<?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-3071776993404898663</id><updated>2011-08-11T22:02:46.937+08:00</updated><category term='wx&apos;s posts'/><category term='sysysy'/><category term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><category term='lame jokes'/><category term='*b&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Mo9Io7</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>250</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3257675595098797781</id><published>2011-01-30T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:39:30.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO!</title><content type='html'>http://nautical-rapere.tumblr.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^wx here. Yeah I changed it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;It took me 7 tries to get our password -.-&lt;br /&gt;I'm going off now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-3257675595098797781?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3257675595098797781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2011/01/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3257675595098797781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3257675595098797781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2011/01/yo.html' title='YO!'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-7522312897921477771</id><published>2010-11-14T16:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:05:03.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, Going, Gone.</title><content type='html'>I wonder how many of you are going to bookmark this page, and if we will continue to keep in touch next year. Weird concept really, separating classes. Can't seem to get my head around it. We've experienced it before. In Primary school, I changed classes every year. Didn't mind though, not in the least. I wonder why its so different this year. Maybe we've developed emotionally and all that crap, and we finally experienced real bonding. Or maybe its because most friendships are strengthened over a fastfood meal. Considering how many of those I've had this year, I would say our friendships have been strengthened infinitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word has gotten round that the selection of our humanities subject will determine the classes we get into next year. Of course, that affects the subjects we choose. Unwilling to be separated from our friends, some of us have chosen subjects we are't interested in, for the sake of joining our friends. I do admit, I'm part of that group. The wisdom of such decisions, are, of course, questionable. Nevertheless, we are who we choose to be. -inaccurate quote The Ask and the Answer- Young as we are, we can't be trusted to make good decisions for ourselves. As such, I guess if we feel having our friends around would greatly increase our motviation to study (as it is in my case) making a choice of a humanity subject based on where our friends are going is justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would think it IS human nature to be unwilling to part with all that is familiar. Year 3 is a promise of hardships, late nights spent burning midnight oil, and feverish speeding through homework during recess. Without the familiar faces around to guide us through, I wonder if we will really be able to cope. But our seniors have done it. And the seniors before them. They've risen spectacularly to the occasion, and made better friends than they had in Year 1. It is safe to say we'll make it through. But will we remember? The games, (no, this is NOT a pun to make you lose) the wars, the chasing, the playing, and even the (attempted) group studying that resulted in a goal post being carried across the soccer field. But no matter. This post, I hope, will serve to remind everyone of the joys we shared. Not the hardships, (did we even have any?!) but the joys of getting to know one another. (What a load of sentimental crap) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say friends can become strangers, and no doubt, that will be the outcome of many among us. But I sincerely hope that we will remember one another, that we will still share an occasional lunch in the canteen or even maybe in the standard location for teens to dine. (I'm speaking, of course, of fastfood restaurants) May we find it in us to keep in touch and possibly, like in the case of my mum, meet up after 40 odd years for a gathering-- a time to reminisce the carefree life we led as Year 1s and 2s in NUS High.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was really cheem english. No particular reason, I just felt like it. Anyways, good luck to all of you wherever you may go, and God bless. (uh. ok. how about, "keep in touch"? I'm not a religious person, really)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, about 17 of us haven't completed out module evaluation surveys. Hands up, those who are going to do it outside of school time..... yup. None. School shouldn't let us do it on our free time. It kinda means we won't do it. Then again, its a good chance to flame the teachers. Unfortunately the survey isn't anonymous and as our kind, indignant teacher who teaches some of us on Fridays points out, teachers actually read those things. Good luck with your veiled insults. If you're good enough, you'd be able to say what you really feel without a summons from a teacher when school re-opens. If not, give up now and no disciplinary action will be taken against you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-7522312897921477771?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/7522312897921477771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7522312897921477771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7522312897921477771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/11/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, Going, Gone.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-7427114201239326248</id><published>2010-11-10T17:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T17:27:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW IS THIS FUNNY?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, how is this funny because I can't stop laughing, even though it reminds me domestic abuse :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QqUFopqVnU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1QqUFopqVnU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-7427114201239326248?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/7427114201239326248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-is-this-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7427114201239326248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7427114201239326248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-is-this-funny.html' title='HOW IS THIS FUNNY?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-9103241539205452529</id><published>2010-10-27T12:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T10:04:41.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>wow this got a lot of flaming. Im such a whiner&lt;br /&gt;Awkward. Ok lets not talk about this anymore. Yeah Im wasting my time since I am like watching tv and reading my eng script at the same time - I think Im really pathetic (yes I know I am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching really weird things on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_fPV13lKm4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0_fPV13lKm4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="310" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College humour is funny.&lt;br /&gt;=3 is like...meh. Dont be offended it you saw what =3 &lt;that means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-9103241539205452529?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/9103241539205452529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/regret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9103241539205452529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9103241539205452529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-7843330842780220465</id><published>2010-10-18T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:48:45.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NUS High Memories: Campus’ dark past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(214, 214, 214); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As with every school campus, there is some past to it. NUS High is no different despite it being a new campus. Much of the past originates back from the days when the plot of land that we are currently sitting on was Nan Hua High school. The following stuffs that will be mentioned are stuffs that I have heard over the years as well as information from some background research. That being said, it is up to the reader to believe the validity of this post for there is no way that I can verify everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The NUS High pond besides the lift used to be the site of the old DnT room of Nan Hua. Rumour has it that one day, a girl’s hair got entangled with a wood cutting machine. Unable to free herself, the blade came down and decapitated her. Ever since, her spirit has been haunting that area. Because of that, our school designed a pond in that area, believing that the water will trap her spirit and appease it. Also, because of the incident, all Nan Hua girls were required to tie up their hair in pigtails, thus starting the tradition of Nan Hua girls with pigtails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The other NUS High pond behind the classroom block and near the road also has a similar reason for its existence. It was said that there used to exist a haunted toilet that was locked up and was generally avoided. However one day, some students got bored and decide to break the lock and enter the toilet. Upon entering the toilet, all of them let out a blood-curdling scream and ran out, faces pale as sheet. They said that they saw bloodstains everywhere, and that there was some ghostly apparition in the mirror. NUS High when building the school, decided to place a pond over the area as well so as to appease this spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Finally, if anyone ever noticed, NUS High school hostel is built in the shape of a swastika and this is no coincidence. During WWII, the area used to be a swamp and was the site of a japanese massacre. Because of that, the “dark” energy that radiated from the place was very strong. As such, a swastika sign was to be placed over it to contain the “dark energy”. Also, as if this wasn’t sufficient, the pi-wall was designed to be more than a pi-wall. It was designed to be a large reflective mirror of sorts to reflect all these “dark energy” away from the main school campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Perhaps there are other stories of NUS High school campus waiting to be uncovered, but this is as far as I know. And with that I’d say that NUS High was built after much consultation with geomancers with regards to feng shui and stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-fastlane.tumblr.com/post/1327464347/nus-high-memories-campus-dark-past"&gt;http://the-fastlane.tumblr.com/post/1327464347/nus-high-memories-campus-dark-past&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-7843330842780220465?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/7843330842780220465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/nus-high-memories-campus-dark-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7843330842780220465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7843330842780220465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/nus-high-memories-campus-dark-past.html' title='NUS High Memories: Campus’ dark past'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8693069823727613968</id><published>2010-10-16T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T21:36:09.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b id="q8"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do I Have More Protections for a Personal Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emmett v. Kent School District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 92 F. Supp.2d 1088 (W.D. Wash. 2000), the court &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/library/tech/00/03/cyber/cyberlaw/03law.html" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;held&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; that public school officials had violated a student's First Amendment rights by punishing the student for his personal website, the "Unofficial Kentlake High Home Page." The court held that "[a]lthough the intended audience was undoubtedly connected to Kentlake High School, the speech was entirely outside of the school's supervision or control." Likewise, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Flaherty v. Keystone Oaks School Dist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 247 F.Supp.2d 698 (W.D. Pa. 2003) a federal court found a public school's policy, which prohibited "inappropriate, harassing, offensive or abusive" behavior, was unconstitutional because "the policy could be (and is) read by school officials to cover speech that occurs off school premises and that is not related to any school activity in an arbitrary manner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b id="q9"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sweet, my Personal Blog is Untouchable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Not so fast. EFF believes that public schools have no right to punish or censor any speech activities conducted outside of the school gates, and the Supreme Court has yet to consider such off-campus censorship. However, some lower courts have applied the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "material disruption" standard in cases concerning the personal web sites of high school and middle school students. For example, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/court/beussinkvwoodland_pi_order.html" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beussink v. Woodland School District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 30 F. Supp.2d 1175 (E.D. Mo. 1998), a federal court applied Tinker's "material disruption" standard when considering a student's web site that used vulgar language to criticize his public school and its teachers and administrators. Even though the site was created on the student's own time, with his own computer and Internet connection, the court decided that the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "material disruption" test applied since a classmate viewed the site at school. While it is unfortunate that the court applied the less protective standard, in the end the student was vindicated — since there was no material disruption, the court decided that the student's First Amendment rights were violated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Likewise, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.S. ex rel H.S. v. Bethlehem Area School District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 569 A.2d 638 (Pa. 2002), the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania held that despite the fact that the web site was not created at school, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tinker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; test applied because the site "was aimed at a specific school and/or its personnel" and was "brought onto the school campus or accessed at school by its originator." The court proceeded to hold that the public school's punishment of a student for his off-campus web site, which included an image of a teacher's face morphing into Hitler's, an image of the same teacher with a decapitated head dripping with blood, and a request that visitors contribute $20 for a hit man, was justified under the "material disruption" standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Better reasoned cases have looked at whether the speech was "intentionally or knowingly communicate[d]" to the students before applying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tinker's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; "material disruption" test to speech that originated off campus. See e.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porter v. Ascension Parish School Bd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 393 F.3d 608 (5th Cir. 2004).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Again, EFF doesn't think that a public school should be able to punish you for the contents of your personal blog. Nevertheless, these cases show that some courts may find even a blog created and hosted off campus to be subject to school restrictions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b id="q10"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Can I Criticize Teachers on My Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It depends on how you do it. Merely criticizing or insulting schoolteachers and administrators, even with vulgar language, likely will not amount to the "material disruption" required by the Supreme Court. See e.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beidler v. North Thurston County (Wash.) Sch. Dist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, No. 99-2-00236-6 (Thurston Cty. Super. Ct. July 18, 2000) (unpublished opinion holding the First Amendment protected a student's private web site that ridiculed a school administrator), and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aclu.org/court/beussinkvwoodland_pi_order.html" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beussink v. Woodland School District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 30 F. Supp.2d 1175 (E.D. Mo. 1998) (student's vulgar criticisms of school on his personal blog did not rise to a "material disruption.").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;However, if you publish anything that might be considered a physical threat toward a student, teacher, or administrator, a court will likely find that punishment by the school is constitutional. See &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;J.S. ex rel H.S. v. Bethlehem Area School District&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, 569 A.2d 638 (Pa. 2002) (punishment of student for publishing an image of decapitated teacher and soliciting donations for a hit man on his personal blog was justified under the "material disruption" test, even though it was intended as a joke and a law enforcement investigation concluded the student was not a threat).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Similarly, although your opinions are protected by the First Amendment, publishing defamatory content (See our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eff.org/issues/bloggers/legal/liability/defamation" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to learn what that is) — even jokingly — may get you in trouble at school, and maybe even get you sued. Other types of speech may also violate the law and put you within reach of the school's discipline, so read further to see what legal pitfalls you should avoid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b id="q12"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What Can I Do to Avoid Causing a "Material Disruption" at School with My Personal Blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Based on how the courts have applied the "material disruption" standard to off-campus web sites in the past, there are several things you can do to avoid a situation where the school might discipline you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: disc; "&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Most importantly, don't post anything that someone at school is likely to take as a direct physical threat against school staff or students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't advocate for the immediate violation of any laws or school rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Review the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eff.org/issues/bloggers/legal" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bloggers' Legal Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to understand your rights and make sure you aren't publishing anything illegal. Just as you have First Amendment rights like other bloggers, you're also subject to all the same legal responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't use any school resources to publish or view your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't encourage other students to read or post comments to your blog while at school — tell them to wait until they are off campus. If you see comments on your blog posted by other students during school hours, consider deleting them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Make sure it's clear to readers that the blog isn't sponsored by or affiliated with the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Before you start cussing or bagging on people, take a second to cool off. Although we think you have a right to use coarse language to describe people at school, and several courts have agreed with us, it will still increase the chance that your school will try to punish you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b id="q22"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What if My School Orders Students to Stop Blogging About School?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Contact a lawyer; if you don't have one, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eff.org/about/contact/" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;contact EFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and we may be able to help. Such a blanket ban at a public school would undoubtedly violate your First Amendment rights, while such a ban at a private school may violate state laws protecting student speech that are described below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOLOLOL. Just an article on blogging rights. Not that i want to call up a lawyer though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Respect our blogging rights, adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 25px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eff.org/issues/bloggers/legal/students"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.eff.org/issues/bloggers/legal/students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-8693069823727613968?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8693069823727613968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-i-have-more-protections-for-personal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8693069823727613968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8693069823727613968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/do-i-have-more-protections-for-personal.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2671505074204020726</id><published>2010-10-15T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:45:52.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>INNOCENT (lol got this dumb title from the random innocent guilty quiz thing)</title><content type='html'>SO. This post is completely hate free. I'm just rambling. ok? Things I've learnt this week:&lt;br /&gt;1. never throw a shoe up a hdb flat with a overhanging roof&lt;br /&gt;2. I must learn to pick locks&lt;br /&gt;3. Never leave a wallet unattended, especially near black shirted drunk guys&lt;br /&gt;4. SGK 2738 B&lt;br /&gt;5. Never give someone their lunch 2hrs late or you will be plagued with guilt&lt;br /&gt;6. Do not stalk fangyi look-alikes&lt;br /&gt;7. The audi's lights on and off very quickly&lt;br /&gt;8. Do not let Ernest near  lamp&lt;br /&gt;9. Amanda dances really well&lt;br /&gt;10. Manish loves to scream and pretend to be a zombie&lt;br /&gt;11. Do not talk about being shirtless or ppl will get the wrong impression&lt;br /&gt;12. Tae Hoon makes a very scary pontianak&lt;br /&gt;13. Ms Cheng finds falsettos hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop at unlucky 13 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2671505074204020726?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2671505074204020726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/innocent-lol-got-this-dumb-title-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2671505074204020726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2671505074204020726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/10/innocent-lol-got-this-dumb-title-from.html' title='INNOCENT (lol got this dumb title from the random innocent guilty quiz thing)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-9072418974248936127</id><published>2010-09-24T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:32:01.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Toilets part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Please read part one first if you have not. It spoilts the fun if you have not :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;*added. might cause loss of appetite. viewer discretion is advised*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our curious scientists from NASA decided to have a look at the horrible mess behind the bush. Horrible yes. Foul smelling too (which leads us back to the study on Jurassic nutrition). That was the earliest reported sighting of a &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious&lt;/i&gt; species, which scientists classify as &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious duginthefloorus&lt;/i&gt;. However the NASA scientists ran out of electricity for their little trip while showing Ug the wonders of the 21st century, and has been stranded in the Jurassic Age. Many reckon they're having a great time barbecuing with Ug and partae-ing every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mode of nutrition&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Toilets have evolved from eating homo sapiens to eating their waste. It is after all, easier to digest food that has already been digested. And since toilets don't have a particularly picky tongue (oh come on, at most they have a toiletseatus), they decided to make do with it. Talk about adaptation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Most toilets have an underground limb that stretches for as far as 100 metres. Once the limb has reached a strategic spot it erects a signpost like object from under the ground. The signposts usually have mysterious markings on it that are eerily similar to British English words, for example "restroom, latrine" and some even more remarkably have "toilet" printed on it. As if by clockwork humans tend to fall prey to the first prey-snaring mechanism of the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The human then arrives at the exomouthris of the toilet. He/she cannot resist the urge to go in for some reason or another. Historians and plumbers often argue over the statement "the beauty of toilet". The human goes in anyway, and the exomouthris closes. This is to prevent the prey from escaping until it has fulfilled it's purpose of coming to the toilet, as well as to prevent other unearthly gases from polluting the atmosphere (and let the human suffocate in his own gas until he/she has finished the job).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Occasionally, the average human for no apparent reason loses the urge to relieve himself/herself after the exomouthris closes. More often than not, the human is stuck inside the exomouthris trying desperately to get out. This problem is commonly classified as "toilet door failure". Usually the human has a device to allow him/her to call for third party intervention, otherwise called the plumber. The plumber is a specially trained personnel whose most outstanding ability is to communicate and maintain the health of the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The plumber however, more often than not, cannot solve this problem as the toilet cannot override the code implanted in its brain (technically it stores its genetic information in the endomouthris) to allow exceptions like this to go free. See "toilet obstinateness" for more information. The human however, has two choices. Using the same old device he/she can always get a locksmith instead to pry open the exomouthris. Many experts discourage this method as it may harm the toilet which is a sacred animal to a radical group of plumbers who will not hesitate to blow up a department store if they can't find a toilet plunger going cheap. Hence the human has only the latter option, which is to feed the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Controversies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Since sit toilet came about, people all over the world have been arguing about whether to classify toilets as a living thing. The RPG (radical plumber group) has always referred to the toilet as a sacred animal and cleans his/her toilet twice a day and worships it by reading the newspaper to it while relieving him/herself. Animal rights activists have of course always been against the cruel treatment of toilets by humans. Ah Lim, a toilet rights activist said "Eh, I don't see why that auntie must charge me 10 cent to use the toilet leh! It is my right to use the toilet!" Many people are against the use of toilets for self profit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The "aim properly" campaign in male toilets has also been reported not to refer to the passing of liquid waste but rather the solid waste. Studies have shown that more often than not solid waste tends to land outside of the endomouthris while the liquid waste surprisingly lands inside the endomouthris (&gt; 50%). Not only does this leave unsightly stains in the toilet, the foul smell cannot be fully contained by the exomouthris and drives off potential prey, starving the toilet as a result.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To combat this problem, TAUPOK (Toilet Association Uniting Public Organisations, K is for the fun of it) has started setting up stalls outside toilets selling merchandise ranging from "I love toilets" T-shirts to toilet paper to spectacles. Scientists, working alongside plumbers have also successfully created a  breed of genetically modified toilets with a larger endomouthris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Bio) Terrorism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The idea of RPG (Radical Potty Group. Oops, I meant Radical Plumber Group) was hatched when a John Keller who was relieving himself (constipating actually) suddenly hit a brainwave. (Studies show that frequent constipation is a sign that one is an evil genius) His famous motto:"Never again will I have to suffer constipation" while he was advertising a laxative bears testament to his evil genius mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;John Keller started as a plumber's apprentice, before upgrading himself by buying a black toilet plunger. The colour of toilet plungers often represent the plumber's skill level. Keller however, was the only exception as the supermarket has a sale that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Keller then made a name for himself when he broke a toilet by accident when he was on a job to unclog the toilet. Apparently the owner had some debris stuck in the ubendus of the toilet. Keller using his intellect threw some plastic explosives down and there went the kitchen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Keller became a fugitive after the incident, joining hands with other radical plumbers from all over the world and started planting explosives in many toilets around the world. They were responsible for various sudden showers in fastfood restaurants and hotels. One should steer clear of a destroyed toilet for fear that something unhealthy would land on thy face. Recently they have begun to use liquid bombs, hence prompting the UN to declare "no toilet is safe". Prices of toilets have skyrocketed since, and has contributed to the devastation of the economic downturn, which many companies used as a pretext to fire their plumbers (who then join the RPG. The irony).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;John Keller married in 2005 to a ceramic toilet in a wedding attended by 200 renowned plumbers. The pastor (who happens to work part-time as a plumber) declared "you may now flush the bride", after which the couple paraded through the streets on a plumber's van. This procession is often remembered as World Toilet Festival, or WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3071776993404898663-9072418974248936127?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/9072418974248936127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilets-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9072418974248936127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9072418974248936127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilets-part-2.html' title='Toilets part 2'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8024342271153278052</id><published>2010-09-23T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:30:35.889+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Toilets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;The term toilet refers to a variety of organisms from the genus &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloacatious&lt;/i&gt; which are well known for having a highly complex digestive system. In fact it is so complicated that there is no need for any form of chemical breakdown of food. The more common species of &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious&lt;/i&gt; include &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious latrinous&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious toiletrious&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious wheredidmytoiletpapergonous&lt;/i&gt; as well as &lt;i&gt;Cloacatious theflushisntworkingis&lt;/i&gt;. Toilets are widespread throughout the world, although many species have been domesticated. Archaeologists have reported uncovering a toilet fossil from the Roman era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classification&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;Toilets are mainly divided into two categories which have many subcategories. Over the past decades the classification of toilets has been a hot topic of debate amongst scientists, taxonomists and plumbers alike. However most people agree that toilets can be divided into two main categories, the &lt;i&gt;Complexa&lt;/i&gt; family and the and the &lt;i&gt;Anticomplexa&lt;/i&gt; family. The main distinguishing feature between these two families is the &lt;i&gt;Complexa&lt;/i&gt; has more than two &lt;i&gt;endomouthris&lt;/i&gt; while Anticomplexa has only one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anatomy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;The brief anatomy of the a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloacatious theflushisntworkingis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top:4.8pt;margin-right:0cm;margin-bottom:6.0pt;margin-left: 0cm;line-height:18.0pt"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;exomouthris&lt;/i&gt; - refers to the toilet door. Most have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;endomouthris &lt;/i&gt;- refers to the mechanism of waste disposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sinkis&lt;/i&gt; - the salivary glands of the toilet, although studies have shown that it is as important as the appendix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;papyrus&lt;/i&gt; - borrowed from British English, literally meaning paper. Papyrus is a waste product given out by the mouth of the toilet to attract prey. It appears that toilets have more papyrus in the mornings. No one knows why, but plumbers think it is because the cleaners (&lt;i&gt;mundus toiletrious&lt;/i&gt;) only appear in mornings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;The endomouthris is the most complex part of the entire toilet. Studies have shown that the more complex the endomouthris is, the more likely the chance that the toilet would be caught, shipped to a city and installed in a compartment of a hotel where there is no need to hunt for prey because there is a continuous supply of them offering their shiny bottoms to the lucky organisms. The endomouthris in fact, has a few more parts to it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toiletcapus&lt;/i&gt; - To ensure that what goes in does not come out should its inner salivary glands overreact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toiletseatus&lt;/i&gt; - To hold the prey there longer. &lt;i&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/i&gt; are known to fall prey to the allure of toiletseati (plural).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thyflushbuttonus&lt;/i&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/i&gt; have been eaten for so long by the toilets (artifacts show as early as the stone age, where the less advanced &lt;i&gt;Homo&lt;/i&gt;s tend to slip into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloacatious duginthefloorus &lt;/i&gt;while relieving themselves.) that they now form a symbiotic relationship with the toilets. This will be further explained later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Holus&lt;/i&gt; - Not to be confused with bolus which is sometimes used to refer to the source of nutrition of toilet species. Many biology teachers however use this to facilitate teaching in anatomy classes. Holus refers to the inner compartment of the main endomouthris. Veterinarians, I mean plumbers, often inspect this part of toilets to check its health. If the water level is too high it could mean that the salivary glands are overreacting. If it is too low it is dehydrated, a problem that is easily solved with the next visit of a &lt;i&gt;Homo sapien&lt;/i&gt;. In the US, the WWF and the APS (American plumbing society) reported 6,000,000 cases of salivary gland malfunction in toilets in 2009, a disease that is currently classified as W.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;Ubendus - pronounced oo-ben-dus. It is the equivalent of the human intestines, shortened into a ceramic pipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Toilets have been around before humans (monkeys) roamed the Earth. They are elusive creatures, all hiding and living underground. In fact to this very day we can still find perhaps a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloacatious &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;duginthefloorus &lt;/i&gt;by digging anywhere in the ground. However it is illegal in most countries to do so, for fear that it may harm the creature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;Toilets also exist in all kinds of forests around the world. They form a symbiotic relationship with many plant and sometimes fungi species by providing them with food and nutrients. Recently toilets have formed another symbiotic relationship with the more advanced primates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;Perhaps the first man to discover the existence of toilets was Ug. Ug was an ordinary caveman from Jurassic Period. A NASA funded time-travel expedition to the period has allowed us to better understand toilets. "Ug ug ug ug ug ug" (my name is Ug) he said, waving that shiny club of his around. "Argh ug ug ug ug uga" (I need to find a toilet), he continued. NASA scientists were puzzled. He referred to "toilet" as a creature while the people of the 21st century call it a commodity. Ug then scampered off behind the bushes and groaning sounds could be heard. This has led to a new study on Jurassic nutrition. After that Ug appeared again hiding a stained leaf behind his back (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cloacatious &lt;/i&gt;species have not evolved the &lt;i&gt;papyrus &lt;/i&gt;yet)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: normal; font-size: 13.1944px; "&gt;To be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/3071776993404898663-8024342271153278052?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8024342271153278052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8024342271153278052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8024342271153278052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/09/toilets.html' title='Toilets'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8308417811805934370</id><published>2010-09-19T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T16:13:59.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>It's time. Grab the guns and the toilet seat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know everyone is busy, (particularly me, wait no I just finished me Science Buskers, now I have another two to go xD) but that does not mean you can stone on this page and not type a single letter. Therefore, we need some fancy advertisements and bright colours on this page to attract more viewership to increase the total net traffic on this page so as to slow down your internet connection because there are people trying to read some nonsense here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I feel inspired by uncyclopedia. It is really content free. Note that the following may not obey the laws of physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And so one random day a man drops from the sky. Yes he had a parachute. And yes it was not working. Someone replaced the parachute with The Sunday Times thinking he would be better off with some reading material instead. And because he was travelling at a speed faster than the speed of sound, there was already a crater in the ground before we hear some screams of "Ahhhh" echoing in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But if we assume that he had reached terminal velocity, he would have been travelling at a constant speed after some time, which is a speed in which is slower than the speed of sound which means that sound travels faster than him, which is perfectly reasonable, but because we're trying to think nonsensically here, let's assume that he had a toilet seat in his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assuming the man was falling vertically, his surface area against air resistance would be theoretically the cross sectional area of his head (of course unless he had a beer belly, which would cause him to tip slightly and change his course. We will discuss this later). Let's assume that he would be able to reach his terminal velocity at a speed close to the speed of sound in this falling manner, he would have approximately 20 seconds to scream "I hate you you moronic co-pilot!" back at the plane before he crashed (into what?