<?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-2410183334874750742</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:42:48.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert witty blog title here*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-6909313615141271575</id><published>2009-10-05T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:13:53.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are here! . . . hope everyone is studying hard and working hard to do their best... meanwhile, im going to bitch about myself and wallow in self pity, so take this as a notice, of sorts. if you hate such things, leave my blog. not that there are many who would be here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first, i hate exams. i hate how our entire future should be determined by how close our written words match that of an answer sheet. its so annoying. to study. to work hard. lol. i think im spoiled. im so lazy, i dont do work and even then i have the nerve to ask for things. there should be reward only with risk. returns only when there's something to return. when you dont give anything, how can you expect to take? lol. *emo* *suicide* *depression*. gah. what depressive words. lol. perfect example: im writing this 2 days before my exams start, when i should spend this time studying. i love that i am alive. i love my friends, i do love my life, i do love my parents, i do love my dogs, i do love everything i have. i admire the courage my mum had to bring me up singlehandedly, and to go on. i will acknowledge that it wasnt easy. and she only has one child, which is me. which is also one of the main reasons i canNOT allow any self-damaging thoughts to come to mind. being the only child, she will rely on me when i grow old. i do not have any sibling that i could hope to push the responsibility to. i hate responsibility. i remember, in primary school i didnt want to be a monitor for that very reason. didnt want to be a prefect either, nor a councillor. just 'that other guy' you see as you walk the street. lol. turns out everyone has to work hard at some point, and earn money. especially me. i gotta support peoplez! gah. what a long blog(for me). man. also im already 15 so even if they have a kid now its not gonna be not-tough. man. God just kill me. its not like you havent done such a thing before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-6909313615141271575?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6909313615141271575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6909313615141271575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6909313615141271575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-here.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-3382934841733639208</id><published>2009-09-30T08:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:48:19.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well its kind of late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY CORIN BIRTHDAY BUDDY(lol) =DDDDDDDDDDDDDD SORRY I DIDNT GET YOU ANYTHING BUT I WILL LATER I [I]PROMISE[/I](you can trust this) AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVELYN LOL I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY HERE! im not with these things. uhm! CORIN I HOPE YOU HAD FUN AT MY/OUR PARTEHHHHHHHHAHAHWHEDEFSDNM1!@$!##@!!! ^^ AND GOOD LUCK WITH TDJFFRSN LOL AND HOPE UR BDAY WISH COMES TRUE AND EVELYN! UHM! .   .   .   GOOD LUCK WITH . . . BAND? O.O &gt;&lt; im un-awesome that way. AND TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT!!! IM NOT GOOD AT SURPRISES!!!!!!!!!!!! SRSLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!! &gt;=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-3382934841733639208?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3382934841733639208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-its-kind-of-late-but-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/3382934841733639208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/3382934841733639208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-its-kind-of-late-but-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-5828102481381246382</id><published>2009-09-03T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:29:20.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO I KNOW; MY BIRTHDAY IS ON 19 SEPTEMBER, I WILL BE CELEBRATING IT ON THAT EXACT DAY, AT MY HOUSE. WHOEVER IS COMING PLEASE LET ME KNOW. SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-5828102481381246382?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5828102481381246382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5828102481381246382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-to-all-people-who-i-know-my.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-1520456053486033765</id><published>2009-08-14T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:33:56.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but yesterday was an even better day. WAHAHA. thats all goodbye =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-1520456053486033765?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1520456053486033765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-yesterday-was-even-better-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1520456053486033765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1520456053486033765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-yesterday-was-even-better-day.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-8715056079531733146</id><published>2009-08-12T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T06:15:29.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes hi. today was a great day. well, somewhat. i think its great cos im actually adding to my blog. which is an amazing feat no matter what. yea. i went to buy sth today =X yay and ytd was damn funny cos my classmate is an idiot, den i sitting beside the backdoor, laugh until the door open, then laugh harder. damn stupid sia. AND TODAY I HAVE FAMOUS AMOS! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-8715056079531733146?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8715056079531733146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8715056079531733146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8715056079531733146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-8971838633345123444</id><published>2009-07-22T08:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:30:33.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yoz omg i have a newpost!!!!!!!!!!! !            ! anyway today there was like supposed to be a solar eclipse today at 8 45 or 8 53 or 8 62 am or 7 71 or whatevrrrrrrrrr but before we at montfort could see any kind of celestial shit we were blocked by rainclouds. my class was like there, solar eclipse. sun kena block out le wad right? lol. then during physics my teacher was rly angry but i like him cos he doesnt go frickin bonkers and scream at the class, he just punishes us in a horrible way which is even worse but at least he doesnt make a big fuss out of it or anything but he was really pissed anyway so as punishment there was a pop quiz of which the marks would go into our CA. wee. then during the test i saw a split second of a flash and DAMN there was the biggest frickin wave of thunder i ever felt in my life. its like the entire class vibrated and i didnt go to school today lolmol bleh screw this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-8971838633345123444?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8971838633345123444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/yoz-omg-i-have-newpost-anyway-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8971838633345123444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8971838633345123444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/yoz-omg-i-have-newpost-anyway-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-7252413005039443098</id><published>2009-07-21T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T07:43:58.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somebody cried, when dumbledore died~</title><content type='html'>hi future me who will be reading this eventually. im too lazy to blog. gah. ytd i went to keiths housee went for a movie went back to keiths house and went home. other things happened but i cant type it cos of its potential to be used agaisnt me by keith, whom i dont blackmail at all. how evil of him. i could care less, but i dont. today i had difficulty walking because my legs were burning. like the flames of hell. that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-7252413005039443098?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7252413005039443098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-cried-when-dumbledore-died.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7252413005039443098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7252413005039443098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/somebody-cried-when-dumbledore-died.html' title='somebody cried, when dumbledore died~'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-7871839780450098274</id><published>2009-07-09T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:47:25.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.Which is your favourite color out of : red,black,blue,green n yellow? Blue.&lt;br /&gt;2.Your first initial? B&lt;br /&gt;3.Your month of birth? You will never know.&lt;br /&gt;4.Which color do you like more,black or white? Black&lt;br /&gt;5.Name of a person of the same sex as yours. Marvyn&lt;br /&gt;6.Your favourite number? 131&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you like Flying or Driving more? Diving&lt;br /&gt;8.Do you like lake or the ocean more? River&lt;br /&gt;9.Write down a wish(a realistic one). I wish I had my tabs back(idc if its not realistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers:&lt;br /&gt;1.If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;Red - You are alert and your life is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;Black - You are conservative and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Green - Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back.&lt;br /&gt;Blue - You are spontaneous and love and kisses and affection from the ones you&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - You are a very happy person and give good advice to those who are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you chose: (i dont know about you guys but i didnt choose my first initial)&lt;br /&gt;A-K : You have a lot of love and friendships in your life.&lt;br /&gt;L-R : You try to enjoy your life to the maximum &amp; your love life is soon to(what?!)&lt;br /&gt;S-Z : You like to help others and your future love life looks very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.If you are born in:&lt;br /&gt;Jan-Mar : The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;April-June : You will have a strong love relationship that will not last long but the memories will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;July-Sep : You will have a great year and will experience a major life-changing experience for the good.&lt;br /&gt;Oct-Dec : Your love life will not be great,but eventually you will find your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you chose:&lt;br /&gt;BLACK!: You have done more evil than good in your life.&lt;br /&gt;WHITE!: You have done more good than evil in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.This person is your best friend.(ok this is bullshit. this whole test is bullshit. who the hell created this?! stick to facebook, dammit.)&lt;br /&gt;6.This is how many close friends you have in your lifetime. OKAY THIS JUST PROVES IT. i dont even have that many friends, much less CLOSE friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.If you choose:&lt;br /&gt;Flying : You like adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Driving : You are a laid back person.&lt;br /&gt;Diving : You like laid-back adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If you choose:&lt;br /&gt;Lake : You are loyal to your friends and your lover and are very reserved.&lt;br /&gt;Ocean : You are a spontaneous and like to please people.&lt;br /&gt;River : You are a spontaneously loyal person(yay me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.This wish will come true if you tag this to five people in one hour .&lt;br /&gt;Ten people and your wish will come true before your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks it wasnt realistic to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this test was completely bullshit. It doesnt pass. At all. Yea i added some things but that doesnt hurt. bleh. goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-7871839780450098274?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7871839780450098274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7871839780450098274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7871839780450098274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/1.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-8812309103228088451</id><published>2009-07-04T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T13:32:48.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello and congratulations for discovery this extremely hidden blog. meh. so yea. school is back. and it kind of sucked. my mom needs to be more considering of me. let me tell you what happened. on the first day of school, i was late, so my mum sent me to school. there were like 2 long lines of late ppl there also, so guess what my mum did? in front of over 30 students, she took a picture. and the lines were so close that everyone could hear the phone make the camerasnap sound. like wth. then late alre, we had to go assemble at some area then take our temperatures. stupid h1n1. oh well. at least can waste time. and i was late my third time on thursday. then the dmw as saying how singapore schools max late times is 3. and i was like wth lol i wasted all my chances for 1 year in a week. ya okay thats it i dont like blogging. keith is sleeping over =D goodnight world! and no, there is still no picture. bleh you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-8812309103228088451?