.html' title='Today in Software :D'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-7702662320814451883</id><published>2009-02-09T21:33:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:56:09.682+11:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Kermode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FD_yDjkRGeI/R03i8pPlpOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JBK3JUxIZZE/s400/kermit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                       &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                 Mr Kermode in his Natural Habitat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Recently our great software teacher Mr kermode has fallen ill :( and so i have decided to dedicate this blog to all of the wonderous things that he has done, here is the list. (if you have anymore tell me or chris):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. Teaching us more then A bli bli bli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. Letting us do a fair ammount of programming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. For resisting "The Game" with his magical aura relfecting abilities &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. I Lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. Giving us freedom, and a place to write out random stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6. Checking our work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7. Not checking our work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8. Making that beautiful thing we like to call Delphi Web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9. Planning us for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10. Knowing more then us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;11. Resembling Kermit the Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;12. Never revealing emotion :) and not telling us that he was going to leave us for a whole term :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;13. Being able to type so fast like in the movies (chris stephen :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;14. Letting us do sock puppets and giving us a good mark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;15. Laughing at our jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;16. Not having a algorasms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;17. Being the worlds best head teacher :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;These are the reasons why mr kermode should get better :) cause without him we are like a lollipop without the lolli :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;QUANGGGGGG (H)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-7702662320814451883?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/7702662320814451883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=7702662320814451883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7702662320814451883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/7702662320814451883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-kermode.html' title='For the Kermode.'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FD_yDjkRGeI/R03i8pPlpOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JBK3JUxIZZE/s72-c/kermit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231045893904518068.post-3975810711822961282</id><published>2009-02-09T20:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:59:01.505+11:00</updated><title type='text'>theFirstestEntry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELLLL Chris and me (Quang) decided that we should make a blog in study hall. For the fact that these things piss people off :) oh wells. TIME FOR THE INTRODUCTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of All Coming in at some Anorexic Weight iss ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHRIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: ...16 or 17 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: Tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex: Yes PLOX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Educated att... THAT PLACE IN SUMMER HILL THAT IF WE MENTION WE WILL GET 10000 HOURS OF DETENTION :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE WILL WRITE ABOUT HIMSELF LATERS :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: ...14 or 15 ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: Short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex: Whats That ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Educated at... THE SAME PLACEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE LESBIANS LIKE THIS MUCH &lt;---------&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello this is co-blogger Chris speaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All tremble before my might and awesomness! Maybe not tremble, but be slightly afraid! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been assembled from all corners of the globe, part man, part bear, part pig. Some would say i'm PigBearMan, others, BearManPig. But i go by only one name............Chris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can probably tell, i have the writing capability of a thousand monkeys using punch cards.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Greek (not wog), i live at home, i eat food, run, sleep, play wii, all that kid stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some say i'm good with words, others say i stole their wallet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the reason people use the phrase "A truely stupid person tries something and fails, and keeps trying the same way expecting a different result".&lt;br /&gt;and OMG! Quang's listening to High School Musical 2............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I ain't annorexic, i'm 70 Kg. And you're not 17? damn, that makes me a petofile.................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me in a nut shell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SY_-NTUkbdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/92y9XDXiq44/s1600-h/cybersex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300734790916664786" style="WIDTH: 431px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SY_-NTUkbdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/92y9XDXiq44/s400/cybersex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in the looks, just the randomness.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SY_94A_Sm-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/T-WA8KSr3T8/s1600-h/cybersex.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/231045893904518068-3975810711822961282?l=algorasms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/feeds/3975810711822961282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=231045893904518068&amp;postID=3975810711822961282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3975810711822961282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/231045893904518068/posts/default/3975810711822961282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algorasms.blogspot.com/2009/02/thefirstestentry.html' title='theFirstestEntry'/><author><name>CHRIS &amp;amp; QUANG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04881694718095602361</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SqYZ_4n5TZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/EI5wAfh-GpQ/S220/estimation.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rs87BIBa0XA/SY_-NTUkbdI/AAAAAAAAAAU/92y9XDXiq44/s72-c/cybersex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