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now let's assume that he managed to rip the toilet seat out of the plane's toilet... Never mind. Let's think of it this way. The plane was a world war 2 veteran. Shot out of the sky twice, never repaired. So essentially there was a gaping hole in the toilet compartment (no that does not mean what passes through the toilet bowl ends up being flushed out into the sky, we don't want to have other pilots hit by killer litter)(Does that mean that the toilet compartment is an essential part of every aircraft design as it helps to balance the weight of the plane and should there be a need to tilt the plane upwards you can always get you passengers to use the toilet at the back). And somehow or another, the toilet fell out with him (both literally and metaphorically) cos I dunno, he jumped from the hole in the toilet compartment? (how handy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So now you have two problems. One, the toilet is falling. Two, the plane now has no toilet. (The man is not a major concern here, he never paid, maybe that explains the plane) The consequences of a toilet falling are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The world just lost another toilet. How sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The plane would not tilt upwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The pilot has no where to relieve himself (well there's a gaping hole there anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Who is going to clean up the mess below??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Now remember the toilet seat? The toilet has more more surface area than the idiot and hence falls slower. Let's assume the man has the common sense to flap like a chicken and manages to "climb" his way onto the toilet (note that both are currently falling through the air). So now he has two choices. One, sit on the toilet and read the Sunday Times (how familiar). Two, he decides that the toilet is an escape hatch and dives into the funnel (well the central depression) thinking he can get out alive. And yes his head can't fit through (I don't even think he managed to turn around without flying off).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So he decides on the former option. How wise. His Sunday Times flutters off into the air (will it reach the ground before Monday? xD) Now what? Using his incredible IQ and his resourcefulness he decides to rip the toilet seat off and use it has a float (ya know the tube/ring in swimming pools?). And he fits it around his waste, oops, I mean waist. (honestly this was a genuine mistake, but I'm just leaving it there.) (remember this is not the one with the pot belly) So now he is spinning around like a protist (yes a protist. There was this protist which spun around. Oh dear I forgot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And now if we bend another physics law we say he has now achieved gyroscopic stability and the centrifugal force propels him upwards ("haha toilet! That's the last time I'll use you ever again!") Of course there is gravity pulling him down. How sad. Let's move Jupiter a little closer. Ah he now goes up, perfect. Oh dear the toilet is accelerating upwards faster than him. We now vanish the toilet and focus on the man. The vaporised toilet will reappear in your house approximately 3 seconds later. Go check your toilet now, it should be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OK I shall stop here and go look for that spinning protist. Write more people :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-8308417811805934370?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8308417811805934370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-grab-guns-and-toilet-seat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8308417811805934370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8308417811805934370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-time-grab-guns-and-toilet-seat.html' title='It&apos;s time. Grab the guns and the toilet seat.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6121286326530799473</id><published>2010-08-22T18:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:44:41.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTJNPmI6iyM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTJNPmI6iyM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those are condoms. Im not joking. It was for an anti-AIDS festival :) Hope your parent's dont mind showing you my weird taste in life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6121286326530799473?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6121286326530799473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/08/those-are-condoms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6121286326530799473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6121286326530799473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/08/those-are-condoms.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6066888566657480792</id><published>2010-08-14T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:10:58.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/TGajt3QRSAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/s8-FNqvRzik/s1600/cca138fa-dfd7-460c-9e3f-b1567e9fa985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505267602828642306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/TGajt3QRSAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/s8-FNqvRzik/s400/cca138fa-dfd7-460c-9e3f-b1567e9fa985.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/3071776993404898663-6066888566657480792?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6066888566657480792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6066888566657480792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6066888566657480792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/TGajt3QRSAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/s8-FNqvRzik/s72-c/cca138fa-dfd7-460c-9e3f-b1567e9fa985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4571559809261322253</id><published>2010-07-09T21:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:59:53.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>And he, cans, the soup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hiyas again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ok I guess I'll write a part two for that. I suppose I'm more or less done with my stuff. I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahem, now where did we stop? Ah, the can of abalone. Freak don't ask me which brand to get, just get the cheaper ones. Eh you what you doing, I said abalone, not narcissus mushrooms. But I suppose that will do too. Fine, gimme that. You, go grab the stools. You, go get the snacks. You, go get the drinks. You, go... get the dessert. And you go buy toto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*place is set up for a party of some sort, no one seems to miss their previous supervisor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ok genelmen (mr brown show lol). The uncle opposite has agreed to let us watch free on his plasma tv, provided! *huge eyes stare* *someone's ice cream falls off the cone* Provided, we let him join the party! People, go grab another stool. Today, we shall dominate the entire left wing of the basement. No outside food or drinks allowed hor. Outside meaning nothing beyond the potted plant over there. Potted plant not included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*nice movie screening*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*employees crunching on chips*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"yeow!" *someone bit his tongue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"That was my potato chip! Take that!" *and smashes the other guy's face with a pack of batteries"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*Then... An eerie silence. Footsteps, the clopping of shoes along the tiled floor. A big burly man with sunglasses walks in their direction. The movie was paused, the man with the white uniform taking measured strides across their territory. He went past the potted plant (he knocked it down actually), and a bright light radiated from his chest. A closer glimpse at it revealed the words "security" on it. People panicked, fearing for their food. They hugged those dear to them (some guy was hugging the cashier counter) and even went to desperate measures to keep them safe (he swallowed the keys, choked, turned blue and fainted on the floor). Was the big guy going to bust them? Was this the end of the line for those who haven't struck jackpot yet?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"I see, you have made yourself pretty comfortable here" his voice was deep and didn't sound friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Yes of course" *gulps* "erms... potato chips?" and smiled cheekily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*grabs potato chips and crushes the pack with his fist, the packet goes out like someone who had too much laksa the other day*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Is there anything I can do for you?" *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"No there is not. I am here..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*anxious stares from behind the counter* *medic brings in stretcher* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now, what is going to happen next, I really have no idea. As readers you people will decide. Fine I know this isn't much of a part two but I do have homework to do. Oh and this was supposed to be posted yesterday, but my comp crashed, so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I do have a few suggestions, you could either make the security guy join in the fun, or you could let the security guy and his gang take over the supermarket and drive the happy people rolling in chips out. Of course it did be nice if someone else wants to write it.&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/3071776993404898663-4571559809261322253?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4571559809261322253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-he-cans-soup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4571559809261322253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4571559809261322253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-he-cans-soup.html' title='And he, cans, the soup.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6569766384845564759</id><published>2010-07-06T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T20:58:05.670+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>A tale of peanut sauce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hiyas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A bit dead, let's crap a bit, since I was halfway revising for Bio anw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;A day in the supermarket. How boring and cliche. Fine let's move elsewhere. By elsewhere I mean to the next aisle. So get your baskets or trolleys and move. You! Auntie! Get out of the way! (I wanted to write siam lol) Eh, ah ma, don't block the with your trolley full of cardboard. I am an honourary NTUC fairprice member ah. You touch my frozen roti prata I call police confiscate your cardboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*moves into next aisle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Towering rows of snacks and canned goods hung overhead. Literally. I mean look it's gonna topple like, in 5 minutes? (Not to mention that oversized uncle promoting a can of tuna hanging above) Ya know when the next little kid comes by and ooh mummee I want that choo choo train (advert, complimentary gift or wadever), grabs the can nearest to him, and walks off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*gasping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The pyramid shudders and sways about its position. The tip of the ice berg is about to crack and fall upon the head of the unlucky chap below. *Clank* a can or two dislodges itself from the main body and rolls down the steep incline. The kiddie turns his head, mouth wide as the monster comes down to swallow him alive. The dark shadow descends upon him, he screams! Ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*crowd gasping*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And look the bargain hunters are off to buy the can of tuna (hey hey the can the kid took was not tuna, be nice). I mean, two cans for the price of one. Not to mention the expiry date was tomorrow. Ahem, maybe you'd rather not hear that. Let the idiots be blissfully stupid. And no the kid didn't get crushed by the tower of tin cans. I am not just about to let my story turn into a sadistic story of a kid dying after a leaning tower of cans fall upon his little frame because this is a crap story. Fine MY crap story. No dying please thank you, take it outside to the next studio. Now ahem, where were we? Ah, oh the kid. Naah he got scared out of his wits when that poster of the oversized tuna ape fell on him. "And he wet his combinations" and fainted. Hey be glad at least the cans didn't crush him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now why do supermarkets stock their shelves so high up when most people are not of manish's height and do not bring ladders when shopping? I mean fine if you want to argue that old people bring those nice convertibles (I'm referring to those stools cum shopping baskets mind you) they can't possibly climb on and grab the nice stuff off the nice (not) shelf at the top. Oh come on, it's the ceiling already, don't jump. Stand on the marie biscuits if you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And then the leaning tower of pizza. (I have no idea what's inside that can lol. Bless you if it says instant tissues) This is obviously the result of some supermarket supervisor who obviously had an ancestor who built pyramids. Hey note the similarity. Just that one tends to topple more often than the other. *kids pops his bubble gum* Eh you! Ya you! (coffeeshop uncle tone) The kid with the pink and sticky face. Don't blow gum here hor!.... *lectures*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*15 minutes later*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;...You understand now? Next time, you want blow gum, you do it in aisle 12 because hor, there got no cctv. Plus, you finish already stick on the toilet paper. I tell you, no one buys toilet paper at 1pm in the afternoon, because, they are busy using it in the bathroom after lunch. Okay, understand? Good. Uncle give you more gum, but hor, later you stick it on that uncle in the poster over there. You see? There hor, the one slightly raised from the floor. Ah, that one, don't wake the person sleeping underneath hor, he hiding. Also hor, tell your mother buy a can of the tuna ah. Okay, bye bye~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*knocks out supermarket supervisor and wears his uniform*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*ok i know this is random, but that does not stop it from being funny*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahem ahem... Hmm... You you, the one with the ugly bowtie. Ah you. Now what time already, 1.30pm! You go for lunch now! "Ahh? But I just went leh". Aiyah never mind, second serving, on the house. Oi you too! Go go go! Grab your free lunches from the refrigerated department! *steps on supervisor tied up on the floor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*squints at supervisor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ehehehehehehehe. Muahahahahaha. AHhahahahaha cough cough... Ahem. I tell you ah, today... Today. Today. Today wad date ah? *pulls out cloth gagging mouth* "4th of July! Let me..." *gags mouth* Ah, today! On the fourth of July, we will! RUIN! YOUR! SUPERMARKET! Muahahaha! Eh you, switch of the lights and grab me a torch from aisle 20. Now *lights off* *shines torch on face* *evil laughter*. Eh what is this? I didn't ask you to play canon in D on the dvd player. Shut it down now! No no no what you doing? Do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;*grabs a sausage and stuffs it in the socket and causes a power surge*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now, peace and quiet. Eh you stop mumbling or I tie you next to the freezer compartment with nothing but your singlet and underpants. Oi stop fidgetting! *grabs frozen fish* *whacks and knocks him out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now where was I? Ah, employees. Today we shall celebrate the American Independence day by closing our supermarket now with the excuse of the power surge. Go grab drinks, and stools. The later hor, when the uncle in the dvd shop opposite come back from lunch, we give him a can of abalone and get him to screen Independence Day on the television outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;To be continued. If you all want it to lol.&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/3071776993404898663-6569766384845564759?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6569766384845564759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/07/tale-of-peanut-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6569766384845564759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6569766384845564759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/07/tale-of-peanut-sauce.html' title='A tale of peanut sauce...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1011235329924645709</id><published>2010-07-02T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T22:30:48.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double dee double di...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hiyas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Bored. Well not exactly bored. More of tired, with eyes hurting a bit. Ahh, but too bad I'm playing Sugar by Flo Rida. It's your fault Yaazhini (haha) XD Who ask you play that song when Benedix was scrambling for the cards on the table XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Kays so today... Nothing much happened. Ok fine it rained. But not in the morning, pity. There wasn't exactly much to do today anyway. English, math, malay and cca. Speaking of English, we have English on Tuesday and Ms Cheng (I'll be nice) wants us to doll up the class room by then?! We don't even have a freaking class fund. Seriously there should be one. Can we start one? At least for the last remaining semester we have together. I figure if each of us donates 10 cents a week at the end of the year we should have enough to buy a tub or two of ice cream XD (now yan tong don't start getting any ideas XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I figure I'm not getting anywhere in restaurant city. 24hr shifts are definitely not as good as they sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Now back to the class fund. Actually I have nothing to talk about but let's just let this cover those gloomy posts and cheer up the blog a bit (with more white, how boring).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Oh fine now I have something to talk about. Infocomm club, voting on service learning project. 5 presentations, some boring, some overly hilarious. For one: Teaching kids design as it is evident that their design skills are obviously not good. (And speaking of which they had a ridiculous slide design =.=) - This slide was intentionally left blank etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Another one, teaching kids moral values and self-worth. Watch movie for 2 hours, "The journey to happyness". I seriously forgot what the title was, something along that line. Note the spelling mistake, it was intentional cos that is the title. Any ironically the next group came with the spelling mistake of "activitys" =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Someone randomly lost the game halfway through, and now that I've lost too, you shall too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Tired. It ends here XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;-Jollyfrog (with wadever random adjectives jy can come up with if she remembers XD)&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/3071776993404898663-1011235329924645709?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1011235329924645709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-dee-double-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1011235329924645709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1011235329924645709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/07/double-dee-double-di.html' title='Double dee double di...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8072988907796620247</id><published>2010-06-17T18:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T18:48:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication breakdown</title><content type='html'>Dropping the formal, distant tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So someone's worried about you, and it isn't me. The only reason why i wrote that first post was cos "someone" seemed really agitated. Well, i don't find anything unusual about you, stupidity level normal, lameness level normal, niceness level lower than usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah it isn't intelligent, (ok, so i shouldn't use hell, but God is a Girl ok no later gideon come after me) but I wouldnt go as far as to call you a donkey. Basically, its fine. keep it to yourself, over-reactive as i think you are. ("Overcome this alone"? DUH you can) Anyway, it doesn't affect me Do as you please. But spare a thought for that special someone hey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-8072988907796620247?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8072988907796620247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication-breakdown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8072988907796620247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8072988907796620247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication-breakdown.html' title='Communication breakdown'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6602884901555133743</id><published>2010-06-16T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:02:10.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication?</title><content type='html'>Well it's been some time. I guess it might be time I said something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone's not willing to cheer up. I can see that. Well whatever the problem is, I'd say find someone you can confide in, even if you have to resort to a teddy bear. Well letting it out does make you feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course if that had been so easy I wouldn't be posting this. But well, if you really want to keep it to yourself, I guess that's ok. We'll be understanding. Hope you get over it soon I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There... well, isn't much I can do. I guess continuous "badgering" is not a good way to get you to open up. If you like it that way it's fine. I just want at the end of the day to see you return to your normal self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya know, you have a whole class of friends to count on. Don't take too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6602884901555133743?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6602884901555133743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6602884901555133743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6602884901555133743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication_16.html' title='Communication?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3119725259647267402</id><published>2010-06-13T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:41:55.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: Communication</title><content type='html'>Can't be bothered to actually think of a better title.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I just saw it. So. It isn't your fault. It isn't anyone's fault. I was just being too emotional over some stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a confidant? It depends on the situation at times. When you guys know what's happening and I express my feelings... Well, it doesn't seem... intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cos if I told anyone they will just think I am a retarded donkey who went crazy over some unimportant matters. Which will be extremely demoralising. Or people get sad with me? No, I do not wish to share this burden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, I want all of these kept to myself. And no one else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do believe that I can overcome this alone, therefore I did not seek any emotional help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, yeah, thanks for the concern. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-3119725259647267402?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3119725259647267402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3119725259647267402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3119725259647267402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-communication.html' title='RE: Communication'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5180939269611970173</id><published>2010-06-11T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T22:41:20.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication</title><content type='html'>You seem to be more closed off than ever recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has nothing to do with me--or does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We HAVE reached our happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still so troubled?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to tell a soul; that much i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. But. But.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it isn't me, you should have a confidant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably won't even see this, but if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-5180939269611970173?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5180939269611970173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5180939269611970173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5180939269611970173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/communication.html' title='Communication'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4215799945099462982</id><published>2010-06-03T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:36:46.502+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Erm... Hi?</title><content type='html'>Hiyas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time since I posted, so let's relieve some of the older posts of mine. (opens window) Ahh, good, fresh air. My lungs (ok fine my windpipe and nose) are clogged with styrofoam dust (thank you shi yi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the second last day of the YDSP camp (oh I typed game by accident. And you know what that means). And erm well, we (me manish and samuel) are last (ehehe). Lots of boat tilting, sinking, leaking, (styrofoaming), and er... bubble blowing? (revenge!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we started the morning eating. Yes, eating. Samuel was late (very very late) so he missed "tea break" (oh and to think jy ate a sundae in the morning). And guess who was first (hint hint nushs), and guess who was leading the queue (to be honest I can't remember but I won't be surprised if it was the cream puff monster). *take take take* Guess whose plate had 6 cream puffs? XD (not mine btw, I only took two). Fruit punch was nice. Oh yt was upset that manish got the chair with rollers so she went to steal one from some random person. Busted XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started work. &lt;br /&gt;"Gwah never mind let's build a new one"&lt;br /&gt;*build build build* *hassled by random (funny) trainer* *glue, poke and er... sink*&lt;br /&gt;"This looks better than the previous one"&lt;br /&gt;"Get rid of the other one then"  *rips* *transfers engine*&lt;br /&gt;*Done*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was only the first one =.= well at least the glue was free XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch, and my hands are full of styrofoam. The pool outside is stinking of foam and it's nauseating. Nice lunch, someone obviously annoyed that there weren't any cream puffs. Free tesla coil show (well we kinda watched dunno how many already). Played with the instructor's camera while his colleague snatched food from his plate. Sneaked off for 15 mins (it was still lunch time though XD) to the exhibits. Stumped at the hexagon ones =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch: more styrofoam dust (well at least it wasn't as bad as yesterday), and yt (and manish) stealing my phone trying to read my smses (HAHA, FAILED). Making a new boat - a super floatable one. Two random hulls from dunno where stuck together (more of glued together). That guy (trainer) said too small so I got manish to get more styrofoam (then again I get him to go get everything XD). And... barely fitted but fine. Got another engine, now it looks like a weird hovercraft that tilts backwards. Well at least it can hold the whole bag of medals and still move as fast. Followed by sandpapering the styrofoam again =.= Seamine (balloons) destroying competition which was so horribly unfair to us =.= ok fine the angle was a bit wrong, but not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and can you believe it another tea break. (manish MY JACKET!) More stuff to eat (well it was kinda cold inside anyway). Were there cream puffs? XD Trainer piling food on plate (small mountain) only to be stolen by colleague again. Nice place to eat though (floor XD carpeted though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tea. Oh back to my holed styrofoam (half glued =.=). And it doesn't fit! ok fine it's a bit longer that's all. Patched up with more styrofoam. (Imagine the nice room filled with bits and pieces everywhere). Those miserly people refused to give us more duct tape even though we only wanted barely 10cm. Foam glue was useless - takes ages to dry. Oh and we finished early! And of course the never satisfied one was going to improve it. Made the "net" structure. Manish aim properly next time, I dunno what's going to be butchered next. Then lay half dead on the sofa. (manish MY JACKET!) Shi yi's was a tank + cargo container + sea cleaner. Yt's was a... (I din actually see the final product). The other trainer was exclaiming about how our (nushs) boats (floating vessels) are so big and scary XD fine we could just pin the whole thing and turn it into an armoured porcupine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to leave. Hah, we cleaned up the place. Well it was cleaner than others at least. And we then sat at the back row of sofas waiting for jy to finish looking at some random stuff. Made a lot of noise at the second floor exhibits (the science centre was closed =.=) Went Mac, bought a packet of salt-less fries. (I found salt!!!). Some people stole (ahem), some people asked nicely =D Got squished in the mrt. Jy went home with her parents or something I guess XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a horrible day. Formal?! =.= Dr.Hang is going to be there too, supposedly (to taste cream puffs?). Hope not gonna be a long day like today =D and there ends today *achoo* *sniffs* STYROFOAM! Oh me and Manish split the blue foam block between ourselves XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-4215799945099462982?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4215799945099462982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/erm-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4215799945099462982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4215799945099462982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/06/erm-hi.html' title='Erm... Hi?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5969625277528667165</id><published>2010-05-30T15:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:19:55.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbours are neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coolholidaygraphics.com/christmas/funnypictures/funny5.jpg" width="320" height="331" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never got the chance to do that - they should be rejoicing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POKEMON PICK-UP LINES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pickuplinesgalore.com/pokemon.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;http://www.pickuplinesgalore.com/pokemon.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=10285933798"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=10285933798&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're kind of sick, so watch it.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-5969625277528667165?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5969625277528667165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/neighbours-are-neighbours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5969625277528667165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5969625277528667165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/neighbours-are-neighbours.html' title='Neighbours are neighbours'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6496729607037949436</id><published>2010-05-21T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:42:17.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S_abtURWk1I/AAAAAAAAAIM/NGp73zEVOIA/s1600/lolm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 1px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473719781116050610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S_aPI9FzfLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5KEgvmT75Xw/s400/smile.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heyy ppl (: long time since i posted on this blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well...nothing much actually.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was randomly google-ing stuff when i found this website xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypage.com/high-level.html"&gt;http://www.personalitypage.com/high-level.html&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its kinda cool la though idk where anyone is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjnrMDw0byM/SvoysOebJPI/AAAAAAAABd0/SBvrMEntWQ4/s400/smile-famous-quotes-sayings.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gtg now.. bb (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6093142588760350880?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6093142588760350880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/heyy-ppl-long-time-since-i-posted-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6093142588760350880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6093142588760350880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/heyy-ppl-long-time-since-i-posted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S_aPI9FzfLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5KEgvmT75Xw/s72-c/smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1812065148584677309</id><published>2010-05-19T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T16:43:31.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiative</title><content type='html'>For the last time, I do not dislike you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just having fun with "ppl I'm not so close to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to know them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? YOU come closer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, you just have to force me to look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like you did yesterday; I... was touched, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the initiative. It works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1812065148584677309?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1812065148584677309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/initiative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1812065148584677309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1812065148584677309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/initiative.html' title='Initiative'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5383084887369104138</id><published>2010-05-18T20:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T20:31:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE:</title><content type='html'>Hmm. If you can't understand the metaphors then never mind. You get the gist.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how am I supposed to go closer when you seemingly give me the cold shoulder? Somehow you have to do your part too. (my opinion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, you don't seem as concerned as I am, which is too making me confused. Also, I told you I have split personality disorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying. I really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-5383084887369104138?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5383084887369104138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5383084887369104138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5383084887369104138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/hmm.html' title='RE:'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5433176945882733430</id><published>2010-05-18T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:25:08.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot respond directly because i have no idea what you are talking about. really. leave the cheem words to me; i can't understand the metaphors you use, nor the "they". I seriously have no idea what you are talking about. be more direct, pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously? i just find that your conversation with me is strained, and you just confirmed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess trying to avoid "you-know-who" would prove a problem considering that person is practically the centre of your universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but guess what? i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other topics and as long as you dun sound strained when talking to me, i dun mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do agree that you have been seeming rather hypocritical of late. you and Someone Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey. I didnt want to say anything for fear  of losing you, for fear of instigating another heated arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im for peace, alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; been distancing myself from you, I'vc noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its all because i can't bring myself to get closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i watch from afar, i ache for you. yes, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, when I'm right beside you, i have nothing to do, nothing to say. Just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a mental barrier I've set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what constitutes this barrier, just that it does weaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It weakens whenever I have long, comfortable conversations with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I... have physical contact with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because when  you touch me, its a reassurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a signal of closeness; or maybe i just need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to take the initiative; because you make me feel like a molester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably sound like some pervert now, so I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that the distance-- its not your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are important, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I Cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't bring myself to go back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't seem to find a way around the "mental barrier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? YOU come closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-5433176945882733430?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5433176945882733430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5433176945882733430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5433176945882733430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-cant.html' title='I can&apos;t.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-537524190967016969</id><published>2010-05-17T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T23:19:44.