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8812309103228088451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-and-congratulations-for-discovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8812309103228088451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8812309103228088451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-and-congratulations-for-discovery.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-1058960816292789139</id><published>2009-05-22T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:51:18.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so I just watched Angels &amp; Demons, and I have concluded that this is simply further proof that the LHC will mark the end of the world. Technology at its peak will kill us all. The discovery of the Higg's boson was perhaps not meant to be. Because of CERN, our doomsday will be around September this year. Hopefully it's after my birthday. I don't have much to say. Hm. Tag me I guess. If you're reading, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-1058960816292789139?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1058960816292789139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-so-i-just-watched-angels-demons-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1058960816292789139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1058960816292789139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-so-i-just-watched-angels-demons-and.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-5572851145446531573</id><published>2009-05-01T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:00:07.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>yea, meh. i just thought i havent blogged in almost years, so im typing this out. oh well. so yea its been really long alre, but my school won nationals for badminton. i think its the 8th in a row or something. screw RI. we totally pwned them. okay, not totally. it was 3:2. yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i dont really have much else to blog about. happy dayafterlabourdayday. my life is really boring. oh, and happy birthday. YOUKNOWWHO. k. thanks for reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-5572851145446531573?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5572851145446531573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/05/meh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5572851145446531573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5572851145446531573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/05/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-6892520760645712496</id><published>2009-04-20T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:57:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i refuse to leave my house for anything unecessary until the day i die. or 3 months. whichever comes first. singapore is too small. and no one would believe me. ever. life does not suck. its humans who made living suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-6892520760645712496?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6892520760645712496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-refuse-to-leave-my-house-for-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6892520760645712496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6892520760645712496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-refuse-to-leave-my-house-for-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-1506977162187353266</id><published>2009-04-17T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T09:34:41.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hacking</title><content type='html'>I GIVE UP. MY TELNET DOES NOT WORK. And I don't know how to use/get SSH. my new goal in life is to learn all naruto seals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT. too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-1506977162187353266?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1506977162187353266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hacking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1506977162187353266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1506977162187353266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hacking.html' title='hacking'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-5122731664044810958</id><published>2009-04-17T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:55:56.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yea apparently there are more than a thousand ways your computer can be harshly violated through. because i have nothing better to do with my life, I WILL LEARN. ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-5122731664044810958?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5122731664044810958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yea-apparently-there-are-more-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5122731664044810958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5122731664044810958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yea-apparently-there-are-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-7654051027539147272</id><published>2009-04-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T06:57:08.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, world.</title><content type='html'>yes, hi. yes, i know its hard for you to say hi back, so save yourself the trouble =D&lt;br /&gt;i went to the hospital today, world. the HPB one. i was recommended by some woman a while ago, when my school's sec 3 underwent a schoolwide health checkup. apparently something's wrong with my back. so anyway, because of a cough and some flu, i took an MC and skipped school today. i guess that means more time to finish my work. the appointment was at 4 20. my dad picked me up from toa payoh, where i had got my mc as well as bought famous amos. butterscotch = uber. do you like butterscotch, world? man i sound delusional talking to this 'world'. so anyway, we reached at 3 40土. not like it matter what time we reached. i got this ticket thing, went to the counter and got a piece of paper. that paper had the number 1641 on another piece of paper attached to it. then the counterlady told me to wait for room 21. my turn came, and turns out they had to measure my height, weight, and sitting height for what purpose i swear i have no clue. then after taking that i had to wait outside again for room 20. geez. i dont even know why im writing this. lets skip to the interesting parts. HPB has a 'happy room', which sounds freaky, i had to wear what jim carrey wore in YES MAN!