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To... you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From... Someone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This reply isn't too late, is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Firstly, as much as you apologize to me, I have to apologize to you even more for causing all these turmoil. After all, I was the root cause to this strained relationship. You are not the only one with split personality. I believe my condition is worse than yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one realizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am going berserk, with thoughts constantly surfacing and colliding against my skull; pressure seemingly building up; my head on the verge of bursting. This mixture of feelings, as though all kinds of ammunition fired from guns hidden in my brain, seek an escape route, but I suppress them, lest they succeed and swarm aimlessly towards their target - you. My personal, concealed, unknown emotional pain to the outside world will hurt me less as compared to the fatal wounds you may sustain. Definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To me, this is more than confusion. This is an utter terror, which I never wish, hope, or want, to befall on me - again. As I mentioned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;are so similar, I had to say that I got a rather rude shock. The little, ticking bomb that determines the fate of an alter ego and me, can explode at the slightest agitation, and shatter the brittle trust, along with the relationship, into smithereens. You get what I mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have to clarify some mistakes though. Your deduction of your appearance and my unhappiness is totally wrong. I am more than willing to have you around, but recently you seem to be more attached to the ones you never really could communicate well with, instead of me, the only one you claimed you could blabber freely to. Is it your avoidance, or my subconscious that is pulling us apart? The further away you get, the more anguished I feel, and the more emotional I become. Also, the topics that I used to go on endlessly about for hours suddenly seems restrained, as I try with all my might (sorry for the following) not to mention you-know-who. I can understand you, being the 'victim' of this whole episode of horror drama. I can also understand how others feel about this. I ought to feel sorry. Don't manipulate me to think otherwise. However, no one till now has analysed the situation with more depth, which I doubt anyone other than me can. You need the personal exposure(?), I guess. Perhaps, one day, you will be able to comprehend what the above means. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess my EQ isn't high too. I never understood your feelings when I shooed you away with annoyance. I admit I had did that all in the name of fun, just like you did to me. I really want you to rant on how I should not chide you over things which I find fault in you, when they are exactly the same things I have done to you. That should provide me with some comfort. The feeling which I have lost into space, when I set off the bomb with my very own hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I fit to proclaim that I miss all the times we had alone, like best buddies? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I fit to rebut that you once claimed I was important, and now I don't seem to be near that position anymore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I fit to be joyous, for I regret making certain decisions, which are the pinnacle of this intangible relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I fit to be afraid of losing an irreplaceable confidant like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Should we allow time to resolve the issue, and let nature take its course, or should we settle this once and for all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will time be an antidote for this slow-killing poison, or will it aggravate the injuries, buried beneath our exterior?&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/3071776993404898663-537524190967016969?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/537524190967016969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/dedication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/537524190967016969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/537524190967016969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-793994852587506202</id><published>2010-05-13T16:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:42:52.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 226px; display: block; height: 207px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470667168564585602" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S-u2zhKvJII/AAAAAAAAAH0/E-HKjU2eR-k/s400/25099_427102493134_826238134_5386939_131593_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has been saved in My Pictures for god-knows-how-long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today I lost the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know why?&lt;br /&gt;Things-we-forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3071776993404898663-793994852587506202?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/793994852587506202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/dots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/793994852587506202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/793994852587506202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/dots.html' title='Dots'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S-u2zhKvJII/AAAAAAAAAH0/E-HKjU2eR-k/s72-c/25099_427102493134_826238134_5386939_131593_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-9223103739809843529</id><published>2010-05-11T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:10:31.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson on oxymorons</title><content type='html'>One fine day in the middle of the night, &lt;br /&gt;Two dead boys got up to fight, &lt;br /&gt;Back to back they faced each other, &lt;br /&gt;Drew their swords and shot each other, &lt;br /&gt;One was blind and the other couldn't see, &lt;br /&gt;So they chose a dummy for a referee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blind man went to see fair play, &lt;br /&gt;A dumb man went to shout "hooray!" &lt;br /&gt;A paralysed donkey passing by, &lt;br /&gt;Kicked the blind man in the eye, &lt;br /&gt;Knocked him through a nine inch wall, &lt;br /&gt;Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A deaf policeman heard the noise, &lt;br /&gt;And came to arrest the two dead boys, &lt;br /&gt;If you don't believe this story’s true, &lt;br /&gt;Ask the blind man; he saw it too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-9223103739809843529?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/9223103739809843529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/lesson-on-oxymorons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9223103739809843529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9223103739809843529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/lesson-on-oxymorons.html' title='A lesson on oxymorons'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4025462500026628810</id><published>2010-05-05T16:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:47:34.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, so i have split personality disorder.</title><content type='html'>Right. Clarifications to be made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous post... was true for a period of time, and well, I've realised something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain... circumstances tend to make me... unusually weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I know what the circumstances are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't expect you to change or avoid the circumstances; it's a rather tall order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I won't always be silent and weird and arguementive(sp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... hate isn't involved in the equation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last 2 angry posts... might offer insight, I guess, but they say nothing about my overall feelings. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-4025462500026628810?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4025462500026628810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-so-i-have-split-personality-disorder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4025462500026628810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4025462500026628810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/ok-so-i-have-split-personality-disorder.html' title='Ok, so i have split personality disorder.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4988895290323516053</id><published>2010-05-04T13:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T16:47:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons.</title><content type='html'>The third post in the thrilling saga of raving madman going on and on about random unknown stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have reasons, you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lack of communication, because I always feel unwelcome. You tell me to move away, and i refuse. you question my refusal; sometimes, you can be as ignorant as i am relating to what others feel. would you have known that your asking made me feel as if you really wanted to get rid of me and i was being an annoyance? Who can blame me for staying away then? and I always feel as if I'm bursting a happy bubble when i butt into your conversation with Someone Else. Intentionally or not, i feel unwelcome, and unlike with Someone Else, when your conversation flows freely, I find myself struggling to keep up a stream of questions just to maintain a "conversation" with you. I'm tired of the conscious effort required to think and find more things to continue the conversation with. It wasn't always like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be your fixed mindset that in a conversation with me, you're just the listener, and i will provide all the chatter. Can i change that? Can i say that i would rather you talked and i listened? Because the only times you talk and i listen are when you're lecturing me on how to behave better. That HAS to be abnormal. What is it that makes me the attention seeker who just needs attention, and Someone Else the confidant? (someone to confide in, unsure of the exact word to be used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it is the "mental barrier" I set up. I myself have no idea what constitutes this barrier, but it is what's preventing me from being happy with you. So i apologise. Once again, based on Someone Else's mindset, Its My Fault. Because I'm the bad guy, you're the good guy; and it will never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-4988895290323516053?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4988895290323516053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4988895290323516053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4988895290323516053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/reasons.html' title='Reasons.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3314033228248082918</id><published>2010-05-03T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:46:23.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a continuation: or perhaps, the beginning?</title><content type='html'>I knew i had it coming. I had been pushing the limits, relentless, as if caught in an enchantment. But when my fragile reality shattered into a million pieces; my carefully constructed buildings and structures collapsed into shambles, I wasn't prepared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trapped, lost in a pile of rubble; sifting through the rocks and chunks of concrete; searching endlessly for the one key piece that would unlock the answers and perhaps pave my path to recovery. But in my frenzied search I upset precarious heaps of rubble, and the moving gravel morphed into a landslide, a mad tumble downhill in which i lost myself. Alice had Wonderland waiting at the end of her fall, but i? I didn't know. Still dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were pieces all around me, but not a single one fitted the gaping hole I'd been trying to cover up, not a single one could patch up or aid in the reconstruction of my seamless buildings of the past. Of the past. Of a reality that no longer belonged to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would manage to grab a handhold, an anchor that seemed to be the foundation of my recovery, but the treacherous rocks always came away at my grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hold on; my collapsed buildings were being reduced to fine dust that scattered to the four winds. And I was falling, falling into the uncertain future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my apologies, my open confessions, I know I will not be any less harsh on you, nor will I argue less. It could be out of habit, perhaps I'm subconsiously defending the honour I never had. You just have to know--deep down, I know you're right. Perhaps the above metaphorical depiction of the goings-on in my head can give you a clearer picture of me, perhaps they just serve to distract you, they might even seem as if I'm defecnding myself, yet again, despite my admission of guilt. Nevertheless, I felt it was necessary, and thus hope you might glean some insight from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-3314033228248082918?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3314033228248082918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/continuation-or-perhaps-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3314033228248082918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3314033228248082918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/05/continuation-or-perhaps-beginning.html' title='a continuation: or perhaps, the beginning?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5791455542615536227</id><published>2010-04-30T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:53:50.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its probably me.</title><content type='html'>to... someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its usually my fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm much too harsh with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when i see the hurt you probably feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seriously, i have no right to argue with you, no right to complain about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because... I'm wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your advice... is usually true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should heed it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant seem to accept you or your comments, not after the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find problems with everything you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and unless you're the one who thinks you've changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its probably me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-5791455542615536227?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5791455542615536227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-probably-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5791455542615536227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5791455542615536227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-probably-me.html' title='its probably me.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-443001346114616413</id><published>2010-04-11T22:02:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:31:31.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>HelloGoodBye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 140%;font-family:dotum;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have no mood to talk. so i shall write. write about s*it? Of course. Anything else? Nah. It's not my fault you guys don't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i visited my uncle at the hospital where he just went for an operation to remove a possible tumour in his spine. They flipped over his intestines and bowels and tried to "clean out" (cut-out) the mango-sized tumour. (ouch).then they stapled the wound together. Now i wish i could say that i managed to get an interesting picture of the tumour but i did not so stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the slice in his belly is about fifteen centimetres long, and it hurts everytime he tries to sit up. he needs a catheter (did I spell that right?) and he's still peeing blood so i don't know when he's gonna be okay. The doctor (old, fat, potbelly doctor) says he can be discharged by the end of this week so he's very very eager to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's really nothing much to do in hospital. Mostly he just watches television (that's what he says) but now it seems like he just can't be bothered to do anything anymore. He justs lies and worries and frets and is nervous about his income. medisave didn't cover much.What a stereotype im writing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly, i wrote this to say that that's who i'm NOT going to me if i ever decide to grow up. And p.s. just in case you didn't know, eating one kilo of chocolate a day prolongs your lifespan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other "recent news", today was my cousin's and grandfather's birthday (interesting coincidence) and I am very proud to say that I ate three big plates of chocolate fondue, cakes, desserts et cetera. Plus three scoops of ice-cream. We celebrated it at a buffet and let me just say the 2 free cakes thay gave us were frigging small. But we still couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to IWannaGoHome and started looking at all the pretty vases and plates that cost $3999 (I am not joking) as well as a roulette board. that cost only a peasely thirty-something (it was a set with a card(playing)board). But I only brought thirty dollars out. Demn it. I want to play wheel of fortune in my own private space instead of guessing it on television (I managed to guess "recreational boating" when there were only "r", "e", "b", and "ing" on the screen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s Have a happy eastertide (i just went to church)&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/3071776993404898663-443001346114616413?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/443001346114616413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/04/hellogoodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/443001346114616413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/443001346114616413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/04/hellogoodbye.html' title='HelloGoodBye'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2068855456034988280</id><published>2010-03-23T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:51:06.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://chris2113.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/evolution1.jpg" width="340" height="196" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2068855456034988280?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2068855456034988280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2068855456034988280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2068855456034988280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_23.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1674489970776515158</id><published>2010-03-09T18:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:26:02.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Almost Alice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="235"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzgdrVinpAI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzgdrVinpAI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="235"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Pinch of Worm Fat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urine of a horse fly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buttered Fingers (mmm)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That should do it"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Slurp*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just in case you didn't get the dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;(In fact, the video is missing some of it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1674489970776515158?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1674489970776515158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1674489970776515158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1674489970776515158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Almost Alice.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4009777135472326</id><published>2010-02-22T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:09:51.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another shot of whiskey, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cant stop looking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you'd come sweeping in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way you did before.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For me it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture perfect memories&lt;br /&gt;scattered on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the phone&lt;br /&gt;cuz' I can't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.&lt;br /&gt;For me, it happens all the time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a quarter after one,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm all alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a little drunk.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Said I wouldn't call&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I lost all control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know how I can do without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[you]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-4009777135472326?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4009777135472326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4009777135472326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4009777135472326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady.html' title='Lady A.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3732404527555743549</id><published>2010-02-16T17:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:42:50.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>situations that cause me... discomfort.... for lack of a better word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;firstly, thx to manish&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(ur welcome XD)&lt;/span&gt; and yaazn for hmm telling me im not evil on the tag board... even though i stil think i am &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;live is evil spelled backwards :)&lt;/span&gt;... thx cos its always the 2 of you who make me feel better XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to what i wanted to post, which is actually things that piss me off but i thought that would sound self-centred and narcisistic ( need to ask gideon how its spelt cos i cant be bothered checking the dictionary) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(narcissistic i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so i changed the title to sound better. but my post will make me sound like a self-centred brat (anymore synonyms for self-centred? i sound repetitive&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;err i think egocentric and egoistic&lt;/span&gt;) anyway, so i wonder why i bothered. i realised that i particularly dislike it when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people team up to annoy me, as in not the daisy calling though i might seem pissed when ppl do that since i suddenly stop talking and just do my stuff in this "ok im so pissed im not even gonna bother anymore" kind of attitude, well actually im just trying to prove that when you call me daisy i wont respond. which kind of sucks cos it doesnt seem to work.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(lol @ daisy)&lt;/span&gt; ok back to my point, ppl teaming up to annoy me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. not telling me we were gonna get off soon when they knew i obviously wouldn't know, given my sense of direction. this caused me to almost not be able to get off the bus since my evil friend just bothered about herself getting off and made me hold her phone so i had no hand to tap my card and had to adopt an odd posture, with my bag slipping from my grasp before i finally managed to get off the bus. all in the name of "fun" for other ppl, who, by the way, were laughing away at my difficulty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that should make it obvious who i was pissed at. but since im not jy and dont harbour evil feelings for that long, no hard feelings. just rmbred myself being super pissed at that period in time. ( do i sound forgiving?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(now yeah kinda lol) &lt;/span&gt;no i dun think so. well im not built to im supposed to be evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the title is "situations" and not "situation", another thing that gets on my nerves is ppl lying to me ( non-obviously) just to see if i believe it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;( err does that include me)&lt;/span&gt;. and i believe most everything ppl say cos im trusting (to put it positively, or you could say gullible for negative connotations) will not state any situation here cos it was a while ago... but hey dun go thinking im a hypocrite cos i lie obviously when i try to trick ppl. ( i think) ( tell me if i dun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. ive realised. the ultimate, underlying thing that ticks me off is being tricked. as in, being kept in the dark and disturbed incurs my wrath. ( ok that was even more confusing than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my first statement) so, i guess that finishes it off. i basically hate being tricked. which is why i may seem odd and more irritable sometimes-- when im annoyed at getting scammed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to show i haven't become a complaining jerk and whiny idiot, i shall go on to post smth else:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;THIS EMAIL HAS BEEN CURSED ONCE OPENED YOU MUST SEND IT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(this font is me being a sceptic&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;and this is me XD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;You are now cursed. You must&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;send this on or you will be killed&lt;br /&gt;tonight at 12:00pm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i had no idea that 12:00 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pm &lt;/span&gt;existed in the night&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(just goes to show that your not going to be killed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff00ff;"&gt; by Bloody Mary. This is no joke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#4f6128;"&gt;So don't think you can quickly get out of it and delete it now because you can't.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(*delete*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody Mary will come to you if you do not send this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f6128;"&gt;She will slit your throat and your wrists and pull your eyeballs out with fork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not actually possible cos your eyeball is made of strong stuff-- scapels are often broken dissecting cows eyeballs so whats telling you she can even pierce it with a fork?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;really? cause we were told in primary school that the japanese would gouge the eye balls out of some random general as torture to force them to reveal secrets &lt;/span&gt;anyway, the correct term to use is "gouge" not "pull"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#4f6128;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then hang your dead corpse in your bedroom cupboard or put&lt;br /&gt;you under your bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cant fit into my bedroom cupboard unless in a cramped sitting position and that can hardly be considered hanging can it ?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;possible if she chops you into pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt; and the space under my bed is filled with random junk and toys, doubt i can fit in there at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#4f6128;"&gt;What's your parents going to do when they find you dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; correction of grammar, its supposed to be what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; your parents going to do etc.etc. but this sentence is slightly ambiguous and couldbe phrased better e.g. what do you think will happen when your parents find you dead? or something like that since the sentence obviously is trying to make you feel guilty, ask you not to risk your life for your parents' sake. and its phrased in such a way that makes me want to answer "plan my funeral" instead of "they will be ruined" since the question is what will they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;insurance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;Won't be funny then, will it? Don't think this is a fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;should not be "is a fake" but rather "is fake" &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;you can la if ur referring to it as an object&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;and it's all put on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wrong phrasal verb used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;to scare you because your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt; wrong, so very wrong.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(i am o.o?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to hear of some of the sad, sad people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;) not necessarily wht&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;lost their lives or have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;had&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;) not necessarily wht&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt; been seriously hurt by this email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASE ONE &lt;/u&gt;- Annalise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; what kind of name is analyse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Richmond She got this emial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Spelling fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not as convincing when elementary words are spelt wrong in a "threatening" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rubbish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; she thought.&lt;br /&gt;She deleted it. And now, Annalise is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;how is deleting the emial related to death?? o.o i forgot XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you forgot to mention her slit throat and wrists and eyeballs which were pulled out with a fork. i wonder how bloody mary got a fork. and you forgot to mention what her parents did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#00ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#7030a0;"&gt;CASE TWO- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;LouiseWhitefield She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;sent this to only 4 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(maybe she sent 1 to herself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;and when she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought louise was a guys name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;woke&lt;br /&gt;up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt; her wrists had deep lacerations on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;them, not each &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;each. Luckily&lt;br /&gt;there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;no pain felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not possible&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; its possible your brain naturally blocks out the pain if its severe enuf &lt;/span&gt;. anyway wads so threatening about being scarred if the initial pain felt wasnt there? the significance of the scar is gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;, though she is scarred for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;big deal&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; It would be cool its gonna look like a battle scar&lt;/span&gt;. tattoos are for life and ppl do them. ok yes i know about laser surgery and removing tattoos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#7030a0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;color:#e36c09;"&gt;CASE THREE - Thomas Crowley &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;descendant of aleister crowley &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;color:#e36c09;"&gt;He sent this to 5 people. Big mistake,The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;color:#e36c09;"&gt; night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c09;"&gt;Thomas was lying in his bed watching T.V not watching the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why is not watching the clock important &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;good point&lt;/span&gt;? doesn't make sense for it to be here in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; '12:01pm'&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at night? in addition to her superhuman strength that she used to pierce eyeballs with forks, bloody mary can now warp time &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV misteriously flickered off and Thomas's bedroom lamp flashed on&lt;br /&gt;and off several times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is so random &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;kinda scary having a power failure like that in singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went pitch black, Thomas looked to the left of&lt;br /&gt;him and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she was, Bloody Mary standing in white rags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how did he even see her if it was pitch black? unless bloody mary can glow too.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;cool she must have one of those glow-in-the-dark rags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blood everywhere with a knife in her&lt;br /&gt;hand then dissapeared,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;err her hand disappeared o.0?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that was grammatically unsound. "she had blood all over her white rags as well as a knife in her hand. after standing there for the longest time, not saying a word, she suddenly disappeared." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That night Thomas will always remember as it was the biggest fright of&lt;br /&gt;his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thomas will always remeber that night as "the night he had the shock of his life"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;why nt just say he had the fright of his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:24pt;color:#e36c09;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Warning... NEVER look in a mirror and repeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Bloody Mary.Bloody&lt;br /&gt;Mary Bloody Mary... I KILLED YOUR SON' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is unrelated &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;*looks into the mirror and says Bloody Mary.Bloody Mary Bloody Mary... I KILLED OUR SON XD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it the end for you tonight!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is this a question or a statement?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i think its a statement cause he was expecting everyone to try lookin into the mirror and say the bloody mary thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOW CURSED We strongly advise you to send this email on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is&lt;br /&gt;seriously NO JOKE. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We don't want to see another life wasted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;then stop sending these dumb emails! if they are cursed, why are you sending them to everyone??its called selfish behavior, thats what.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;XD evil in the making.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS YOUR CHOICE... WANNA DIE TONIGHT? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i totally feel like im in a game show&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;.agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you send this email to...NO PEOPLE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you mean no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Your going to die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everyone dies eventually...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;*Argh!! i Cnt breathe !! Nah im just kiddin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-5 PEOPLE - Your going to either get hurt or get the biggest fright of your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ppl get hurt all the time, its inevitable. and yeah, its inevitable to get frightened too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-15 PEOPLE - You will bring your family bad luck and someone close  to you will die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ditto. everyone will die eventually. and bad luck all depends on your mentality. you can call it bad luck and whine about it, or you can get up and move on to success. "luck" is based on ability and mentality &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;u sound like my personal advisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Lucida Handwriting, Cursive;font-size:100%;color:#00ff00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 - 25 OR MORE PEOPLE - You are safe from Bloody Mary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; this is such a huge change from the previous threats.heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;martian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;nameless; if u cnt beat them join them XD&lt;/span&gt;&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/3071776993404898663-3732404527555743549?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3732404527555743549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/situations-that-cause-me-discomfort-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3732404527555743549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3732404527555743549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/situations-that-cause-me-discomfort-for.html' title='situations that cause me... discomfort.... for lack of a better word'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3639031627093675140</id><published>2010-02-16T14:19:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T15:20:13.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPost</title><content type='html'>Hii all long time no see,&lt;div&gt;Never take life seriously.Nobody gets out alive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S3pCptrP2uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zG3TY7EYPfo/s1600-h/tumblr_kwhu7uuXJN1qa6yd9o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S3pCptrP2uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zG3TY7EYPfo/s400/tumblr_kwhu7uuXJN1qa6yd9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438732784406354658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Mr Bean on Avatar XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I present to you....THE iPost"&lt;br /&gt;*Claps*&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you.Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the product ,as you can see, is about a new class of ....guess wht its time for a quick word from our sponsors."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I'm not &lt;a href="http://09107.blogspot.com/"&gt;insane&lt;/a&gt;!!! ...My reality is just a little different from yours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~Shi yi(Dave Lewis)&lt;div&gt;"I reject your reality, and substitute my own"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~&lt;strikeout&gt;&lt;strikeout&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Daisy the Martian-ish Urang-utanish strawberry milk cow&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;Yt(Adam Savage)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We prefer the term "mentally hilarious""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~Sam(Doctor on insanity)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"BA BA BA BIRD BIRD BIRD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BIRD IS THE WORLD BA BA BA BIRD BIRD BIRD!!!! BIRD IS THE WORLD BA BA Bl-oops, dropped mah pen. How embarassing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~Meh XD(An insane guy in the world)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;""I'm not &lt;a href="http://09107.blogspot.com/"&gt;insane&lt;/a&gt;! I'm not &lt;a href="http://09107.blogspot.com/"&gt;insane&lt;/a&gt;!(Not &lt;a href="http://09107.blogspot.com/"&gt;insane&lt;/a&gt;!!)""&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;~Joel(M.Shadows on his mental state)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Congratz to all of the people who have fallen sick on CNY(yeah thats definitely auspicious) for having made such constructive err..constructive..thingys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are our new guidelines for doing our assignments:&lt;br /&gt;Since its a &lt;strikeout&gt;&lt;strikeout&gt;&lt;strike&gt;american &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;international school policy that students should not spend more than 90mins of their night on homework, it should be divided in the following order.&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;15mins looking for assignments&lt;br /&gt;~&gt;11mins calling a friend for assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&gt;23mins explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like teens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&gt;8mins in the bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&gt;10mins getting a snack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&gt;7mins checking TV guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&gt;6mins telling parents that teacher did not explain the assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&gt;10mins sitting at kitchen table waiting for either parent to finish the assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lol realised that it adds up to more than 90mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;u know i can read minds, for example,just now u were calculating the total time taken to see if my previous statement was actually correct.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;You know the last thing i want to do is insult you,but it IS on the list XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Nameless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).P(ost) if i insulted anyone im sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).P(ost).P(ost) donate to Haiti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost) no seriously&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost).&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;P(ost) bye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-3639031627093675140?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3639031627093675140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/ipost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3639031627093675140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3639031627093675140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/ipost.html' title='iPost'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S3pCptrP2uI/AAAAAAAAAHc/zG3TY7EYPfo/s72-c/tumblr_kwhu7uuXJN1qa6yd9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1604483997449489571</id><published>2010-02-15T14:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T14:40:49.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sysysy'/><title type='text'>We</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi Shi Yi here for the first ever time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna make it short and sweet so enjoy the pictures below (p.s. ignore the oriental thing)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S3jrokPSttI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cuFgzYnFuug/s1600-h/CCF02152010_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S3jrokPSttI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cuFgzYnFuug/s400/CCF02152010_00000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438355632204986066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well pls gather more ideas on masaki and jaewoong, and choose between the cute and ugly penguin for benedix. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1604483997449489571?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1604483997449489571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1604483997449489571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1604483997449489571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/we.html' title='We'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/S3jrokPSttI/AAAAAAAAAHU/cuFgzYnFuug/s72-c/CCF02152010_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1564712304661724670</id><published>2010-02-08T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T21:52:40.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Pants On The Ground!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SY8uzqNi4sA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SY8uzqNi4sA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="330" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, he's 62 years old :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1564712304661724670?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1564712304661724670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/pants-on-ground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1564712304661724670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1564712304661724670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/02/pants-on-ground.html' title='Pants On The Ground!'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6910068768145028587</id><published>2010-01-03T13:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:22:03.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>Today I shall copy the newspaper article.&lt;br /&gt;10 things I won't do in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not sneer at the next Twilight Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(There's only so many times I can see a shirtless Edward, you know?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be nagged at by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(That went up in flames) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not buy anything online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not watch the television for more than 2 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not touch the computer and/or electroic devices for more than 2 hours a day. Exludes Handphone and homework done on the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not abuse my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not buy a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not criticise movies and/or stuff on television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Triceratops is not a carnivore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not break my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not use public toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will not be incontinent in public places (joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6910068768145028587?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6910068768145028587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-shall-copy-newspaper-article.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6910068768145028587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6910068768145028587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-shall-copy-newspaper-article.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2107024736782569857</id><published>2009-12-22T09:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T10:20:45.433+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Medical Experts Take Aim at Obese Santa</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I know, some people won't find this story funny, maybe because they've read it or have a different sense of humour than mine (who found it funny) but I'm going to put it here anyway. (Please Note I did not copy/paste from the website. I wrote it out from the article sitting next to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Boy, does Santa have problems. Early this year, the American Medical Association released a study showing Santa's body mass index to be "dangerously high" at 30 percent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(how the hell did they do this study?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, which makes him obese. That puts him at high risk for a heart attack (which means that, really, he shoud not be flying at high altitudes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(never start a sentence with "and") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;British experts claim that Santa is a public health-hazard, promoting obesity and drink-driving. Images of a fat, jolly, and somewhat-tipsy father Christmas send out the wrong message and could damage millions of lives, they say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Instead of sitting back in his sleigh and breakign the speed limit, Santa should get off and walk or jog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(across 72 million miles to deliver all his presents), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Britain's The Press Association has reported, [...][as he] depicts a generally unhealthy lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In Washington, Mr. Ernest Berger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Burger :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;president of the volunteer group Santa America, wants his fellow members of the Claus family to give themselves the "Gift of Less Girth", calling it a matter of self-preservation that will also help children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to whom Santa Claus is a roly-poly role model, said The Washington Post. [...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are those who protest against tinkering with Santa, a cherished cultural icon. But at least in Los Angeles, noted the post, one Hunky Santa - a chiselled, shirtless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(in the middle of winter? Doesn't make a lot of sense, even when indoors) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Claus alternative "reflecting LA's healthy lifestyle" - has managed to book a small gig this season&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(great, now you have a shirtless pedophile touching your children)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2107024736782569857?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2107024736782569857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/medical-experts-take-aim-at-obese-santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2107024736782569857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2107024736782569857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/medical-experts-take-aim-at-obese-santa.html' title='Medical Experts Take Aim at Obese Santa'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-9030720355675785935</id><published>2009-12-16T13:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:32:50.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>I am so going to get sued for this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713595176005138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh60jW4LhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KrxdCMS26Tg/s400/ASD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713532468149298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh6w5wKPDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/5Gcb809WyvQ/s400/ASD+II.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713285291405730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh6ig8ocaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/cAA8Ar32Ezg/s400/ASD+III.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713209356926162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh6eGEcPNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/076XBHWgWOY/s400/ASD+IV.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415713071726675874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh6WFW1R6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/Bsu4rDIglW0/s400/ASD+V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415712985747972402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh6RFD6YTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/VTcwN8Vdl3c/s400/ASD+VI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Copyright Scott Ramsoomair; VgCats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=71"&gt;Click Here for original comic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vgcats.com/"&gt;Click Here for website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-9030720355675785935?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/9030720355675785935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9030720355675785935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/9030720355675785935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_16.html' title='I am so going to get sued for this...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Syh60jW4LhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/KrxdCMS26Tg/s72-c/ASD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2951975427404468247</id><published>2009-12-13T12:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T12:43:28.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>That is one freaky long arm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/SyRrPf3Ll1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ueq9R_sw690/s1600-h/asd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414570566001334098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/SyRrPf3Ll1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ueq9R_sw690/s400/asd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished playing ***** on Facebook; while listening to I Gotta Feeling :) (helps me make the most amount of combos) Just being kind of bored so made a list of movies we can watch (will be all out by this year):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planet 51&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2012 (note: still screening? I've watched this already)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shorts (still screening?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An Education (Love story; porobably not)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avatar (its supposed to be awesome)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avatar: The Last Airbender (no idea when, hopefully this year)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Case 39 (I think its rated)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princess and the frog (note: fangyi's already watched this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Moon (note: yt's already watched this)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fantastic Mr. Fox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strikeout&gt;&lt;strikeout&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Ninja Assasin (rated M18) &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Astro Boy (still screening? most ppl have seen it too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sherlock Holmes (out 24th Dec.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alvin and The Chimpunks 2 (out 24th Dec.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post was oh-so-obviously-edited on Dec 16.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2951975427404468247?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2951975427404468247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-is-one-freaky-long-arm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2951975427404468247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2951975427404468247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/that-is-one-freaky-long-arm.html' title='That is one freaky long arm!'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/SyRrPf3Ll1I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ueq9R_sw690/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4718429089100690411</id><published>2009-12-10T18:23:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:08:30.990+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Holidays by the seaside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Firstly, "Hi all" is stupid. Secondly, my right index finger is ruined so pardon any spelling mistakes you may find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Hi, this other font / &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;this other font&lt;/span&gt; is wx, so I can edit zx's post instead of writing my own :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;and this is yantong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and this is zx again&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; and again (stupid blogger, this is my second time writing this cos it din save and couldn't publish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, so went East Coast Park today with Wei Xuan, Shi Yi and Yan Tong (Jia Ying couldn't tag along).&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;obviously.&lt;/span&gt; Woke at 6.45 &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;owned i woke up one hour later &lt;/span&gt;so that I can lug my 16 pokemon comics to Shi Yi's house T.T So I was waiting at the bus stop, and along came a 963, wow, interesting. Quite packed for the like third stop??? So anyway, to cut a long journey short, I got to her house, sort of. There were four doors, each which could cause my demise by simply knocking on the door. Looking left, right, left, right again, left, so on and so forth, and still don't see anything yellow. Aha! An open door, so I knocked, and this auntie came to the door and I asked if Shi Yi was inside and she said no, and then you know what happens next. Block? Correct. Floor? Correct. Door? Wrong. Fine, the door wasn't yellow, it was some random colour that I can't remember... And to cut a longer telephone conversation short, I went up 2 floors and went down 2 floors and found a yellow door... with a lift next to it -.- So went in, put down my books, hugged Jackpot and left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So went down to Pending bus-stop, waiting waiting waiting for Yan Tong (who was late (as usual)). &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;no no im usually punctual &lt;/span&gt;And our bus was here, oh no... Shall we dump Yan Tong and get on the 966 ourselves? Not like we could squeeze on anyway. Then at this very moment, Yan Tong appeared out of nowhere with a big soccer ball in a small bag =.= &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;it wasn't small at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;ok fine...&lt;/span&gt;The bus was still there, waiting for people to "...move to the rear Singapore, the rear is worth waiting for..." And amazingly everyone got on, but may have been easier if we just tossed the ball out. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;no it wouldn't i pu tmy bag on the floor&lt;/span&gt;So we stood for 40 mins, sat for 2o mins and stood for another half a minute before we got off the bus (well you have to walk there right?). Met with after crossing the road, only to cross back to get to ECP, and decided that the other way was faster so walked back across. (Wei Xuan brought a really weird map) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(its just seriously unmagnified [it has altogether 28 maps displaying the whole of Singapore)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So we walked, and walked, and there came a "are we there yet?" and a "do you know how to get there?&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;I'm going to kill you if you say no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33cc00;"&gt;then why didn't you like read the map and figure your way here instead of relying on me?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(because you said you memorized routes and we all know you have the best sense of direction)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#cc66cc;"&gt;what if I was sick (like today) and left you all stranded at parkway parade? &lt;/span&gt;and after another few minutes: "That taxi uncle cheated me!" Ok, so we were in ECP (No, not in the middle of the highway, East Coast Park), and firstly we had to find a bike kiosk and there wasn't one in the horizon. So we strolled left under the baking sun (and the shady trees =D) and (obviously) found a bike kiosk, bigger than I expected. Rent an hour and have another hour free, which I believe is for resting your butt, toilet breaks, water breaks (and mobile library visiting).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lots of people, cycling, jogging, skating, pram-pushing, grass-cutting, mosquito-killing, whining, limping, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;crying after &lt;/span&gt;falling, dog walking (with the dog on the bike). After maneuvering numerous twists and turns and uphill slopes (and countless overtaking between me and Shi Yi)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(and no overtaking between me and yt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and lot of yells from me since im paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;) (where zx and yt were being "hao lian" by using his phone while cycling on the former&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; ermmm what? "on" is the wrong preposition it shld be "for" or smth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33cc00;"&gt;hey, it's not that difficult, and since I din want u all to wait for me so I might as well use the phone on the bike right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;, and my standing up and cycling on the latter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; no shiyi started it then my butt quite painful so i tried too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;I did too, but it wasn't obvious cos I only lifted my butt by 1 cm for 3 secs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (and Yan Tong constantly asking "where's Wei Xuan?" since she claims that she cannot turn backward else she would crash), we came to a straight (and slightly narrow) path that resembled the Hundred Trees near our school &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(what the hell is the Hundred Trees?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Oh no, we forgot to take a pic). And then this guy with a dog &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(it was a woman) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Can't tell, it was so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (on his bike) zipped past saying "keep to the right side" (I bet he copied that from the numerous signposts) while we were supposed to be on the left (think he means right as in correct and not the direction). Then passed Outward Bound Singapore, National Sailing Club, Road Safety Park and gave our bottoms a break. Wanted to continue going but "No entry except authorised vehicles" &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(it went towards Changi Airport [where I just went yesterday and shivered for 4 hours])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , surely we could walk in? Had another hour to go, so turned back, and Shi Yi crashed (ok, sideswiped the fence and fell off&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; swearing vehemently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;she did not, did she? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[she said sh*t]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That wasn't swearing vehemently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;she fell off again later while getting off her bike]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;). Then we came to the mobile library &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(and found some racism book that Matthew should borrow)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and zx and shiyi were reading it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(retarded, what's it doing in ECP?)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;who can refuse air-con? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;You call that air-con??? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(there was air-con?? Didn't really notice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(for ppl like zx to read and cycle at the same time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So we stayed there for dunno how long and realised that we were wasting time, so we left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then went to Bedok jetty, with lots of people fishing (obviously)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(half the fish were still flopping on the jetty and they just stuffed the fish into some jar filled with yellow liquid [disgusting {its been a long time since I found anything disgusting}])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i never knew one fishing line could catch three fish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;when u have 3 hooks on the line of course... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;That would be unlikely because all the hooks would be reasonably close to one another; which would lead to the same fish biting down on the same hook)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You mean you all haven't seen multiple hooks on the same line? It's quite common wad. The line is so long anw &lt;/span&gt;Wei Xuan's bike toppled on Yan Tong's bike, and Yan Tong moved her bike away, like "your bike can topple, but not on mine&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; more like better lean my bike on the chair since its so unstable&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;where got chair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(that stone bench; and I was saying, "What if ppl want to sit?" Then she said, "So? I'll sit on it lah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) Then this group of cyclists (like us) wanted us to take a photo of them (and Shi Yi enthusiastically agreed so she took the photos). Then Yan Tong was playing around with their camera, taking photos of random stuff. Then continued, past the "Hundred Trees", back where we started, and decided to visit the other end since it we had another half an hour. Then there was this random uncle roller-blading &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(He was a caucasian and he was kind of young actually [you don't call people under 30 uncle])(There was also this ridiculous woman with ridiculous dressing [polka dotted bikini] and these ridiculously huge headphones who screamed at me in this ridiculous voice to stay on the ridiculous track which is ridiculously narrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in front, and since we were faster we had to overtake right? Then he caught up and said something about going faster which I couldn't hear in the wind, and he sped ahead (summons please), and so we followed suit (not sure about Yan Tong and Wei Xuan behind though&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; was cycling hard trying to catch up you dim-wit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;how hard was it to catch up? The road was empty except the for the four of us and that uncle and we weren't going at full speed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(air resistance; bumps in the road...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and of course we were ahead (two (x 2) big wheels are better than eight small wheels). Dead end, so had to turn back. Before that, butt-rest, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(with me arguing with yantong about your butt-muscle, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;that was way later after we returned the bikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;which is only used when you go to the toilet [so constipated ppl have to strain more, therefore their butts are bigger [if you keep on using a certain muscle, it will become really strong and increase in size:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;water break (and that roller-blading uncle u-turning)(and Shi Yi crashed again (ok toppled) dunno why&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; because she cant u-turn&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(its not that hard...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You have to use the brakes though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Returned the bikes 10 mins early and went for a break at McDonalds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh no, no ice cream. No ice cream = no McFlurry = Shi Yi being happy since she can't eat oreo. Coke would do fine. "Coke rots your brain", and Yan Tong got sprite instead. Wei Xuan didn't know: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cashier wa waiting for me for ages trying to dig out the exact amount, then I looked up and told her "ermm i already said ok" because she didnt seem to be processing the order nor pouring the drink. giving me a somewhat embarrassed smile, she replied "im waiting for the $2.35" embarrassment on my side follows and i go off as quickly as possible XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"That has got to be the most disgusting colour of coke I ever seen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It's sprite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Oh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then came a platter of 2 large sprites, sorry I mean fries (seaweed shaker fries, 紫菜遥遥署条, lol). Weird thing is, me and Shi Yi like it, Wei Xuan and Yan Tong don't. Why? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(It has this weird texture, a weird taste, and it caused my sore throat this morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It's so nice... And thereafter came the disgusting sauce by ingenious witch Yan Tong brewed from curry sauce, all the other sauces, seaweed powder and got this viscous &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(slightly reddish, curryish, tomatish, chillyish, and seaweedish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mixture (...)&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(and I said something like: "that looks like the colour of my sh*t")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And then as usual, a few drops of the acidic sprite was dripped into it, and as usual, "Wow the sprite makes a hole in the mixture!" (The west coast park mixture) And Yan Tong actually tasted it&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; yeah it sucked but mixing was fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(though she said it was awful)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ... and then sucking it through the straw, and blowing a bubble back. "Blob!" and then it spilled a bit on the table. Cleaning up - we dumped everything on the tray (at least we dumped it into the bin &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i dumped it into the bin!&lt;/span&gt;afterwards). Then we headed for the beach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fine weather, not to&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;o&lt;/span&gt; hot, shady (cos of the clouds). Then started digging something to keep my feet dry (I was the only one wearing shoes =.=)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and the seawater was disgusting - looks blue/green but when you scoop it, its actually yellow [diluted urine])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yan Tong was desecrating some drawing a couple left in the sand &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(turning it into the physics alien, I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;no i was just converting some heart shape with writing in it to a picture of a boy's face since i dunno how to draw girl's hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt; She then started making a sandcastle like the one I showed her in my iPod [A castle with a giant hole in the middle])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;= a pile of sand which i stuck a mini wooden plank through&lt;/span&gt;Shi Yi and Wei Xuan were building sandcastles from the leftover drink containers &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(it was useless because Shi Yi kept pressing down to see if they were firm, which would inavaraiably start crumbling them - we ended up sprinkling dry sand on them [to make them more sturdy] like chocolate sprinkles on ice cream :) We only ended up making three wonderful sandcastles [out of the 7 times we tried], and Shi Yi kicked them and ended up injuring her leg)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O.o The beach was unusually clean, far cry from Sembawang beach. Gave up building &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(his toilet bowl)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and moved upward. Still didn't succeed, didn't have a shovel, the sand was rocky and the tide was coming in (my shoes never got wet =D). &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(Yantong's "fort" was looking better because the tide kept going to zx's fort and destroying it [The sea is biased] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;count it stupidity on zx's part for picking the wwrong part of the beach XD &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;Not like I can ask "Mr(s) Tide are you washing up on this portion of shore?" right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After that me and Yan Tong decided to build a tunnel through the sand which worked, after which Shi Yi and Wei Xuan built one next to ours, and in the end linked up all four (though the wideness and depth were entirely different). Then started flooding it for fun, but never managed to turn it into a underground swamp. Walked across the top a few times, oops. Then decided to tear it down since I read or watched somewhere that people would fall into holes in the beach if not covered up. Then we started jumping on the top to collapse the tunnel beneath, which worked out quite well. Yan Tong got her soccer ball out and we started kicking it around, and into the sea (haha, then it became a sandball)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and I had to collect it nearly everytime it went into the water, which was very often [luckily I brought a towel {which I didn't use in the end though}] Yantong also wanted to aim the ball at zx's butt, but because she didn't wear her specs, she hit "somewhere between his shoulder and his butt" [mainly because he was bending down like some {retarded} ostrich {no offence} but if the ball really hit him, he would fall forward and end up with his face in that urine-like water])&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Then once it went to far out.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; thankfully his revenge failed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;what revenge? and I wash getting rid of the sand on my arm in the water hello?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Who's picking it? Someone whose pants are shorter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Wei Xuan goes in and picks up the ball, his pants were soaked*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;(the water level was over my waist, and I knew that East Coast Sea had this sudden drop and I was scared I would suddenly drop down or something)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the sudden drop couldn't have been so near to shore i think, anw weren't you the one who kicked it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Why him? His pants are as long as mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"He's the guy with the change of clothes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(but I didn't change in the end; I just left it to try {so I probably smelt of salt and urine all the way to Shi Yo's house})&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok, fine, that was stupid (I wonder who was it on the bus that kept complaining that her bag was heavy)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i didnt complain on the bus i complained on the bike... and wanted to make use of the ball anw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh I think it was Shi Yi who complained on the bus&lt;/span&gt;. Left at two plus. Headed towards McDonalds to wash my feet in the feet-washing area (and my red and raw fingers (figured that it's only my fingertips but it's the part I type with))&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(while me and Shi Yi were washing our feet and shoes in the sea. which was kind of useless anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;zx is too sensitive... didnt everyone else dig as well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;True, maybe my fingers are too sensitive, but me and yt dug more wad. &lt;/span&gt;and figured that since my soles were sand-less from half a kilometre of barefoot walking, I might as well brush off the remaining sand and wear my shoes. Then we walked to parkway parade for lunch.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; in which we discussed jy and going somewhere with her next year and shiyi commented zx started talking a lot once we mentioned jy which wasn't true actually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;-.- since when did I talk a lot about jy? I only mentioned her once.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(denial, denial, denial...[he reacted instantly when Shi Yi said "Jia Ying")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey, what instantly??? She was referring to our sms conversation where we sidetracked (as always) to why shi yi's fingers were short and stubby (cos she exercises it often =.= &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[if you exercise it often it should be longer, shouldn't it?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) then I was trying to get her to explain why ppl's fingers are long so I thought of jy since her fingers are longer wad. (If it's so difficult to understand, then I might as well have said wx)&lt;/span&gt;Shi Yi took out her 250 (think so) SJAB stickers and then started pasting it around. Around = us &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(and all the walls and the railings in the underground pass)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then she conspired with Wei Xuan to stick stickers on us &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(conspiring = me handing her stickers and letting her decide what she wants to do with them [besides, they were being so paranoid: even when I accidentally brushed against yantong's bag, she turned around and said, "You touched my bag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; nope. i said "i felt you touch my bag"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;" It's not like I planted a bomb on it, you know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , and that was canvassing for Yan Tong to join her camp (sticking on me). Yan Tong is evil (universal fact) but not lame (fact just for that moment, haha, jk) and obviously did not join her (wow, haha).&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; only way to not get tricked is to team up right? since ppl stick stuff on you then lie and say there's nothing? so you team and be honest then you dun get tricked right? unfortunately zx teamed with them and kept laughing cos i had a sticker on my hat which i somehow managed not to spot even though i took off my hat to look at it. which defeated the purpose of everything. at this point, i managed to stop saying stuff because 1) behold the power of awkward silences 2) was annoyed and decided that the only way to stop getting sjab stickers was to not care 3) started thinking about stuff instead of caring and thus stopped talking but to give zx credit he removed it for me later (i think)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;I wasn't teaming with them I was laughing at the two of them pathetically &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(ok, that is offensive) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trying to stick sth on you but didn't manage to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(sure? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Really? You stuck lots of stuff? Then maybe I didn't notice, which means that your next statement makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I noticed the sticker on your hat afterwards. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(you saw us stick lots of stuff on her and didn't make a sound)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ok we got there. Then went up, and down, through a maze of shops, and found the food court (finally).Yan Tong was saying my hair resembled Gideon's =.= Me and Shi Yi get the food, Wei Xuan gets the drinks and Yan Tong chops the table by lying on it (no lah, haha)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(while I was getting the drinks and got root beer because I didn't know what else to get and when I went back, started talking to yantong about how mean and evil zx used to be [which is rich, coming from me, but nvr mind])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;and i commented on how evilness can be not fun sometimes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;now then you know &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(please lah, for god's sake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;when ppl actually get annoyed hinthintsjabstickers=managedtomakeitnotfunhahahinthint &lt;/span&gt;Couldn't find a "cheap and good" store. Decided to stick to porridge (haha)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ew)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and realised Wei Xuan bought root beer when I said I dun like root beer&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Yantong originally wanted the root beer but I told her coke would give her more energy so she took the coke)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (ok lah it was for Shi Yi who coincidentally didn't fancy root beer too (I hate root beer &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Why? it's so nice...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as of now it's a universal fact, but when you are dying with nothing to drink, root beer is better than no beer (lol))).&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt; i couldn't finish root beer cos i already drank half the coke before shiyi exchanged with me&lt;/span&gt; Then Yan Tong was talking about Narnia and went on and on and then complained that she was doing all the talking and wasn't eating while we had almost finished (haha)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I did some talking too and ended up being the 2nd last to finish my century egg porridge [which zx doesn't like{he only had plain, old boring porridge}])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; but shiyi seemed interested so i continued. wx helped to tell story too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Headed for the bus stop. Apparently the 966 on our side of the road comes directly from the other side of the road. The bus just u-turns &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(5 metres down the road)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =.= Got on the bus, sat all the way at the back and went on about Narnia while Shi Yi was blowing bubble gum Yan Tong got from Thailand (whoops, Malaysia, sorry... =D=D=D)&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;i can blow much bigger bubbles XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can't T.T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Then zx was looking at my unmagnified and complaining about how useless and confusing it was while Shi Yi slept on Yantong's shoulder [or collarbone, which yantong said was the most sensitive part of the body])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;nope i said was the most painful to get tattooed. and hee head kept moving forward after i managed to get it on my shoudler and off my collar bone resulting in me not sleeping but spending half my time pushing her head up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;0.o I tot it was supposed to be nice when someone leans on your shoulder? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Yeah. But I thought you hate ppl leaning on you?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I said I hate ppl &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;re&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;lying on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Got to Shi Yi's house &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(where Shi Yi attacked me with Jackpot while I was figuring out how to close the gate [which was impossible])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wanted to get my comics (which I previously lent) back. Then she forced us to drink soya milk and vitagen (ok lah, I was thirsty, so ty), and refused to let me out of her house &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;refused to give me soya milk!!! but i got the vitagen out of my fridge myself and (one packet was expired) drank the unexpired one. but yakult's much better vitagen isnt sweet enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;It has a weird texture and taste &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;( :] ) (it has a weird texture?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sorta, and anw it's quite diff to suck it through the straw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(because she said her house was so boring and there was nothing to do)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So anyways, her mum came back and I had the chance to slip out (haha) &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(after hugging Jackpot, of course)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. The was crossing the road when I saw... 963!!! Argh, Shi Yi! You caused me to miss my bus! So I waited and waited until the rest of them actually left (and after Yan Tong crossed the road (never wear specs, din see me, lol)) &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;oh wow i didn't know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;yeah I wanted to call you but my mouth opened and nothing came out, haha &lt;/span&gt;and finally a 966 &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(which I took in the opp. direction to Eunos MRT [after collecting/buying yt's guitar])&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;came (with 963 behind). Was quite upset when the 963 overtook my bus, but at least mine is way emptier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(So after I took 966 [thanks to Shi Yi's direction], I got stuck next to the fat lady [not the statue of liberty] [who should be in the Biggest Loser {whose title isn extremely self-confident, isn't it?} {and I don't know why I always get stuck next to the fatties {not being fattist or anything}}] and ended up missing my stop because I closed my eyes just for a minute to rest and desperately pressed the button 10 times in a row {which ended up pissing everybody in the bus off because most of them were sleeping} but he kept driving till (S)till road and I had to walk all the way to Eunos MRT lugging the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;On the MRT, I stood next to this couple and let them complain about how b*tchy somebody was, and I didn't stick all 250 stickers on my arms because: 1. its like a cast and you can't lift your arms properly 2. My 4th aunt would kill me and [she's kind of strict] 3. There are 43 stickers stuck randomly in East Coast and on {some ppl} so I'll stick it on at home, where my cousin was watching Naruto Shippuden on the laptop and I kept on spoiling the mood of the by playing "Love Story" on the guitar, while he was watching [with his mouth slightly open] about the climatic killing of a giant white snake mde up of smaller snakes by some sort of demonic pedophile) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no the demonic pedophile (white faced, captures little children and has a seriously long tongue) was the summoner of the snake and two ppl were trying to kill it one of which is a pervert and has a huge frog, another which is a healer( punches very hard) and has a gigantic slug but the healer was stoning cos she was emo so only the frog pervert fought at first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(wrong episode; in that episode Orochimaru is absorbed by Sasuke, aged 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yeah, that was probably all. My hands DO NOT feel smother Wei Xuan, they are way rougher &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(and colder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; even after a bath and are full of cuts at the fingertips (oh no...) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;(mine are actually bleeding beneath the nail) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;im fine :)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;not fair, my fingertips are still a bit red. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(its called sunburn)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;!!! It's so not sunburn you nut &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(it so is, you pineapple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Ok, this is so priceless [but entirely unrelated on East Coast Park] I had to put it here [it was on Sesame Street this morning {they were talking about changing the lyrics to Mary Had A Little Lamb}] :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Big Bird: "The letter of the day today is J!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pink Woman: "Jenny had a little lamb... that sounds wrong..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Big Bird: "Jenny should be carrying smth that starts with J too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So, what do you think, girls [two adorable little cupcakes (...) at his feet], what should Jenny have?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Little Girl: "A Jackhammer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sesame Street is screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewed [In the end they had "Jenny had a lump of jam, lump of jam, lump of jam, wherever Jenny went, the jam was sure to jiggle" {...}])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt; i like:" Jenny had a jackhammer, jackhammer, jackhammer. Jenny had a jackhammer, it's handle two feet long. and everywhere that jenny went, jenny went, jenny went. everywhere that jenny went, the hammer smashed someone.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt; I tot a jackhammer was some form of hammering drill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1929 &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(3160)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;no idea how many now but i didnt write much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33ff33;"&gt;haha &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(4307) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#cc66cc;"&gt;0.o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;words as of here, is it longer than Wei Xuan's and Yan Tong's? Wanted to extend, but nvm...&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/3071776993404898663-4718429089100690411?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4718429089100690411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-by-seaside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4718429089100690411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4718429089100690411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays-by-seaside.html' title='Holidays by the seaside'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5343540307531365689</id><published>2009-12-09T13:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:54:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ravings of a (current) lunatic</title><content type='html'>Dunno why, but I'm kind of in a "sick of everyhting and dun want to do anything mood" which you sometimes get during holidays? like you're bored of old stuff, but dun want to do new stuff either. a bit like too lazy to make yourself happy. which is seriously screwed. all i want to do is watch TV or anime since they're pretty much thte same thing, just sit there and let com/TV do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it started after i watched new moon with pri sch frens ( i know, usually i wouldnt have anything to do wiht th etwilight saga but they wanted to watch and it was an excuse for going out) then i had quite a lot of fun, and I started remembering all the fun times in pri sch ( not to say sec shc isn't fun) and then the friends i made in pri sch, and basically well mentally distracting myslef from sec sch since i wasn't thinking about it. i mean, how do i say this? not like i dun like sec sch or anything, just wasn't thinking about it, and it kind of became well furthur away from reality than it should be to me? ok nevermind hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might not be myself for a while, currently feeling aimless and bored, and kicking around the soccer ball woyuld help, except my mom doesnt allow it since she's afraid I'll break stuff. truth be told i nearly broke some lamp yesterday, luckily the glass panel only fell out instead of breaking. aww man but i dun want to go practise in the lift landing if i do my neighbours will come out to play with me and i just want to play alone... and i might kick the ball downstairs. maybe i can disobey higher authority... or try to put smth to protect the lamp? suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, weird mood was how i pissed zx off via sms. but then again, zx gets pissed so easily... or maybe it was me being pessimistic. I think because i was in the weird mood of "pri sch was so fun" so was easily influenced and then jy was being pessimistic on the phone ( can't blame her, with a life &lt;coughmomcough&gt; like that) and then i got pessimistic too. quite surprised shiyi didn't get pissed too since i was being all pessimistic on her too. I can't help it when im feeling down... anw, about Santa Claus and magic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets ignore science and proceed with the theory of Santa Claus has magic.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;1. Santa poaches some reindeer ( humans can, so why can't he) and bewitches them to fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. super-effecient elves sort out letters from children, and gaze into their crystal balls to decide if they've been good, and compile the list of presents and children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Santa's sack of presents is not, in fact, filled with presents, but its instead a portal through which presents can teleport. ( something like a wormhole made to work for him, except that's impossible so meanwhile lets stick to magic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On Christmas Eve, on the stroke of midnight ( this is relative to each country, so by this i mean for each respective country) he sets up a time stop over the country, and proceeds to deliver his presents leisurely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. he keeps in contact with his elves through telepathy (incredibly long-ranged phone if you want) and they teleport him his presents at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's end off with some chinese joke i found pretty funny, and my amateur translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neighbour (dunno why they didn't just give a name) went to a photo booth near the market to take a half-body picture of herself. after she had taken the photo, she waited for the photo to automtically develop.&lt;br /&gt;she picked up the photo and glanced at it, before screeching in horror and shock, "Oh my God! i look like a monkey in this photo!"&lt;br /&gt;Just then, a middle aged woman behind her coolly responded, " i'm sorry miss, that's mine. You still have to wait 5 minutes for yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you want to rate my translation, or just want the chinese version, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;邻居去市场附近拍快照的亭子拍半身照。她拍了照，便等着照片自动冲洗出来。&lt;br /&gt;他拿起照片一看，惊叫道：“我的天，我照得像只猴子！”&lt;br /&gt;这时，后面有个妇人冷冷地说：“小姐，对不起，那是我的，你的还要等五分钟。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;physics alien&lt;/coughmomcough&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-5343540307531365689?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5343540307531365689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/ravings-of-current-lunatic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5343540307531365689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5343540307531365689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/ravings-of-current-lunatic.html' title='ravings of a (current) lunatic'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1149430140652783473</id><published>2009-12-07T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:13:59.457+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Santa Claus</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So, who doesn't believe in Santa Claus? Sorry to quash your christmas spirit, ppl, but as you all know, it should be a tad difficult to travel around the world during Christmas, which is kind of sad. But lots of ppl dont believe (I dunno if I should believe or not believe i.e. bea cynic or be a(n) idiot). Of course, all(most of) the ppl who dont believe still get their presents (instead of a lump of coal)but do they (and you) have the Christmas Spirit? Does No santa claus = no christmas? I mean, Jesus rising from the dead makes little scientific sense either, and Christmas is (supposedly) supposed to celebrate the birth of Jesus. But let's see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to: James for this info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer which only Santa has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good child in each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This works out to 822.6 visits per second. This is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles per household, a total trip of 75-1/2 million miles, not counting stops to do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours, plus feeding and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that Santa's sleigh is moving at 650 miles per second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man- made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles per second - a conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized lego set (2 pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting that 'flying reindeer' (see point #1) could pull TEN TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with eight, or even nine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload - not even counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. Again, for comparison - this is four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth &lt;em&gt;(not the actual queen)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles per second creates enormous air resistance - this will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as spacecraft re-entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them, and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250-pound Santa (which seems ludicrously slim) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.&gt; In conclusion - If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sorry (yet again). Yet many ppl will be cheering because it is (unlikely) that there is a Santa Claus ): (My first "sad face in 5 months. Wow) Of course, all of this is negligible if you think Santa is a God :) (I don't think I believe that)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1149430140652783473?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1149430140652783473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1149430140652783473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1149430140652783473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/santa-claus.html' title='Santa Claus'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2560903776875349459</id><published>2009-12-05T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T23:06:52.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinders</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like posting but since i have nothing else to do while waiting for my aunt to come home (and since its 11pm and I feel kind of randomless.), here's a random picture of me taken with my aunt's webcam -.- (I don't wanna post on my own blog because *someone* plans to hack it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411767143376698434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Sxp1i0wZPEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ynlptAnQmE/s400/Snapshot_20091205_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so that was entirely lame, weird and um..***. Goodnight, people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2560903776875349459?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2560903776875349459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-feel-like-posting-but-since-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2560903776875349459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2560903776875349459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-feel-like-posting-but-since-i.html' title='Cinders'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Sxp1i0wZPEI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9ynlptAnQmE/s72-c/Snapshot_20091205_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2476042330470441826</id><published>2009-12-03T21:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:26:08.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>The most used button on the register</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy holidays, to whoever you are! Remember, that Santa Claus you see in the mall? He's a DUMMY. Go steal his 10-cent birthday presents. He won't find. And when your parents take you to see him, say he's a big, fat ugly guy and pull his beard. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy Holidays, to whoever you are! Remember, Santa Claus knows you've been good people, and he'll reward you with blessings. So next time you see a Santa at the mall, wave at him. Spread the spirit of Christmas people. Presents aren't that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yuletide greetings to one and all! Come drop by Elm's store for some of the best pre-christmas deals in the summer(-.-)! Enjoy our fake, styrofoam snow and the wonderful christmas lighting (this is when the place blacks-out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always hated those commercials. What about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2476042330470441826?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2476042330470441826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2476042330470441826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2476042330470441826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='The most used button on the register'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-736687693569383100</id><published>2009-11-28T17:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:31:13.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>I Know You Won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/lE-uW6HrK3k&amp;amp;hl=" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;rel=" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so freaking bored. I have no idea why though. Anyway, this is some random nonsense that I did and uploaded on Youtube (ignore the title). In case you're wondering, all the music is the chorus and comes from the same album (and took me freaking long to do, especially w/ the editing) (which just goes to show how freaking bored I am - at least Ive found something better to do than watch television and eat chocolate and run around naked on Orchard Road).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just went to Popular to get birthday presents for my cousins. And its so freaking hard to find a present for somebody, getting something they actually want. Got some murder mystery book for him, a Chicken Soup for Him, and a soundtrack of New Moon (seriously????) for her, and nothing for myself (I was supposed to buy my christmas present - which turned out to be stationery). I also saw the perfect book for Shi Yi and Ze Xuan. haha. But that depends whether Im happy enough to actually buy the presents because I feel kind of lazy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah well. This song I wrote entirely here. As in, I didn't write it on Notepad and paste it here. I wrote inside that "posting box" thing, or whatever. And it's ah...True. Won't say who it belongs to, of course (that would be kind of stupid). I would...suddenly feel like, "No, this isn't going to work out". I sound so TaylorSwiftish (Rips a little bit from Untouchable - SO sorry) Never Mind. No idea what to name it, though. Help me think of a good title :) (Preferably a phrase or a clause in the song)(wanted it to be Next To Me. Whaddya all think?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be the way you smile that makes me feel like flying.&lt;br /&gt;Must be the way you laugh that makes me start unravelling.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head the other way,&lt;br /&gt;So you cant read my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;staring at shadows on the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you're by my side, softly breathing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I keep on dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;'bout you standing by my side,&lt;br /&gt;standing next to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;I keep chasing the sun,&lt;br /&gt;across the diamond sky,&lt;br /&gt;I keep wishing (u)pon your star,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't reach your light.&lt;br /&gt;You're like the dust that dances in my room,&lt;br /&gt;under the golden afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a child, trying to catch it in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;but it keeps slipping out,&lt;br /&gt;like the smallest grains of sand.&lt;br /&gt;So I face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I face reality,&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish you could be here;&lt;br /&gt;Standing to Next to Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I keep a pocketful of memories&lt;br /&gt;to keep me spinning stories&lt;br /&gt;Thread by thread I hang 'em above my bed&lt;br /&gt;to keep me smiling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not just you and me in this big, wide world.&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll just speed, crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;This story does'nt have a perfect ending,&lt;br /&gt;And I close this book before I have a chance to read it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but when I walk along the street,&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel so empty,&lt;br /&gt;like when you're next to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Chrous) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;When you're Next to me&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing Next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus II)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sitting outside your door,&lt;br /&gt;Here on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what do do,&lt;br /&gt;No idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel every heartbeat, compounding every worry,&lt;br /&gt;And colours twisting 'round in front of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;What I want to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;Just flies out the room,&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;When you're next to me.&lt;br /&gt;So I face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I face reality,&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish you could be here;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Next to Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-736687693569383100?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/736687693569383100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-you-wont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/736687693569383100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/736687693569383100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-know-you-wont.html' title='I Know You Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2387358152409910077</id><published>2009-11-24T16:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:15:07.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>The Achilles Heel</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I can beat yantong in world length (1670 words is a lot and a lot and a lot) so I dont think thi spost will be longer thanhers. And is it typed without checkingthe spelling, so pardon me for any mistakes I might have maid. (There's soemhting weird about me: I can only type fast when 'm actually looking at the keyboard) I've been feeling kinda emo too because sometimes, I hate the hols, sometimes I like it. My mother is still watching her Cruel Temptation (She saw the ad on TV, and rushed to HK to buy it b4 it even started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just did a very stupid thing that has something to do with my new house. After I finished going over to my grandmother's house for lunch, I went back to my house, and I couldn open the door. I ended up twisting and turning and convulsing wit the effort to try and turn it, but then...No, my whole key didn't snap off (if that's what you're thinking, but it did happen to me b4). I turned aroud and was exhausted and saw this creepy old lady looking at me. Feeling very aware that I had just muttered some vulgarity that she couldn't possibly have heard, I ended up walking down 12 flights of stairs and exploring the "park" nearby, which is a slab of concrete with two trees in the middle and pigeons come to poop on people. Incidentally, it is pigeon mating season; that double pigeon roast dasted DELICIOUS. Ok, I don't eat pigeons. I eat chickens. Oh yeah, next to my new house, will be some place where there are 9 CHICKEN RICE COFFESHOPS. Oh, yeah, baby, welcome to paradise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so after that, I walked all the way back up (stalling for time) and I tried inserting again, but it couldn turn (again [surprise,surprise]). Then afterwasrds I realized that I had been using the wrong key the entire time...God, I want that half-hour of my life back. So, holdiays are boring. True, not true, whatver way you want to put it; because I have absolutely nothing to do here except watch TV...and TV....and TV...and television and the tube. One day my eyeballs are going to melf out of their sockets and splat on the floor. Squish. Like squirdward's nose in that Spongebob Squarepants episode. Hi, squishward. How's spongesob squashpants? Or something weird like that. I missed the Spongebob Squarepants you know, the finale of finales. The ending of endings. And the marriage of marriages because Spongebob gets MARRIED to sandy cheeks. Ew. That's like me (the sea cucumber [havent used THAT in a long time]) marrying Yantong (for classified reasons). Anyway, I dont think Matthew is here so I gues its ok to say that :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Yantong, I wonde rif she likes my Disc? Hm...apparently its fantastic. So who likes maggie mee too? (Sry if you think its random, just read Shi Yi's sms) Poeple always say "Stop eating that, its so disgusting, it's gonna make all your hair and your teeth and your lips and your nose fall off! Its full of MSG and XYZs and PEEs!" "Are you done dribbling mother? Your noodles are getting cold." oh please. I'm sure all the cancer patients of the world would rather eat this painless alternative than go and get chemotherapy. Speaking of radiation, i just watched this "Seconds from Disaster" thing (I think zx has watched it b4...nt sure...) abt the nuclear plat which exploded, which "sent a cloud of radioactive nothings into the air". Radioactive molecules give out radiation in order to return to a neutral state, and all these radiation is floating around in the air trying to molest us by sticking to our skin cells. So before you breathe in, remember, radiation is everywhere; and you just inhaled a wasp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what else can I talk about to compete with Yantong for longest post (hahar)(and now my post is in front of hers pffttt) So anyway, I still haven't unpacked fully for camp. I still haven't unpacked my toiletries and stuff because I have no idea what to do with them. I think I should reuse the toilet paper (obviously) and something else I should really do is clear out all my mail from this year. I've a;ready received that annoying, "slightly sexy" (not my words) message that "Your inbox is full. Please clear out your trash or else it will explode and destroy the internet. REMEMBER, its YOUR facebook account that's getting DESTROYED. Yours (un)sincerely, the board of terrorists. Wow, that would be a scary message to receive. And good/bad news ,my violin teacher is only coming on Thurs! Whoohoo! Wonder when he's getting married. He should retire after teaching for 14 years. After all, he's only 34. SO OLD, isn't it :) Retire and laze around on a lawn chair, sipping margaritas (cocktails); and best of all, no more violin! MUAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;LAst time, whenver in primary school, whenever said something completely random ("I like hugs" in the middle of chinese lesson) the girls would go, "Ni jin tian wang ji chi yao a?" ie "You today forgot eat medicine a?" that sounds like PCK. (Should be PCKUN. pck ur nose). Anyway, that mole looks genetically attached (it dosen't have lots of ahirs sticking out of it). Anyway, I've always found people with hairs sticking out giant moles a bit..well...uncomfortable. Not that I'm judgemental or anything, it's just so. I mean, sure it can be fun to play with, and its bouncy, and it provides something to scratch when you're bored, but if I had it, I'd run to the nearest plastic surgery and cut it off with a blowtorch (which is what people do to their tongues (and during vasectomies [nah, jus joking.])) Its a bit...visually unappealing. At this point of time, many people are going to say "You cant judge a book by its cover". Well, you can with this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/SwunSuPMA5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/rPhzNO2oXos/s1600/untitled+III.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407599717679629202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/SwunSuPMA5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/rPhzNO2oXos/s400/untitled+III.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now THAT is disturbing. No offence but I dont wanna have 300 children, thank you very much. It cramps mah style, yeah. ANd the cover only shows one baby. Oh, and Im sure there will be a book II. My Second 600 Children. Wow, my grandmother would love to have 600X600 = 360 000 children. She'd have at least one guy to carry on the family line (not that she's ever mentioned it, but you know how crazy they are abt these kind of things)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's just my computer, but blogger is acting up again. What the *** is wrong with these line breaks? Today when I when to my grandmother's house for lunch (I just realized that this should have been at the front of this post but nvr mind) I was eating porridge and I was measuring the plate to see how big it was (seems to be a ahbit of mine, now) and she was saying, "Is there something wrong?" in this I'm-so-offended-that-you-think-my-coooking-isn't-good-voice and I was: "erm...no." And my cousin was yelling around the house, screaming some poem about her eyes hurting (yan jing tong) and digging her nose (wa bi kong) so I have a pretty weird and very-dramatic family, as far as family trees go. And I'm proud of that (mainly because I'ma bit scre*ed too :) Anyway, about her cooking, I realize that I'm liking vegetables more (I finished half the plate of brocolli last time). Good. Its a preparation for when I grow older and turn into a vegetarian/vegan (which is probably never gonna happen since I like satay, curry and fishball/egg soup)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm talking about my family, do you know my cousin wants to be a model and a doctor? She wants to be a doctor so "she can poke people" (*ahem*yantong*ahem*) and "extract their blood". Luckily she dosen't know what Twilight is (if you don't know either, say so (and get insulted by thousands of fans across the globe (and the vampire hell) (so dont)) She also called our(ok this is another thing, since they're my stepmother's family, I dont know whether to call them "our grandfather", "her grandfather" or just "grandfather") grandfather a pig because he justs "eat, sleep, go toilet everyday". Well, I'm sure its a very intereting life because you can eat diff. stuff everyday (and pass out different kinds of &lt;em&gt;"EWWWW"&lt;/em&gt; too) our organ also got shifted to their house so I still can play the organ! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my house has actually no "107" unti number, which is the only unit number it dosen't have from 1-22. Also, my mother lives (not me, I don't LIVE here, I'm just temporarily staying) on stor(e)y nine, so technically, its missing "09107" as with all the other stor(e)ys. Creepy.... (like Incredible Tales last night which I din watch cause &lt;em&gt;its too scary that it'll give you nightmares&lt;/em&gt;. Well, I gave myself nightmares anyway, by going to failblog and seeing all the stupid things and I ended up dreaming about clowns kidnapping me and they out lots of make-up on me ("Please Don't Leave Me" and "Bad Romance" music videos) and they're forcing me into a golden cage with a tiny golden chair and all the poeple are staring at *ahem* my....er...unclothedness (I have some really weird dreams) Which is why I wrote another thing(Freakshow) which I don't wanna put here cause its my most emo yet (on the contratry yantong, that wasn't really emo, more of..hm...venegful or angry) (anyway, I only wrote the chorus, and my father happened to pass by and was like, "What the hell is that?" [He's probably going to send me to another psychiatrist again])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's end with this post with something light. Outside my house, there is a tree whose flowers only bloom at it's top. Light yellow and orange flowers, and there are many white butterflies always flying around there. It looks magical, but, there are many black bird looking for a meal or something (I also mentioned the pigeon mating season) and I saw one bird just swoop down and...whoops. One stupid butterfly. But at night, there's always this drunk, half naked man lying on a bench with a bottle in his hand, with his slippers lying down there (I wonder if he's really drunk though) I wrote a Thing about that too (Home in a Bottle) In case you're wondering, it took me 1 hour and 15 minutes to write this post (including the numerous pauses to the toilet and facebook and other things) so it should be reasonably long; maybe it's longer than Yantong's :) And just a suggestion for the blogskin: make the picture bigger so there's more space here for the sidebar content as well as the posts here. Its just a suggestion, its really up to Fangyi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Wow this post has 10 005 characters, not including this sentence :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2387358152409910077?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2387358152409910077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-if-i-can-beat-yantong-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2387358152409910077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2387358152409910077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-if-i-can-beat-yantong-in.html' title='The Achilles Heel'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/SwunSuPMA5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/rPhzNO2oXos/s72-c/untitled+III.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4363934021556217079</id><published>2009-11-24T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:02:35.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C-O-M-P-L-A-C-E-N-T</title><content type='html'>spells complacent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;complacent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;complacent &lt;/span&gt;CoMpLaCeNt. nope. no matter what format it is, the word still seems as ugly to me. yeah. i don't like the word complacent. doesn't give me a nice feel. and yet, 2 teachers were inclined to use that to describe me. hang on. incase you didnt already know, complacent means to be happy with what you've got, and stop trying to improve. if i was, indeed, the super-prodigy that many memebers of our class insist that I am, this word would never, in a hundred years, be used to describe me. and yet it is. what does this tell you? to those dum-dums out there, yes, for the last time, I'm not a genius, NOR a prodigy, and im definitely not an inhumanly hard-working being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, no, no. I am merely an normal student who managed to somehow get a weirdly high GPA in term 1 due to a combination of luck, and the fact that i learnt some of the stuff taught in GEP previously. of course, this was the stupidest course of action to take, because then the teachers started having high expectations and obviously the only way i could go was downhill from there. duh. ok so i am &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;complacent&lt;/span&gt; and have &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;definitely slackened this term &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;could do better&lt;/span&gt;. the opinions of a certain teacher who shares a surname with our thinner da vinci teacher ( no offence really). kind of ok if you don't get this bit. now Im guessing this is because of the A- i got in a certain subject due to the fact that I am terribly long-winded and thus love descriptive writing and hence hate summary writing and therefore didn't really bother to put in effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, yes, i guess i could have done better, absolutely, wouldn't disagree, but the thing is. sometimes, i feel like I've done my best, and teachers tell me i can do better. other times, I don't think I've tried that hard, but teachers tell me what a good job I've done. See my confusion? Im not really sure what it means to work hard anymore. Obviously, Im not zx, neither am i shiyi , thus i cannot be hundred-per-cent hardworking all the time. I try, i guess, but I am under the impression i do the most i can at any point in time. Of course, when i look back, i start to question, and i find things i could have done better. but the things is, i guess most people dont really get it that I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;. I don't really think about is this the best i can do? or i have to do it better. mostly, its just a vague feeling on oops botched that up, or im pretty satisfied with this, and you know, i don't really pay much attention to small voices in my head? so basically when i look back i think: yeah i guess i coulkd have done that. or wadever. but at the moment, i don' think like that. therefore, i tend to have to do badly once, before i kind of try to do better. I guess it was meant to be, you know the regaining confidence and "wow i can do this!" feeling, coupled with never always hundred-per-cent that made me relax a bit, slow down and not try so hard at everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok then i have the next teacher who says I &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;work anyhow&lt;/span&gt;, that i&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;am&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt; complacent&lt;/span&gt; ( again) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;put in just enough effort to scrape through &lt;/span&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;doesn't take work seriously &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;has an attitude problem. &lt;/span&gt;and hey. i was kind of shocked when i heard that. sure, i knew i wasnt taking this elective that seriously, i guess because it was optional after all. and partly because i never got what they wanted in lab reports. I mean, they ask qquestion s and i s=answer them, but sometimes i do get the feeling i have no idea what they're asking for and i have to put to gether some random reply because of my cluelessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe what gave her this impression was the tthat i spent one and a half hours freezing my butt off on the com lab trying to find asnwers to a certain question, but just wrote stuff quickly down in pencil, not bothering to clean up at the time because i was so freakign cold and felt like i was getting nowhere? and then next thing i knew i was sick because i didnt wear a jacket in the com lab and of course i was in no mood, no mood at all to refine my answer and gave it to shiyi to hand up for me without changin anything. and of course that would be an attitude problem because being sick with a fever of 39+ degrees celsius couldn't possibly have prevented me from erasing the pencil marks and neatening my answer. i mean, so what if i felt my head was so heavy all i wanted to do was lie down? so what if sitting up was an effort? so what if i had to hand the report to shiyi on saturday when my fever was at its worst? granted, i got much better after that, and could entertain visitors to my house, but that was on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt;. two days after the report submission and the two days in which i healed. yeah. maybe Im making excuses. maybe this is just rambling because anyway the teacher wont ever come here and all ive typed is just random sarcasm to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or it could be the assignment we got. the fact that i only typed out the 12-step procedure and only went to collect the data every recess. i guess i knew that i used to be the one always trying to do the report, refine the report, add on to the report, but this time, i tried not to be so assertive? i guess because my other grp members started on the report themselves previously, and i missed the vital session in which they started typing the report, so i just left it to them. i just decided to finally let someone else take charge, to finally let them do the work just to see if i could take the back seat for once? just to see if i could just type the procedure and let them do the rest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was thinking along the lines of "they started this without me, so the info at that point in time is with them, so i leave it to them first" and "i shoudl let someone else lead" and " i guess I've done enough since they only asked me to check the results, even though i had company while i did that ( checked with friends so i was more willing)" i dunno what i was thinking. and i dunno, i dunno if i coulld or should have done more. and then i &lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;only wanted to quickly wrap up&lt;/span&gt;when i got to the lab to do our experimental set-up. well, sure, i had no idea there was anything else to do after that? i marked the points on my petri dish, put the oats and slime, but i had no idea there was more to our simple experiment. I don't know what i was suppsoed to have done. inspected the mold a bit more, hoping it would suddenly shoot into growth in the span of about 5 seconds? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ok, so maybe I was trying to finish quickly hence the "faster wrap up" but only becaus ei realised in chem experiments and all that i sometimes finished really slowly so iwas trying to be faster, for once. i mean, i thought ending later than 4 was totally too late so i tried to be fast, i think i was trying to prove ot myself that lab can be fast if im effecient. but apparently it came out looking like i was rushed cos i couldnt be bothered to spend that much time on it. I thought i acted the same, but i guess i tried to speed things up cos i hated being the last group to complete experiments all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, i dunno, i guess im not someone who can handle confidence. i need to be insecure to do well. and i just, dunno much i dunno anything, i dunno wad they want, i dunno wad to expect, and i dunno wad to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;. i mean, realising i havent been at my best, makes me question: have i been slacking in taekwondo? shouldn't i be practising the pattern and stuff, just cos i got double promotion once im slackening? am i? and guitar? i stopped practising everyday, some times i forget and everything. am i slackening too? trying to practise as little as possible? could i do better? and the truth is i dunno. and it goes back, doesn't it, to me not knowing a thing when it matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can say that maybe cos i had a total of about 1 close friend in that certain lesson, so i wasnt really inclined to do really well, and maybe having other ppl learn with me spurs me on? or it could be that i just couldn't be bothered with a lot of stuff after doing well in sem1 and realising i could relax a bit ( trust me i hate being at the top) and then ended up relaxing to much. or maybe i did too wel in sem1 and teachers then hhad impressions of me as a brilliant student and i started to dim, and they started goign after me for not trying to be 100%. but srsly, i think i would die of boredom or over-strain if i did go 100% all the time. and srsly, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;totally clueless and now a fan of the word "dunno",&lt;br /&gt;physics alien ( need a new nick for next year...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-4363934021556217079?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4363934021556217079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/c-o-m-p-l-c-e-n-t_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4363934021556217079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4363934021556217079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/c-o-m-p-l-c-e-n-t_24.html' title='C-O-M-P-L-A-C-E-N-T'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1219233632661929230</id><published>2009-11-23T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:26:51.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>My life, is stuck in the computer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(Stupid font) Anyways... Hi... Er... I dunno... Decided to post anyway, for no apparent reason, since I haven't done so in a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So here I am sitting in front of my comp typing this post while staring at Hatsune Miku at the top of my window (in the comp)... Part of the nifty little extras you get using Chrome... A bit limited though, this was the only one I liked, mainly cos of the colour scheme. Hatsune makes a nice extra to it. Go check if out yourself if you dunno who she is. You surely can't expect me to put a link here right?  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocaloid#Hatsune_Miku"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vocaloid#Hatsune_Miku&lt;/a&gt; well I did, oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My exams papers are still sitting there on my table, on top of my files, below my foolscap paper. And inside my foolscap paper are notes I written down for humanities which I didn't study, and makes me wonder why I wrote I down (note taking is fun!)... And another pile of files sits below my table, and I cannot understand why I am not putting it back to the shelf... Did my room just get smaller or something? And why is that cra*** font always changing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Changed a background recently. A tropical palm leaf into a ice blue mountain that looks so fake and photoshop-ed... But I like it, so too bad... I would really want to be in such a place (sounds so unlike me), sitting on the top of the mountain (with my laptop of course). Then I'll be on facebook playing restaurant city and trading ingredients while freeze up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Argh... I'm bored... I'm sitting here waiting for my virus scan to finish scanning so I can sleep. Another 12% to go... Why is it that it's so slow when I'm not at the computer and so fast when I am??? I so hate anti-virus software, they lag the comp and rarely "catch" anything. 11% more... I could always make a trip to the toilet, brush my teeth, get a glass of water, feed my guinea pig, clear my table, off the lights, read the newspapers and when I'm done with all that, I would be able to sleep. The thing is I already finished all that (except the clearing table thing), making the previous statement totally redundant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Next book I'm going to get "How to smell a rat" (metaphorically, duh). And I haven't finished the previous one yet. Oh no... &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/3071776993404898663-1219233632661929230?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1219233632661929230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-is-stuck-in-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1219233632661929230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1219233632661929230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-is-stuck-in-computer.html' title='My life, is stuck in the computer...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1034427301224672205</id><published>2009-11-14T19:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:16:57.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sing. I dance. I steal stuff.</title><content type='html'>The world is a sad sad place (from this statement alone, can you guess who i am?)&lt;br /&gt;Im watching the 9-11 on History Channel&lt;br /&gt;(conicidentally its on channel 9 (starhub tv) and the time is 7:31 (7+3+1=11)&lt;br /&gt;nah, im just finding "stupid miracles" like National Treasure.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is burning after eating too much otah which cost 600 dollars a packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was kind of disappointed with my exam results a few days ago (i.e. 2 milleniums ago)&lt;br /&gt;And I got kind of p*ssed because my mother was coming back from HK (hoover kingdom)&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this poem/shit thing about burning the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don like the truth i like the lies&lt;br /&gt;that keep haunting me till the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;(i make you scream)&lt;br /&gt;youre screaming at my face while im lying on the couch&lt;br /&gt;go bungee jump off a building without a tying a rope&lt;br /&gt;people wont care theyll think youve just been doing dope&lt;br /&gt;without a shred of hope youre rolling down the slope.&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, i pushed you down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe ill burn in hell for what ive done,&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta admit it was so much fun&lt;br /&gt;ill throw the sledgehammer out the window after breaking your door.&lt;br /&gt;even i know that i cant be trusted&lt;br /&gt;ive long since whittled out my conscience&lt;br /&gt;without the voice in my head telling me what to do,&lt;br /&gt;im gonna start the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;its be the most beautiful sound. (ticka-tock-ticka-tock)&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the demolition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think You know me lookin over my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;tryin to understand the words im typin on your computer&lt;br /&gt;dont scream and scream dont break at the seamsw&lt;br /&gt;hat it registers in your brain what im trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;gimme a high five while you're flat on the floor&lt;br /&gt;youll be crippled from life thanks to your thirty-story fall.&lt;br /&gt;dont cry when you see your wheelchair&lt;br /&gt;itll make it easier for me to push down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this house, but i love the sound&lt;br /&gt;of your lifelong dreams falling off the silver screen.&lt;br /&gt;dont say that im crazy, youre the one thats insane.&lt;br /&gt;like this mad world like this song&lt;br /&gt;like these words like these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the demolition.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the pretty lights. Enjoy the wonderful sight.&lt;br /&gt;Your life's burning down.&lt;br /&gt;start the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, well, blah. Im pretty bad, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;(btw, dope is Cannabis, cocaine, heroin, opium, or methamphetamine)&lt;br /&gt;Its a good way to vent out my frustrations :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthony Yew wants you to join their crew in Mafia Wars, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a Mob-style game of combat &amp;amp; criminal empire played on Facebook. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start out as a small-time hood and fight your way up to ruling your own crime family!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;er.....yeah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking I should start playing games on my own account (instead of my cousins)&lt;br /&gt;and I should stop spamming all of my pri sch ppl with friend requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er....who the hell are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Im just your average, child-eating monster who dreams about *** (according to Matthew at least)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, im gonna take the Do you....wei xuan quiz now!&lt;br /&gt;HA! Im compatible with myself! In YOUR FACE MATTHEW! (I just told you who i am -.-)&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and you spelt my name wrongly (wei xuans))&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was something behind it when I said parents suck.&lt;br /&gt;Mainly because they want to see Ms Chua cus I got B- for my History exam -.-&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 457px; HEIGHT: 303px" src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=" width="358" height="218" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=16328294&amp;amp;vid=6293310&amp;amp;lang=en-gb&amp;amp;intl=sg&amp;amp;thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/video00/6293310_rndb8cf271c_19.jpg&amp;amp;embed=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human Bat Prank. Was on Yahoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1034427301224672205?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1034427301224672205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-is-sad-sad-place-from-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1034427301224672205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1034427301224672205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/world-is-sad-sad-place-from-this.html' title='I sing. I dance. I steal stuff.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4479171440310352930</id><published>2009-11-07T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:17:31.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>In the midst of the weekends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;(I realised I was posting in my own blog so I cut it over)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ok, I'm getting bored clicking on "---Mo91o7" only to end up on the same page that has been dormant for weeks (other than the recent update). Looks like I have to do something about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Nothing much going on these few days, since theres no school anyways. Interesting (or not-so-interesting) events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Internet breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Yan Tong saying that I'm being unhealthy slacking throughout the holiday (I did not! hah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Drawing loci on my humanities essays (that was before the exams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Realising I cannot bring myself to squish centipedes like how I did 8 years ago -.- (not that I wanted to anyway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Realising that the time time taken for my dad to walk a whole round around Admiralty Park (taking photos and such) = Time taken for me to jog and walk 3.5 rounds around the whole place. Should have a physics equation for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Computer games are boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Started playing runescape again (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Random joke:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;One day, a salesman was out golfing with a nun of their town to try and to tell her about a new air conditioning system that would benefit her convent. After lining up his put, he took a shot, missed, and said with annoyance “God dammit, I missed.” After hearing him say this, the nun advised him to watch his mouth, or god would strike him down. Not sharing the same beliefs, he pushes her comment aside and goes to pick up his golf ball. After some time, the two golfers ended up at the next putting hole and just like the first time, the salesman lined up his put, took the shot, and missed. Getting a bit angry this time, he exclaims, in a rather loud voice, “God dammit, I missed!” After her shock at hearing this for the second time, the nun curtly tells the man she is sure that if he said such an offensive thing again, the lord would strike him down. Turning towards her, he makes it quite plain that he thinks everything she is saying is complete baloney and that she should not be talking about his behavior when they were on a business outing. A bit shaken, they both arrive at the last hole. After precisely lining up his shot so he was sure he would not miss, the salesman taps the ball towards the hole. It was a beautiful shot, gliding right towards its target until a slight breeze blew it to the left, causing it to miss the hole by just an inch. Throwing his club down in fury, the salesman screams “GOD DAMMIT, I MISSED!” After his colossal outburst, a dark cloud emerges above the two golfers and a rumble of thunder makes the ground shiver. Suddenly, a huge bold of lightning comes down from the sky and strikes the spot where the nun is standing. After the cloud of smoke clears and only a small crater remains where nun had been standing, only moments ago, a huge, rumbling voice bellows from the sky, “GOD DAMMIT, I MISSED!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;I love the part about "only a small crater remains" hahahahahahahahahaha can you imagine it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUu-UuNcU-k&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUu-UuNcU-k&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; a bit overdue, but since I discovered it recently =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Got another 4 days of no school, and then we get our papers back, and hope that the situation wun be as ridiculous as the last episode of "your class or mine" (I think only Benedix would understand this). Dun forget to wish Mr Ng happy birthday on Monday, which is 2 days later, and I only realised that now, which means I wished him happy birthday 2 days in advance instead of two (oops...)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;More random quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obeliskos&lt;/strong&gt;: By God, this part sounds like it was written by a human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3volution&lt;/strong&gt;: Beating men under my UMBRELLA ELLA ELLA EH EH EH UNDER MY UMBRELLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pixel Bunnie&lt;/strong&gt;: Love comes in all different shapes, sizes and colours; sometimes even with a rechargable battery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gillis&lt;/strong&gt;: But meat tastes oh so delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily Nicole&lt;/strong&gt;: I'll bet yours does ;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&lt;/strong&gt;: John is the best person you can get when watching movies. There was a scene when this guy was dying and the whole place was silent. And then in the midst of the silence he piped out: "Oh this guy is dead lor".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#222222;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jollyfrog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3071776993404898663-4479171440310352930?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4479171440310352930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-midst-of-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4479171440310352930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4479171440310352930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-midst-of-weekends.html' title='In the midst of the weekends...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6316787720699757901</id><published>2009-11-05T10:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:21:18.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Class Outing (10 NOV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Details confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please contact me if you are going. (Call, Sms, Email, Tag @ my blog).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: &lt;b&gt;West Coast Park, then my house to freelance/bus to Alexandra Arch walk to Vivo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: &lt;b&gt;Wednesday, 11th November 09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing: &lt;b&gt;Around 10.30am to 4.30pm (you can leave early/late)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: &lt;b&gt;Eat somewhere near West Coast Park&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Bring money for your lunch.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get to West Coast Park (if you don't know):&lt;br /&gt;Bus - &lt;b&gt;Alight at Hong Leong Shopping Center&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the blue-coloured shopping centre which is quite short)&lt;br /&gt;Bus nos. - &lt;b&gt;97, 97e, 154, 197, 198&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We'll be meeting at the bus stop in front of Hong Leong Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on which bus route you take, you might be alighting opposite Hong Leong Shopping Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Someone bring a video to watch at my house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6316787720699757901?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6316787720699757901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-class-outing-1011-nov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6316787720699757901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6316787720699757901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-class-outing-1011-nov.html' title='November Class Outing (10 NOV)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1693112216830201343</id><published>2009-10-17T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:24:32.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates: Outing to Yaazhini's house</title><content type='html'>Outing to Yaazhini's house is changed to 4.30pm to 7pm. Dinner is provided.&lt;br /&gt;Meet at Boon Lay MRT.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's our 207th post~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1693112216830201343?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1693112216830201343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-outing-to-yaazhinis-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1693112216830201343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1693112216830201343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-outing-to-yaazhinis-house.html' title='Updates: Outing to Yaazhini&apos;s house'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1926949246394810422</id><published>2009-10-15T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:04:50.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing updates.</title><content type='html'>Venue: Not confirmed yet. Might be at my house. I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;It might be nice to have a barbeque something though ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gv.com.sg/movies.jsp"&gt;GV: Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit to see which movies are showing and coming soon. It's Golden Village btw.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the coming soon ones as we'd probably be watching one of those.&lt;br /&gt;It's not really confirmed that we'll be watching a movie so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll pass around a paper or something for people to fill up or else we won't get anything confirmed. Only 9 people have responded, including me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date is now after exams to 29 Nov, as Samuel is not free after 29 Nov. No Saturdays/Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I NEED TO FREAKING DISCUSS THIS WITH MATTHEW OR CHELSEA. I'M NOT THE MENTOR REP =___=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1926949246394810422?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1926949246394810422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/outing-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1926949246394810422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1926949246394810422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/outing-updates.html' title='Outing updates.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4043035858858526610</id><published>2009-10-10T10:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:40:06.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class Outing Survey.</title><content type='html'>*If you don't want a class outing please don't do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw this is our 205th post~&lt;br /&gt;So many =___=&lt;br /&gt;Survey link is above , in the welcome section.&lt;br /&gt;The survey will pop out after you click on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Fangyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-4043035858858526610?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4043035858858526610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/class-outing-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4043035858858526610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4043035858858526610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/class-outing-survey.html' title='Class Outing Survey.'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5985234112402926644</id><published>2009-10-08T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:25:12.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>How come mounting tape so expensive?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Finished reconstructing or rather gave our Da Vinci prototype a face lift... I used up lots of mounting tape T.T, which cost like 5 bucks for 1 metre plus??? Hello... I could buy 9 metres of wire with that... The quality is good lah, but I was just wondering whether we need so much, cos I keep getting confused over that extra piece of PVC we were supposed to add... So now I need velcro and blue cellophane (which my sister had but donated it to someone else...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Had an uneventful day today, had only English and Bio, which passed so quickly... (Ms Tan will kill us if she knew we did almost nothing during the 1.5 hours we had... T.T) And then my hot dog bun got murdered, so I decided that having a drink for recess is still better than anything else since... nvm... Then had a relief teacher for Bio who thought we didn't know the basics (couldn't blame her) and everything she said seems to contradict with what Ms Ng said. Pouring plates, wearing gloves etc... But got released much earlier - like 45 mins?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Then had lunch and took a 963 with Shi Yi and Yan Tong, who were squabbling on the bus - as usual... They remind me of my sister actually, it's like having two of the same sister, who would then argue all day and leave me alone in peace (so not like what's happening now -.-)... Then Yan Tong was talking about me being a weird elder brother who doesn't annoy his sis? I dunno, why provoke a mentally unstable barbarian that clings on to you like a pest? T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ms Chua hasn't returned our Humanities essay, so I probably am not gonna improve. I mean I dun even know if that essay is worth a mark or the shredder... Then the next one will probably end up in the wastepaper bin instead. And then my dad would be talking about me wasting his printer ink that he doesn't even use!!! Gwah... At least the deadline is extended... I think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Probably gonna not continue writing...&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/3071776993404898663-5985234112402926644?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5985234112402926644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-come-mounting-tape-so-expensive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5985234112402926644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5985234112402926644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-come-mounting-tape-so-expensive.html' title='How come mounting tape so expensive?!'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1138318653280417943</id><published>2009-10-06T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:50:05.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ages Ages Ages Ages Ages Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Sss8fDRRk-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/zgakgAwc0n8/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389467883230303202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Sss8fDRRk-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/zgakgAwc0n8/s400/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I missed 200th post. Congratulations on Manish on getting the 200th post (grumble grumble)&lt;br /&gt;Listening to "3". Its about a *go ask Matthew about it*&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know britney spears could count that far. Very, very surprising.&lt;br /&gt;Edited Ze Xuan's powerpoint for Da Vinci. Openoffice is annoying. No custom colour -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, here is an unedited paragraphing crap: (looks so much messier than the words above, isnt it)(and so unlike the f***iness that is me but oh well)Stupid Chinese Compo. Some nonsense on "Far far away, there lived a princess whose skin was as white as snow (me) who had an evil stepmother (JiaYing). We should really get the class family tree up here since you all spent so much time playing cupid shooting arrows into ppl's ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yi wasnt really that active during MsTan's lesson. Ive become very quiet during Ms Tans lessons to. During one time, she threw out her hand at me and I was like, "What? No chocolate? No Flowers? No wedding ring?"Since there was some sweat running down my inner thigh and I was concentrating on scratching it without anybody seeing because it looks very &lt;em&gt;wrong......&lt;/em&gt; I used a lot of "......" in Chinese compo. Dyslexic Fools. I did the above using "Bio" but oh well. Not very well done I must say -.- Font is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chiller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3071776993404898663-1138318653280417943?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1138318653280417943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-missed-200th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1138318653280417943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1138318653280417943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-missed-200th-post.html' title='Ages Ages Ages Ages Ages Answers'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Sss8fDRRk-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/zgakgAwc0n8/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5295665618420759205</id><published>2009-10-06T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:21:50.927+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Let's post again =D...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My blog is dead like I said, mainly because I am hating the blogskin after a while... Text so small and uninteresting... I get bored reading it myself... Have to wait till I get another one or make one myself, which is gonna be much much later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Glad I have no homework today... Finished my humanities essay long ago like last last week when I told some people (not all) to do it and they were slacking, except for some very hardworking ones which I cannot remember. Honestly I wrote nonsense, and it totally doesn't fit in with what Ms Chua said today (Ok maybe it did somewhat, but that's not the point). Now I can wipe my leaky nose in peace (dun be an idiot and ask me what is leaking out... you think I like it???)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Have Da Vinci tomorrow, and that dumb presentation which we have to do about our unfinished prototypes, or rather dismantled prototypes. And Matthew is expecting me to do all the cutting?! (and gluing and measuring and such) And then I'll be a clicking man tomorrow clicking the slides. And come to think of it I did the slides?! (wx -.- ...) And the worst part is I forgot the measurements of the table?! Gwah... Now what? Cut random sizes and hope that it fits? .....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Shi Yi and Jia Ying!!! Stop trying to maroon me!!! Else I'll hate you two for life (not that I actually can T.T) Shoulda taken a photo of you two laughing, and labelled it "signs of being marooned". And Shi Yi stop spamming me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Will stop here... ~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jollyfrog&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/3071776993404898663-5295665618420759205?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5295665618420759205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-post-again-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5295665618420759205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5295665618420759205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-post-again-d.html' title='Let&apos;s post again =D...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6534177937928878356</id><published>2009-10-06T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:48:39.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks (again -.-)</title><content type='html'>i seem to be relying on lots of ppl lately... dun like to be dependent but theres not much i can do about it except enjoy the help and be happy my frens are so nice. ( yay!) ok yeah so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaazhini:&lt;br /&gt;For keeping me updated about bio, appreciated ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew:&lt;br /&gt;For bothering to sms me, even if content is questionable/ can be doubted/ may leave out certain details ( i.e. his own evil deeds while trying to put himself in a good light and condemn mukesh???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yi, Jia Ying, Wei Xuan:&lt;br /&gt;For visiting me yesterday!!! Even though I kind of acted like you weren't welcome at first, and all you did was come here to slack, the math tutoring and ermm concern( assuming that was the reason why you came ) is worth mentioning, yeah? Thanks for not making me feel too left out... ( I would appreciate if you all didn't use my com to do unspeakable things, but i guess its ok, for a laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yi, Jia Ying:&lt;br /&gt;For visiting me today!!! Short visit but I've come to look forward to the one time of the day where I can communicate with humanity of my own age... ( Im not training for summary writing...) I also appreciate the fact that Shi Yi tried to wash her own cup ( admittedly after my prompting) though i stopped her. Just to let you know, later on, even though i was supposed to wash them, my dad helped me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much wraps it up for today (06/10/09) as of this time ( 5:00pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a side note, Shi Yi and Jia Ying commented on English and Chinese lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Chinese, teacher was heard saying ( in Chinese obviously) " No questions? Hm? Where did Yan Tong go?" since I usually don't get a lot of stuff in Chinese class and thus ask a lot of questions XD Ok yeah, just wondering if he really said that ( no, I don't doubt Jia Ying or Shi Yi) because it's kind of hard to believe teachers actually notice my absence???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. For English though, its not about me. Apparently Shi Yi has become "super-responsive" ( quote from Jia Ying) in English class, and often gets praised. hmmm. So here's my hypothesis. She was, afterall, the top scorer in Zheng Hua Primary right? She would be expected to be the one student who always answered questions in class right? BUT THEN! along comes curious-and-loud me. And then instead of her status as the one who answers all the questions in class, I start to. ( for English only, if i did for Chinese it would be abnormal)  Being slightly more knowledgeable than her in the English Language, I thus am able to answer a lot of questions. and the scene in the classroom is somewhat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan:*asks random question*&lt;br /&gt;Class: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me: hmm?? no one answering? *answers question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I kind of end up answering lots of questions. HOWEVER! I am now sick. and not in school. So the new scene will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan:*asks random question*&lt;br /&gt;Class: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *slacking at home*&lt;br /&gt;Class: *silence*&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yi: * about to go mad with unnerving silence* *answers question*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, her hidden talent for answering questions during English class is uncovered! The shocking truth! Someone other then Yan Tong bothers to think about English!&lt;br /&gt;OK so me being at school apparently prevents her from answering questions in English class to her full potential. TA-DAAAA! And the mystery of what-happens-to-shiyi-in-english-class-when-yantong-is-not-around is solved! Case closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boredphysicsalienwhooverdramatizesstuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6534177937928878356?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6534177937928878356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6534177937928878356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6534177937928878356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-again.html' title='thanks (again -.-)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8237277486654776277</id><published>2009-10-03T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:08:51.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;First one to decode this(other than jaewoong) gets 2 dollars from me just come and tell me what it says! Its that simple!...read on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;618291420091420032006232-2424100425132614103319361&lt;br /&gt;LoL okok..its kinda difficult so here is a simple clue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;63-28141&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hang In There&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Hello, my friend; You’re on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're somehow ailing,&lt;br /&gt;But your response to any challenge&lt;br /&gt;Has always been unfailing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;So I’m confident you’ll win again;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there, and you’ll see;&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be back on top in no time,&lt;br /&gt;Tackling life courageously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Ok this time the poem's not by me and i cant remember where i got it from but all credit goes to the one who first wrote it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Nameless?/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-8237277486654776277?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8237277486654776277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-one-to-decode-thisother-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8237277486654776277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8237277486654776277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-one-to-decode-thisother-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-29408714680228887</id><published>2009-10-03T12:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:57:40.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks before i forget</title><content type='html'>ok so i need to thank lots of ppl and tho i shld w8 until 7 days are over i think i will forget ( i 4got to thank ppl when i sprained my ankle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so the sprained ankle thing i actually wrote it down somewhere, wanting to post it but forgot, so here it is, a few months late XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;During the period of time in which i limped and shuffled through the school corridors, I need to thank lots of ppl for being helpful, understanding, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew:&lt;br /&gt;For walking me to the lift on 24th ( which month was it? July? August? there was temperature taking) Friday, not complaining about how slow i was walking, and not following the crowd by leaving me behind ( ok so i delayed everyone by eating slowly so they ran up first, but i realised they weren't really leaving me behind... read on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel, Ze Xuan, Shi Yi,  Wei Xuan ( Jia Ying were you there? sorry cant remember who else)&lt;br /&gt;For trying to prevent 吴老师from entering the classroom before me by distracting him ( even though it failed) ( which was why it was not abandoning as stated above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yi:&lt;br /&gt;For walking me home immediately after i sprained my ankle, stopping for me in the field, and lending me support while i walked back to our classroom (when we were playing virus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze Xuan:&lt;br /&gt;For trying to help me carry my library books, and offering to be my walking stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Xuan:&lt;br /&gt;For suggesting and trying to carry my bag for me, and trying to imitate the way i walked so i found the funny side of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fangyi and Jia Ying:&lt;br /&gt;For insisting that i sit down in the 197&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who did:&lt;br /&gt;For slowing down your walking pace and waiting for me... ( especially Ze Xuan and Jia Ying, who generally walk much faster, though Shi Yi was the only one that walked at my pace exactly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS, ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then i need to thank more ppl now, for the current err... "throat infection" coughpossibleh1n1cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew:&lt;br /&gt;For smsing me to ask if i was ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaazhini:&lt;br /&gt;For not being at school too ( ok joking ) and asking if i was ok via sms, then having a long conversation with me ( via sms) relieving my boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ze Xuan:&lt;br /&gt;For asking if i was ok via phone first even though his purpose was just to ask about microbiology ( sorry for asking "Why are you calling?" instead of replying--was too surprised because usually i don't receive phone calls from you XD to answer your question, yes I am fine but not recovered yet) and helping me be the stand-in Physics Rep even though Shi Yi forced you to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukesh, Benedix, Joel &amp;amp; gang:&lt;br /&gt;For prank calling me :)  and making me laugh; laughter is the best medicine XD&lt;br /&gt;I know Mukesh was pretending to be Manish, maybe he pinched his nose.&lt;br /&gt;I could hear Joel laughing in the back ground&lt;br /&gt;I could hear someone who kept interrupting Mukesh, to which Mukesh replied "Shut up lah Mukesh!" ( maybe Benedix)&lt;br /&gt;I suspect after they stole Matthew's phone Benedix was the one who said "This is Matthew." to which i answered "You don't sound like Matthew"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manish:&lt;br /&gt;For posting the funny quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yi:&lt;br /&gt;For coming to my house to give me the homework, collect other homework and to update me on stuff ( but why didn't you want to drink barley water???) and agreeing to do that everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever did:&lt;br /&gt;For telling Mr Ng the reason for my absence since i mass smsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics alien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-29408714680228887?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/29408714680228887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-before-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/29408714680228887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/29408714680228887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-before-i-forget.html' title='thanks before i forget'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8841940417560126620</id><published>2009-10-02T19:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:27:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A bank is a place where they lend you an umbrella in fair weather and ask for it back when it begins to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman is like a tea bag - you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always and never are two words you should always remember never to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always remember that you are absolutely unique. Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beauty isn't worth thinking about; what's important is your mind.  You don't want a fifty-dollar haircut on a fifty-cent head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buy land. They've stopped making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time you're eighty years old you've learned everything. You only have to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By working faithfully eight hours a day, you may get to be a boss and work twelve hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consider the postage stamp, my son. It secures success through its ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone told me to pass on Speed because it was a 'bus movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Experts say you should never hit your children in anger. When is a good time? When you're feeling festive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For some strange reason, no matter where I go, the place is always called "here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having a baby changes the way you view your in-laws. I love it when they come to visit now. They can hold the baby and I can go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He who laughs last probably didn't get the joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He who laughs, lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told my psychiatrist that everyone hates me. He said I was being ridiculous - everyone hasn't met me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd much rather be a woman than a man. Women can cry, they can wear cute clothes, and they are the first to be rescued off of sinking ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can remain calm, you don't have all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you want something said, ask a man; if you want something done, ask a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you rest, you rust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm an excellent housekeeper. Every time I get a divorce, I keep the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's better to live one day as a lion, than a hundred as a sheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been on a calendar, but I've never been on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My life has been filled with terrible misfortune; most of which never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My theory is that if you look confident you can pull off anything - even if you have no clue what you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never make the same mistake twice or you'll never get around to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of the keys to happiness is a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reason to smile: Every seven minutes of every day someone in an aerobics class pulls a hamstring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The elevator to success is out of order. You'll have to use the stairs... one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The difference between perseverance and obstinacy is that one often comes from a strong will, and the other from a strong won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first law of dietetics seems to be: if it tastes good, it's bad for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main thing is keeping the main thing the main thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nicest thing about quotes is that they give us a nodding acquaintance with the originator which is often socially impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The past is a guidepost, not a hitching post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who dance are considered insane by those who cannot hear the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little. To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To solve the human equation, we need to add love, subtract hate, multiply good, and divide between truth and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until I was 13, I thought my name was 'Shut Up.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was young I was called a rugged individualist. When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric. Here I am doing and saying the same things I did then and I'm labeled senile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We don't stop playing because we grow old; We grow old because we stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spend the first twelve months of our children's lives teaching them to walk and talk and the next twelve telling them to sit down and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When everyone thinks alike, no one thinks very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So, what the hell, leap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping. Men invade another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether women are better than men I cannot say—but I can say they are certainly no worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why get married and make one man miserable when I can stay single and make thousands miserable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wise men talk because they have something to say. Fools talk because they have to say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woman are meant to be loved, not to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Women dress alike all over the world: they dress to be annoying to other women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You're only young once, but you can be immature forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some funny quotes for those who are sick and have to stay at home(i.e gideon,yt,y) :(. Hope you get well soon:)&lt;br /&gt;All credit goes to people who wrote these quotes srry i forgot where i read them. F3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;nameless?/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-8841940417560126620?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8841940417560126620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/bank-is-place-where-they-lend-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8841940417560126620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8841940417560126620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/bank-is-place-where-they-lend-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3390846028050476844</id><published>2009-10-01T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:36:27.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Wear</title><content type='html'>Copyright Taylor Swift What to Wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes looking in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;The moments getting nearer&lt;br /&gt;She thinks about it as she walks her walk&lt;br /&gt;Up and down the staircase&lt;br /&gt;Makeup fresh on her face&lt;br /&gt;S he thinks about it as she talks her talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School dance, first chance, always been a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Theres one guy, shes shy, sees him through the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And everybody looks at her,She thinks about it&lt;br /&gt;Blue dress angel face, looking in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Shoes,purse, hair tied back and you should see her,&lt;br /&gt;Shes got her magic, floating through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's standing in her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;He'll be pullin' up soon&lt;br /&gt;She thinks about it as she sees headlights&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window&lt;br /&gt;she's got her diary to show&lt;br /&gt;That she's been waiting for this all her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date,can't wait&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Heart all wrapped up&lt;br /&gt;Wait until he sees her&lt;br /&gt;He's lookin' right at her, She thinks about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen blue jeans Abercrombie t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;Shoes purse hair tied back and you should see her&lt;br /&gt;She's got her magic floating through the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years went by&lt;br /&gt;The mirror saw her cry&lt;br /&gt;But She got up again&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew by the small town lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move ou tFind out where the world can take her&lt;br /&gt;Bright lights late nights livin' for the greater&lt;br /&gt;Move to Paris livin' on a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Love,One thing leads into another&lt;br /&gt;Dream big, Aim small&lt;br /&gt;Man you gotta love her&lt;br /&gt;She's got her hopes up&lt;br /&gt;Got them up to there&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' what to wear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-3390846028050476844?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3390846028050476844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-to-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Inspired after English oral: I wrote this some time ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Never Told You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you what I should have said,&lt;br /&gt;I never told you what could have been,&lt;br /&gt;I never should have held it in,&lt;br /&gt;I never told You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never showed you, all those little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;I never told you, thorugh all these hours.&lt;br /&gt;I never should have kept what was ours,&lt;br /&gt;I never told You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized I would miss your smile,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you would never dial,&lt;br /&gt;And now, I miss everything about you.&lt;br /&gt;All the things we've been through.&lt;br /&gt;I never told You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told you how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;You never told me this was real.&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard to see,&lt;br /&gt;Crying makes it blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never told me what I could have seen,&lt;br /&gt;You never told me what could have been,&lt;br /&gt;You never should have held it in.&lt;br /&gt;I dont who I belong to,&lt;br /&gt;Im only me when Im with you,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I never Told You.&lt;br /&gt;You never told me,&lt;br /&gt;Where I should be.&lt;br /&gt;So Thank you for what you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never told her that I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;Carry your heart on your sleeve :)&lt;br /&gt;This is more suitable for a song, not a poem.&lt;br /&gt;And can somebody PLEASE bring an extra compass 2morrow because my new one snapped 2day because I dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you So Much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wei Xuan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6651614972639992830?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6651614972639992830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-told-you-bring-compass-2morrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6651614972639992830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6651614972639992830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-told-you-bring-compass-2morrow.html' title='I never told you --- Bring compass 2morrow ty :)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-5654879627198340057</id><published>2009-09-26T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:24:51.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems</title><content type='html'>Since W.x suddenly started writing poems, i have decided to do the same&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;You couldn't understand,&lt;br /&gt;even if you tried,&lt;br /&gt;the reason that she cries at night,&lt;br /&gt;the reason she tries to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Don't try to come close,&lt;br /&gt;she'll just push you away,&lt;br /&gt;there's something that you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;words she couldn't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;She tries with all her might,&lt;br /&gt;to be herself around her friends,&lt;br /&gt;but something doesn't feel right,&lt;br /&gt;a broken heart that could not mend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;She pretends that she's strong,&lt;br /&gt;a tough outer shell,&lt;br /&gt;but there's always something wrong,&lt;br /&gt;she's trapped in her Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;She wants to speak,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you all the truth,&lt;br /&gt;but she is way too weak,&lt;br /&gt;broken without any glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Painfully shy;&lt;br /&gt;the bird that couldn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;Dying on the inside;&lt;br /&gt;a body without a mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;Maybe if you took the time,&lt;br /&gt;find the person she tries to be.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you looked inside,&lt;br /&gt;you'd realize she is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Nameless?/&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/3071776993404898663-5654879627198340057?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/5654879627198340057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/poems.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5654879627198340057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/5654879627198340057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/poems.html' title='Poems'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-4457220284119066292</id><published>2009-09-25T17:56:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:13:48.870+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>Summer, there's a swing by the creek,&lt;br /&gt;climbing my backyard tree.&lt;br /&gt;Dirty hands, mud-mask smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Sandcastle days; every minute is a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer, by the beach, enjoying the waves,&lt;br /&gt;Sudden Chocolate Ice-cream Craves,&lt;br /&gt;Books on Adventures, Of the wildest dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my childhood together at the seams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn, there's a playground by the shopping mall,&lt;br /&gt;Modern high heels that make you fall,&lt;br /&gt;Smooth faces, mud-mask frowns,&lt;br /&gt;When you're out in love and you sink all the way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting at home for a tidal wave of bills,&lt;br /&gt;of screaming children, a tiring day at the tills,&lt;br /&gt;Books on Financial Advice, Thinking of riches,&lt;br /&gt;A little more time to dream about the new television features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just turn it all back to when it all began,&lt;br /&gt;when I was just a baby, ready to be a child all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What price did we pay for growing up? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;This took me 20 minutes. Much much faster than Chinese ones -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 100%;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"  &gt;Take me back to the world when it was black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 100%;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"  &gt;Just two kids, You And I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 100%;font-size:85%;" &gt;-Mary's Song&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/3071776993404898663-4457220284119066292?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/4457220284119066292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4457220284119066292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/4457220284119066292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6439546087920262802</id><published>2009-09-23T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:40:41.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>End of my dead blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;My blog is officially dead so dun bother visiting it for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Anyone tried the Geogebra thingy yet? Or GSM for some. It's fun it's fun it's fun (for now). You can draw a totally random shape and they can still calculate the area of it. But the program doesn't like Jia Ying (haha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There was english today - great... End of my personal letter writing... Math was nice, but couldn't resist yawning at least 15 times throughout the whole lesson (sorry Ms Chew). Then had Chem practical. The worksheet was like fill in the blanks, don't really need to think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Put in 1 - 2 drops of Universal Indicator into each of the different pH solutions" - not enough. The more the merrier. Tea was yellow, and remained yellow... Acidic? (Dissolving your guts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I'm bored. At least 15 people have not replied to my friend requests on Facebook. Apparently there are 6 frogs staring at me as I'm typing this (5 on the window and a plushie). "Talk to me"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Gwah... I've became weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Jollyfrog&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/3071776993404898663-6439546087920262802?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6439546087920262802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-my-dead-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6439546087920262802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6439546087920262802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-my-dead-blog.html' title='End of my dead blog...'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8805087787005153863</id><published>2009-09-20T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:33:41.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>S-P-E-A-K-I-N-G</title><content type='html'>Johnny and Marissa sitting on a tree&lt;br /&gt;K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;First comes love, then comes marriage&lt;br /&gt;Then comes an abrupt miscarriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes blame&lt;br /&gt;Then comes despair&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts damaged beyond repair&lt;br /&gt;Johnny leaves Marissa&lt;br /&gt;And then takes the tree&lt;br /&gt;D-I-V-O-R-C-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. long time since I posted. I have posted on my own blog;&lt;br /&gt;so there's no point talking a lot of C-R-A-P here.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers. And Happy Hari Raya since I forgot to say on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hungry Ghost Festival is Over! Cheer, paranoid people (aka me)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Relink thanks :) &lt;a href="http://carnival---ride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carnival--ride.bs.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-8805087787005153863?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8805087787005153863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/johnny-and-marissa-sitting-on-tree-k-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8805087787005153863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8805087787005153863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/johnny-and-marissa-sitting-on-tree-k-i.html' title='S-P-E-A-K-I-N-G'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2526560593135501988</id><published>2009-09-15T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:03:39.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Long time no post! so heres a quick one before i study for humanities ( and go watch zack and cody on disney!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Things im contented with right now:&lt;br /&gt;1. my new polar bear tape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they have this slogan, "crystal clear tape"? i was pretty skeptical at frist, i mean after all the crap tapes ive seen in my life, they've all got air bubbles, or are slightly yellowish, none of them EVER crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously! no joke, they really mean crystal clear. i can practically see polarbearpolarbearpolarbear written on the paper right inside the roll ( right at the end of the roll of tape?) and its srsly really clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best thing is: *drumroll* IT TEARS!!!! I've come across enough types of tape to know that tear-able tape that isnt yellow is quite harrd to come about. most "clear" ( but now as good as polar bear) tapes cant tear, just stretch like xiao and make you mad. only yellow tapes tear cleanly and reasonably well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER! its yellow tape, which is the entire point! taping yellow tape on some white worksheet isnt very advisable its kind of really ugly. BUT! polar bear provides CRYSTAL CLEAR TEAR-ABLE tape!!! its the only tape im ever going to buy from now on. i KNOW i should have bought the 10 for 7.70 pack!!! grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact, im so impressed im not even going to put it in my pencil case with the rest of my oencil cos then the sides would get black and the whole crystal clear become clear with borders! yay i love polar bear tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. my new pasar malam $2.00 white cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok so yesterday i bought this white (rubiks) cube for $2 at some pasar malam at jurong east? i just bought it cos it was white and the sticker colours were kind of good. i kind of expected it to suck, but bought it cos all my prior experience with white cubes were good, most of them were at least decent. but WOW the cube ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, the stickers ( unlike real Rubiks) DO NOT catch on your fingernails  so it probably will not start to come off!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, its really loose, ( dropping it means instant destruction) so turns really smoothly ( althought it doesnt cut corners very well) even though the insides are proabably not too smooth because you can hear the plastic-grinding-against-plastic sound, could do with some lubrication but im not going to since my last attempt at lubricating a cheap cube failed disastrously ( spelling? ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, its VERY light. from prior experience, all decent cubes are pretty heavy, maybe with metal cores?( part metal) but this probably has 100% plastic core or something. its super light, and just great! ( except for cutting corners. but nothings perfect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2526560593135501988?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2526560593135501988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2526560593135501988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2526560593135501988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_15.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1602566842605557983</id><published>2009-09-09T19:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:49:06.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My third quiz or its it??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Spell your name without vowels:mnsh lol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What color do you wear most?: brown,red,white,blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Least favorite color?: I love all the colours equally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What are you listening to?: My feet tapping the floor and the "clicks" of the keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Obv. YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: All of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When do you start back at school/college?: I have no idea what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Are you outgoing?: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: Sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?: With friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?: Dunno. Nvr tried.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Yes but not sure if still can.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Yes, i want to make that my career(astrobiologist)&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Well they say everything's possible.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: No. Magic is just want you don't understand....yet.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?: Nope that's the wrong sort of love.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?: Yes. GOLD^^&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: Yup and i love those that go to 8G.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: Yes if they also give me the stuff they give on reality shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: Yes(Friends lar wht were u thinkin?)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: Yes (read the thing abv ^)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: Yes i did red if im nt wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?: Around 31 Degree Celsius and would have been 1/8 a degree lower if it weren't for global warming.&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: 98.7 fm&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: Canadian pizza 7 hours ago :)(YUM)&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: Groceries.&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?: NextWorld on discovery channel ( im gonna buy and live in a H2HOME if thats the last thing i do)(and so does matthew i guess as we share a lot of common interests in bio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you IM'd?: Cnt remember.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: Some random guy diggin his nose.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: mum, 5 min ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: If you do that you will choke on your tears so no.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: Every person who has a brother or sister understands my pain..YES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: No the more you cry the longer the pain lasts cause it prevents your brain from effectively blocking out the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: Nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy?: The Entire Universe&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: Well Duh!&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?: Music is a couple of good intentions with a teaspoon of one big mess ,there's a dashing reaction and i assume you know the rest. In other words yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: No and it cnt break but tearing is possible.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them? Mom and Dad and eventhough i hate him, my brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?: Black&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings?: None.&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: same as most Singaporeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: Of course not and by the way mooned can also mean to expose ur bottocks in public as a dis respectable gesture.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: Yes a lot of times&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: So far no.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: No.&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: Anything.&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: I dun care its not my hair...&lt;br /&gt;Height: As tall or shorter than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Best clothing: I dun care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: burger king&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Any&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: A bit of this and a bit of that.&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: TV.&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums?: Hmm...anything probably gonna give to one of my friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican: Mexican&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Cheerios. I have nvr tasted any of these two lol cause i hate milk and corn flakes go with milk.&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie: Pie. Actually depends on flavour.&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nameless-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The stupid times- " Its astounding how this bright array of colours manages to cause strobe interruption on all of us(suddenly starts drooling)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Some random guy walking on the street- " Are you guys gonna finish that coke?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Some random gal walking on the street with the random guy- "*Drools* (half a minute later) *snores*(another half minute later) *Falls and goes into a coma*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;M09107-" Some do CRP on the blog its Dying!! no!! its dying!!, its too young and beautiful to die! no!! why must it die now, we had so many aspirations for it! O why!? no......(half an hour later).......!! O why its still has hope! O why!?.......*ok i think we're done with the crying*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;-No Comment-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nameless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-1602566842605557983?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1602566842605557983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-third-quiz-or-its-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1602566842605557983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1602566842605557983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-third-quiz-or-its-it.html' title='My third quiz or its it??'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6621163425580284923</id><published>2009-09-09T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:59:15.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Webdings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;Its getting a bit boring lately. Lets have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings"&gt; M09107&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Posting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Settings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Template&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monetize&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;View Blog &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Edit Posts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comment Moderation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. relinked to this website: carnival---ride.bs.com. And obviously the quote already gives a clue. Dont remain stoopid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 80%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two can play at this dreary game dearie.&lt;br /&gt;You solidify, YOU die as well"&lt;br /&gt;-Emma Frost, White Queen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6621163425580284923?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6621163425580284923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-getting-bit-boring-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6621163425580284923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6621163425580284923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-getting-bit-boring-lately.html' title='Webdings'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-7057645815361376687</id><published>2009-09-05T15:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:58:26.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding:5px;background-color:#F7F3F7;border:1px solid #ccc;width:410px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="410" height="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;param name="movie" value="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffitiswf/graffiti_external_510x270.swf?random_name=78e60274d01e908e9c42ceb16e4fae75P"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;embed src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/graffitiswf/graffiti_external_510x270.swf?random_name=78e60274d01e908e9c42ceb16e4fae75P" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="410" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like it?/&lt;br /&gt;nameless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-7057645815361376687?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/7057645815361376687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7057645815361376687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7057645815361376687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-3296624692517294349</id><published>2009-08-27T20:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:52:40.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty or Innocent?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Quiz Hope its better than the first one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RULE 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE 2&lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;someone messages you and asks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Asked someone to marry you?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed one of your Facebook friends?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced on a table in a bar? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.(READING A BOOK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Held a snake?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.(Got bitten by one too but lucky not poisonous)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY(INDIA again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from a store?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY(I returned it later lar anyway my grandfather owns the store so no problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been fired from a job?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY(COKE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved your head?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a boxing membership?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY[air rifle and paint ball(NCC):D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Donated blood?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY(not a wonderful experience)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY(kinda nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten cheesecake?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT(amazingly no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have/had a tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guilty(a fake one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Been too honest?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruined a surprise?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you cant walk afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erased someone in your friends list?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dressed in a woman's clothes (if your a guy) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;or man's clothes (if your a girl)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joined a pageant?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;someone who totally meant what they said?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had communication w/ your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating someone?&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get totally drunk one night and you have &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;an important exam tomorrow morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INNOCENT(tasted beer though very BITTER not a nice feeling)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A total stranger treat you by paying your jeepney/tricycle fare?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUILTY(in thailand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get totally angry that you cried so hard?&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gonna tag a lot of people for this quiz?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;GUILTY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-3296624692517294349?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/3296624692517294349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilty-or-innocent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3296624692517294349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/3296624692517294349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/guilty-or-innocent.html' title='Guilty or Innocent?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-1062825111344064796</id><published>2009-08-26T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:20:12.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First quiz:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;okok so this is my first time posting so it might be a little bit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;CRAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Water??&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?&lt;br /&gt;No. Nope im not a homo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20?&lt;br /&gt;My father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm, had nothing to do and did not feel like doing tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 1px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling or texting?&lt;br /&gt;Texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about dr pepper? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;Dr pepper meet Mrs Fries i think you go well together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;20 something days ago i laughed like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;In a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;br /&gt;The floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;The Universe(my brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;My brother breaking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;MY PENSIL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdays are always worse than todays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!!!!!!!!(screams like Jaewoong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Im mad about being Mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;When my computer broke down. Darn viruses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;br /&gt;Definate Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;br /&gt;Night In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;My mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Haha RGS owned in AMC haha my school rocks........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel now about your life?&lt;br /&gt;I love school and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I HATE GOING BACK HOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Lets see where do i start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?&lt;br /&gt;60% messages from primary school friends n 40% messages from Jaewoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you easily tell if someones fake?&lt;br /&gt;Ya kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;br /&gt;Does that include playing computer games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Fu**er&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;My brother.MUHUHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have kids before you’re 30?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Laugh.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;br /&gt;Side and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;br /&gt;The problem with students from NUS HIGH is that they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?&lt;br /&gt;Brother calling from Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whens the next time you will see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;No idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;Visual Encyclopedia Of Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;No. I love him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Watching NAKED SCIENCE on NATIONAL GEOGRPHIC CHANNEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.....my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting time last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I realised that you can actually get to clementi from Jurong East by taking 52 at the interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;br /&gt;ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind you, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;My brother jumping on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Yes. In India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you name your future daughter?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Any winter plans for 2009?&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;I nvr get tired of doing that do i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#33CC00;"&gt;Laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Does anyone know your facebook password?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/can&gt;&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/3071776993404898663-1062825111344064796?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/1062825111344064796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-quizd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1062825111344064796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/1062825111344064796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-quizd.html' title='First quiz:D'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-933924381595209753</id><published>2009-08-18T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:36:13.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to post, and so do you. (haha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A bit out of colour, as Technicolor broke down recently. (No lah) Just that I'm lazy to insert colour. I have really nothing to blog about though. "My well of inspiration shrunk into a thimble of mediocrity" Did I get it right? I don't think so. How about "My well of inspiration became a thimble a mediocrity"? Maybe that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thought of something fun to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Things to say when you run out of ideas for compositions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration got drained dry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration got stolen by the guy who sat next to me (no offense wx, not refering to you)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration was polluted after someone died in it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration was frozen solid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration, erm... Where's the bucket?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration had an extremely long queue to the char kway teow stall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration had evaporated"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration had been used to put out the fire at the house opposite (no offense again wx)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration was under servicing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration had fish inside and I didn't want to put the bucket in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration was sold to the guy sitting next to me (no offense really! I just wanted to refer to a random person near, and by random I mean unknown)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration was built on state land, and the government evicted me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration got damaged after the bull tied to the other well rammed into it (locus of the bull keeping the string taut)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration was used as a &lt;i&gt;very convenient&lt;/i&gt; toilet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration has dead fish floating on top"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration is bubbling"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration has been refurbished as a diving area"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration is to dimly lit, and I haven't got my pocket money"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration is home to a angelfish, a stonefish, a starfish and a clown"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration is currently the filming location of "Crime Watch""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration stinks so badly that the bull died after ramming into it, not due to concussion but suffocation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration reportedly is an ancient gold mine, and they're now draining it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration had its water replaced by green tea"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration reflects light so well that it blinds whenever I look into it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"My well of inspiration is too small and cannot fit through my ear, and it spills, so that explains the mess on the floor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jollyfrog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-933924381595209753?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/933924381595209753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-to-post-and-so-do-you-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/933924381595209753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/933924381595209753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-to-post-and-so-do-you-haha.html' title='I have to post, and so do you. (haha)'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-7121657127391902614</id><published>2009-08-17T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:10:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is just weird</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to get my point across................ &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Marlett;"&gt;i am glad that you spent your precious time decoding this. the funny thing about this is that by the time you realise that this says nothing, its too late for you to stop reading it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Marlett;"&gt;------------------------------youdumbass-------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Marlett;"&gt;erm no offence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Marlett;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3071776993404898663-7121657127391902614?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/7121657127391902614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-just-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7121657127391902614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/7121657127391902614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-just-weird.html' title='This is just weird'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6278925314017837368</id><published>2009-08-07T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T22:22:30.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class photo 070809</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Snw4dIShVsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k6F543DsikQ/s1600-h/m09107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Snw4dIShVsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k6F543DsikQ/s400/m09107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367226929011316418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m09107, 070809.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For more photos go to my blog, too lazy to post.&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/3071776993404898663-6278925314017837368?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6278925314017837368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-photo-070809.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6278925314017837368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/6278925314017837368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/08/class-photo-070809.html' title='Class photo 070809'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L_8HZ6PXie0/Snw4dIShVsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/k6F543DsikQ/s72-c/m09107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-879330857962222748</id><published>2009-07-21T18:23:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:27:43.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Prob with blogger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color:#A9A9A9;"&gt;Hallo :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cc00; font-family: trebuchet MS"&gt;Ze Xuan says blogger has a problem and I&lt;br /&gt;see it now. But I managed to try and&lt;br /&gt;post this anyway lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color:#00cc00;"&gt;Thank god I know a bit of html &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color:#29AB87"&gt;(Oh nvr mind I sorta fixed it.&lt;br /&gt;Just type,&lt;br /&gt;see where the letters are&lt;br /&gt;purposely error in the html :D,&lt;br /&gt;and a bigger box will appear so you can change your font and colour &lt;br&gt; [its the html format)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color:#00cc00;"&gt;I've decided not to post on my own blog because I wanna w8 until the Eclipse 2morrow :D &lt;br /&gt;Remember your cameras :D&lt;br /&gt;A lotta ppl say its bad luck 0.0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e0ffff; font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt; I initially wanted to put a quiz&lt;br /&gt;(therefore annoying zx who really wants to know where I get my quizzes from) but Im gonna have to w8 one more day.&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am posting this aimless post is to test my knowledge of html. Sorry for wasting blog space (And I want to take a break from endless Maths)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Spell your name without an E,R,S,H,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N,T,B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: trebuchet ms"&gt;W Xu. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt;2. Are you single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Yups.&lt;br /&gt;Single and loving it :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt;3. What is your favourite number? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;From 1 to 100: 96&lt;br /&gt;From 101 - infinity: 782 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt;4.What is your favourite colour? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Light Blue, Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt;5. Least favourite color? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Don have.&lt;br /&gt;The colour I don really like is dark, yellowish green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt; 6. What are you listening to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;My breathing.&lt;br /&gt;My typing.&lt;br /&gt;My love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A693"&gt; 7. Are you happy with your life right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Yes and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;8. Are you involved with anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;These quizzes are never specific.&lt;br /&gt;In business, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;9. What is your favourite subject in school? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Should be Biology :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;10. Do you have money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Get allowance already got money lor :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;11. Are you gay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Yes. I am veri happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;12. Are You emo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;13. Where do you wish you were right now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;Floating in a sweet lemonade swimming pool,&lt;br /&gt;While eating Potato Chips (Barbeque Flavor)&lt;br /&gt;My fantasies are very specific :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #00A550"&gt;14. If you had to get a tattoo, where would you want it and what would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms"&gt;If I really had to, it would be:&lt;br /&gt;My name (Laughter) in a very stylized fashion on my arm.&lt;br /&gt;(Im too tired to bring out Character Map)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-family: trebuchet ms; color:#A9A9A9;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Declan Laughter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-879330857962222748?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/879330857962222748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/07/hallo-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/879330857962222748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/879330857962222748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/07/hallo-d.html' title='Prob with blogger?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-6989643414400379680</id><published>2009-07-19T10:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:35:34.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Someone asked me where I get all my quizzes from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Its still a secret :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is a quiz from Daryl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can predict that at least 90% of these are "innocent".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RULE 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can only say Guilty or Innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;RULE 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not allowed to explain anything unless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;someone messages you and asks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Asked someone to marry you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kissed one of your Facebook friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Danced on a table in a bar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;GUILTY (um...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever told a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had feelings for someone whom you can't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever kissed someone of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;INNOCENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(hahaha :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(I had this obsession with touching everything with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my mouth when I was about 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Slept in until 5 PM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Held a snake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(And it was Nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been suspended from school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Worked at a fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stolen from a store?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been fired from a job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Done something you regret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Caught a snowflake on your tongue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kissed someone you shouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Myself [Nah])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(My Beloved Stitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shaved your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Slept naked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Had a boxing membership?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Been in a band?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY (Im not sure...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY (Water Gun :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Donated blood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(and I didn like it :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eaten alligator meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eaten cheesecake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still love someone you shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Have/had a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Real tattoos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Liked someone, but will never tell who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been too honest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ruined a surprise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(So now you know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ate in a restaurant and got really bloated that you cant walk afterwards?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Erased someone in your friends list?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dressed in a woman's clothes (if your a guy) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or man's clothes (if your a girl)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(hahaha anyway a lot of ppl say i (can) look like a girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joined a pageant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Been told that you're handsome or beautiful by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;someone who totally meant what they said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(she was 6 years old :/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Had communication w/ your ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don have an ex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dating someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Get totally drunk one night and you have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;an important exam tomorrow morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Im too old to get drunk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A total stranger treat you by paying your jeepney/tricycle fare?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INNOCENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Maybe one day :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Get totally angry that you cried so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUILTY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gonna tag a lot of people for this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;GUILTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, That was way more guilt than my body can handle :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Remember: Guilty until proven innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;~ Epitomous Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-6989643414400379680?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/6989643414400379680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-8350306805229354630</id><published>2009-07-11T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T16:35:17.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wx&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Huge Black Truths</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Salutations,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes (that was a lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakshows.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?&lt;br /&gt;No. I am not homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;I know 2 people named Matthew though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;can&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11+, creating nonsense w/ photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Home is where the freaks are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I always thought it was mistletoe...&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Calling or texting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting. I feel awkward when I talk to ppl over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;lHow do you feel about dr pepper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A few days ago, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hm...A huge photo book of undersea marine life...&lt;br /&gt;By my father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random user from photobucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random person letting her dog shit on a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I died yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Nah. that sounds emoooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;No, it wasnt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes if its weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Angry about maximum text size of 17px.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my globe accidentally broke after i dropped it.&lt;br /&gt;Now Singapore is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour, Camera, Books :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No. I am paranoid (too much Drama Serials)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's frend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok" My Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do you feel now about your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring yet unexpectedly colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont hate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;messages from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Can you easily tell if someones fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, in slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand / Everytime -Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Wanna have kids before you’re 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretend to be sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way, way, way too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt. She found my lost thumbdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Whens the next time you will see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, i doubt i will ever see that person again till september.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, but i feel it can be improved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, No *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete: My Sister's Keeper&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete: The Host&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Clothes? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Everything precious to me is at my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a secret :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Did you have an exciting time last weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I forgot what I did though :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I've crawled through a picture frame though :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I don like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Music while scoffing sweet / salty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Will this weekend be a good one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Cuz my violin teach isn coming :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see a rainbow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fren has.&lt;br /&gt;He wore a pinafold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Look behind you, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My butterfly kite that hasn been used in 6 years *nostalgia*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What would you name your future daughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I adopt her,&lt;br /&gt;I shall use her own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Any winter plans for 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go somewher when autumn is ending,&lt;br /&gt;then stay until winter and enjoy the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheat an old lady of $50'000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eat Crap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See the response for No.1 which is obviously a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Does anyone know your facebook password?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;~ Kaleidoscopic Laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3071776993404898663-8350306805229354630?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/8350306805229354630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/07/huge-black-truths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8350306805229354630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/8350306805229354630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/07/huge-black-truths.html' title='Huge Black Truths'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2475866435439620745</id><published>2009-07-06T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:48:53.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jollyfrog&apos;s posts'/><title type='text'>Now where did that freaking newspaper go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hi all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Seems like a very long time since the last post... Cos of countless reasons: homework, busy, television, school, computer broke down, laziness, internet got problem, dinnertime, toilet, more televison etc... (Ok seriously I dun watch so much TV... All the nice shows ended...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gah... I'm bored... Can't do maths... Cos firstly we only have to do till page 7 and secondly I have no idea what are inverse matrices... (on pg 12 or 13 or 14 i dunno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For bored people, try this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://dan-ball.jp/en/javagame/dust/"&gt;Press...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For boreder people (no such word actually) try playing with nichrome wire (yay!)... Dun burn your hands (oww...), and dun try putting it on the toilet seat and burn some poor guy's butt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;My mum just bought some weird plant from some random gardening store... My father has been moaning the while evening about it (cos he was the one who was moving it)... I can't believe ahe spent twenty dollars for that plant and another twenty dollars for that worthless piece of ceramic?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;("Oh that freaking fan?!" &lt;em&gt;Gets off the chair and turns it off..&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;("Ooh look, there's a remote!")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm still looking for aluminium wire... I have no idea why it totally dissappeared off the shelves of DIY stores and Daiso... (No!!!) I thought aluminium was cheaper than copper or steel, so it should be easily available right? Did the world run out of aluminium???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;............................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guess what I found while looking for aluminium: &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com.sg/HAND-MADE-FROG-ALUMINUM-WIRE-ART-HANDCRAFTED-ANIMAL_W0QQitemZ400041489089QQcmdZViewItemQQptZArt_Sculpture?hash=item5d2454b2c1&amp;amp;_trksid=p4634.c0.m14&amp;amp;_trkparms=%7C301%3A0%7C293%3A1%7C294%3A30"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It would defintely look nice on my table... (As if I'm gonna buy it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another random video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCIp7eo4MvY"&gt;Ebay song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another random video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTvVMKBh0ME&amp;amp;feature=fvw"&gt;Hippo sings in Punjabi!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Another random video: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Si6CHruMn7c"&gt;Terrorist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2475866435439620745?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/feeds/2475866435439620745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-where-did-that-freaking-newspaper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2475866435439620745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3071776993404898663/posts/default/2475866435439620745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://09107.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-where-did-that-freaking-newspaper.html' title='Now where did that freaking newspaper go?'/><author><name>Mo91o7</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01326077819006377122</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-445458431815847380</id><published>2009-06-13T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:02:58.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sparring!</title><content type='html'>i notice that no one's posting anymore. its been ages, SOMEONE POST. and the holiday's boring, and the school day's stressing, argh. I need to find smth to do-- mostly i while away time reading, or at the com. doing a bit of homework. still haven't done sui bi. sigh sigh sigh. anyways, have smth to post about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sparred for the first time today, in taekwondo ( yay...) okok, I know. I see the question mark thingies over your heads ( that sounded weird) yeah, decided to take it up ( what? last year?) for excercise. I mean i was actually in wushu in nanyang( didn't win any medals, didn't come close ) so i thought i needed excercise even though i have soccer cos that's only once a week. and didn't want to waste martial art background cos their all roughly the same anyway. taekwondo's easier. more kicks, less stances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. back to topic. first sparring. which means first time fighting against others. mostly i think you're supposed to kick. kinda early to do sparring, actually, cos im only yellow belt and sparring's not until green  ( it goes, white, yellow tip, yellow, green tip, green, blue tip, blue, red tip [or brown], red, black tip [dunno whether have or not] black, first dan, second dan ....... i think ninth or tenth dan is the last)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, some green belt guy needed an opponent and the instructor just chose me ( wonder why?) then he reminded the guy i was only yellow belt ( then he got this relieved sigh, i was kind of indignant) well, watching others spar, you're supposed to kick, retreat, and block. i did only one. kick. i just kept advancing, refused to back down at all, until i was so close i could've punched the guy in the face, but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was no contact sparring, which is kind of pointless because i can't really control well. anyway, we were in a kind of lock, close but trying to kick each other still. I got kicked quite a few times but i didn't really care cos it hardly hurt. which was part of the reason why i kept advancing, cos i wasn't scared, or hurting. the instructor reminded me that i wasn't supposed to let him kick me, so i retreated a bit. anyway, spent the time avoiding about 3 kicks? then after that he kind of got tired and i did my advance advance advance thingy. managed to get in 2 high kicks, to the head :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well he did managed to kick me btwn the legs, but being a girl, it didn't hurt (yay) so while people did some jeering or wadever i just advanced more, he seemed to think i would double up in pain or smth, even tho some guy in the crowd who was from my guitar class said "oh. its that girl again."  so, it was right turning kick, left turning kick, right, left etc. I tried a side kick once but couldn't pull it off well due ot time and space constraint ( turning kick faster) heard some ppl who were watching ( 2 white, 2 yellow tip, 1 red tip) wonder aloud about the turning kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, the instructor, when i told him i didn't know how to spar, said just do turning kicks. which was exactly what i did. i guess i should have done front kick too. anyway, it ended, we bowed, and the instrustor repeated. "just yellow belt only" and then"why are you panting?" i pointed out that i was panting too, but i guess it was meant to tell the green belt he was too weak ( yay me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, all in all , felt a bit winded, think he managed  akick to the stomach area, but other wise fine, panting, and decidedly i like sparring as long as im allowed to keep advancing and see the other guy almost helpless (even tho im quite helpless too, too close) joined friends ( fellow yellow belts) who were laughing about "kick until no mother's day", and then "more like cannot pee" etc. etc. (" mother's day and pee is different place one blahblahblahblah") but, no problem. just peed in the shower anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkwardyeah?&lt;br /&gt;physics alien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-445458431815847380?l=09107.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3071776993404898663.post-2104950062914086983</id><published>2009-06-09T12:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T13:11:39.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another quiz... bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;copied from zx and therefore same colour :)&lt;br /&gt;Spell your name without vowels:yntng (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;What color do you wear most?: all except green, purple, and pink ( i think)&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite color?: purple, pink ( muahaha)&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?: my maid cooking and my super loud wall fan&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your life right now?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite class in school?: no idea, fine with all i s'pose&lt;br /&gt;When do you start back at school/college?: July. or maybe june 30. no idea again&lt;br /&gt;Are you outgoing?: Dunno&lt;br /&gt;Favorite pair of shoes?: Sandals too&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were right now?:  super big bouncy castle with trampoline :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE CANS:&lt;br /&gt;Can you dance?: Not properly, no&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a cherry stem with your mouth?: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?: Yes, not very well tho&lt;br /&gt;Write with both hands?: yes, backward preferred for left&lt;br /&gt;Walk with your toes curled?: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THE DO'S:&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is life on other planets?: Yes, maybe&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in miracles?: Yes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in magic?: Yes, i red lots of story books about them XD&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?: Yes, i think&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan?: Yes, for punishment&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Santa?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to swim?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?: depends, really. yes, sometiems&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could handle the stuff they eat on those reality shows?: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THE HAVES:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked someone out?: Frens&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been asked out by someone?: ditto&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the ocean?: dunno, actually&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever painted your nails?: err my cousin pianted my left thumb with transparent nail polish once, could hardly see a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THE WHATS:&lt;br /&gt;What is the temperature outside?: Around 30 degrees celsius?&lt;br /&gt;What radio station do you listen to?: 987 fm :)&lt;br /&gt;What was the last restaurant you ate at?: Trapizza yesterday night :)&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you bought?: Soy bean ice cream from mr bean&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing on TV you watched?: The ultimatum (cheers, wx)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;THE WHOS:&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you IM'd?: ages ago, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?: My maid, last night when i was palying with her phone&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you said I love you to?: mum i think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;CRYING SECTION:&lt;br /&gt;Ever really cried your heart out?: Yes, i think, define "heart out"&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep?: No, dun think so, i stop before falling asleep&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?: No, why shoulder, tho? so hard...&lt;br /&gt;Ever cried over the opposite sex?: My bro hitting me so hard i cried?&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry when you get an injury?: see above&lt;br /&gt;Do certain songs make you cry?: books yes, songs, feel like it but i don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a happy person?: yeah, ithnk, would like it&lt;br /&gt;What can make you happy?: lots of stuff&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were happier?: i guess&lt;br /&gt;Can music make you happy?: yeah. sad, sometimes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LOVE SECTION.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you had your heart broken?: none that i recall&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that you'd die for them? mum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;LOOK AT ME.&lt;br /&gt;What is your current hair color?: Black&lt;br /&gt;Current piercings?: both ears, not planning on anymore-- so troublesome&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos?: hope to in the future ( forearms would be goos except i cant hide them if i want)&lt;br /&gt;Eye color?: Brown/black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;Been to jail: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Mooned someone: er, not out of my extended family, or if i did , not on purpose ( ppl peeking into toilets can't be my fault right?)&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you cried: No, i dun think so&lt;br /&gt;Cried in school: Pri 1. i think i did some other time too but i forgot. not nice memories&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in a store: No, dun think so&lt;br /&gt;Done something really stupid that you still laugh at today: Not that i remember which means i cant laugh at today, which means.. No&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No, suppose it would be more comfortable tho. sadly water in public pools is so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;IN A BOY/GIRL:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite eye color: can't imagine any other than balck, living in s'pore&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: short, i suppose. i generally dislike long hair&lt;br /&gt;Height: taller than me, i suppose, awkward otherwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Best clothing: I dun care... ( agreed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: burger king&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: both, equal proportion&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries or Blueberries: Blueberries&lt;br /&gt;Meat or Veggies: Both, its all food right?&lt;br /&gt;TV or Movie: TV-- more variety&lt;br /&gt;Guitar or Drums?: Guitar since i play it. wouldn't mind learning drums either&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Adidas&lt;br /&gt;Chinese or Mexican: Mexican&lt;br /&gt;Cheerios or Corn Flakes: Cheerios for a change, seeing as I've never tasted them b4&lt;br /&gt;Cake or Pie: both&lt;br /&gt;MTV or VH1: MTV. wads VH1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics alien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3071776993404898663-2