(my butt was NOT exposed), i got an Xray, my spine is curved 10土º. if u draw a straight line down the bump is towards the left. doc says its fine. im supposed to go back there again in 6 months. like hell. if i went back there again i'd probably be sent to the happy room for being too 'sad'. anyway the whole thing took 1 hour. wow.&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, knowing that keith can do 27 pullups has just killed any more hope for improving my life. thank you world for listening. please just let me die of old age, though. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, just kill me. i'll write my will sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-7654051027539147272?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7654051027539147272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7654051027539147272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7654051027539147272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-world.html' title='hello, world.'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-1934843284214424452</id><published>2009-03-29T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:29:20.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day for now</title><content type='html'>Hi. I'm posting this cos well I hardly post any real posts. Not that it matters; no one ever comes -.- yes, it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; somewhat depressing. so anyway yea I have level camp this next four days. We were all forced to pay 180 dollars. I repeat, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;forced.&lt;/span&gt; As in, we had NO choice whatsoever. This was simply imposed on us. Furthermore, if we bring our handphones or whatever we will be sent back with no compensation whatsoever. One hundred and eighty dollars. That's my allowance for a whole month, dammit. Needless to say I will attempt to sneak it in nonetheless, probably hide it in my underwear and, considering there are so many ways to find out what's hiding in your underwear, I'd sue them if they find out. Unless someone powerless finds out and reports me. Then's I'd just cry myself to death. Or capsize the kayak and drown. I hate camp. How can they legally force us to pay 180, anyway?! A full 180. It better be worth it. It just better. FUISDSJKING CAMP. Fnck YOU ANDREW TAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-1934843284214424452?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1934843284214424452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1934843284214424452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1934843284214424452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-for-now.html' title='Last day for now'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-1015879306746150991</id><published>2009-03-22T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:58:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is called 50 FIRST REACTIONS. Type what comes to your mind FIRST whenever you see these 50 words. Don't think and don't go back and change. Doesn't matter how random it is, just type it! Repost it for all of your (bored) friends. Consider yourself tagged if you are reading this!&lt;br /&gt;1. Beer: beer bottle&lt;br /&gt;2. Food: chicken&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationships: heart shape thing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your CRUSH: The Incredible Hulk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Power Rangers: all five standing in a row. blue is on the left when you look at them, red is in the middle(obviously), yellow and pink are on the right. i dont know what happened to the last one. he shall be the Lost Ranger.&lt;br /&gt;6. Life: fountain of life. dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;7. The President: IS BLACK. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;8. Yummy: there was no first thing. however, the included were: vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cars: lightning mcqueen. Oh my God.&lt;br /&gt;10. Movies: popcorn&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: pimpkin in a wizard hat.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sex: too long to write&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: allows its creators' sons to walk on water. No shit. Today will be the birth of Bechorathism. Though it will be annoying as hell if my son tries to scuba dive.&lt;br /&gt;14. Hate: nondescript&lt;br /&gt;15. Fear: girls! RGHARGHARGHAGR&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: white. so much white.&lt;br /&gt;17. Blondes: dumb. stereotypical, but this quiz DID ask for my &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; reaction&lt;br /&gt;18. Slippers: slippers.&lt;br /&gt;19. Shoes: i must have new sandals.&lt;br /&gt;20. Asians: are über. WHO THE HELL INVENTED DIGIMON AND ANIME, BITCH?!&lt;br /&gt;21. Pass time: walking by my clock.&lt;br /&gt;22. One night stand: No way in hell I'm gonna stand for that long.&lt;br /&gt;23. My cell Phone: is extremely sexy, yet cannot video call. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;24. Smoke: smoke. &lt;br /&gt;25. Fantasy: final fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;26. College: money&lt;br /&gt;27. High school life: omg. dont remind me.&lt;br /&gt;28. Pajamas: long sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;29. Stars: many white dots in the dark sky. now that im typing this out its like an analogy to gaijins in india.&lt;br /&gt;30. Center: no firsts.&lt;br /&gt;31. Alcohol: another beer bottle.&lt;br /&gt;32. The word love: spelled backwards can be pronounced EVOL.&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends: are amazingly sexy. i muz has moar.&lt;br /&gt;34. Money: that wad of cash i always see in cartoons and tv shows. dey mus be lazurd.&lt;br /&gt;35. Heartache: Breakin' - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;36. Time: is irrelavant. Considering how linear it is as applied to us, it really is. ALSO; WONDERFUL THEORY: The more time passes by, the faster it does. basically, the older you get, the faster you grow. or, the older you get, the faster time flies. and more bullshit like that.&lt;br /&gt;37. Divorce: hm. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs: CHLOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;39. Undies: . . . This information is classified and will remain indisclosed, except to people I am about to bed, and close family members.&lt;br /&gt;40. Parents: Überlicious(how digusting does that sound?!)&lt;br /&gt;41. Babies: annoyances.&lt;br /&gt;42. Ex: trem: ely: cool: that: ,: I: am: .:&lt;br /&gt;43. Song: Jizz in my Pants&lt;br /&gt;44. Color: BLEUUUFHDSUH, which reminds me. fosters home for imaginary friends should be on sometime.&lt;br /&gt;45. Weddings: boring.&lt;br /&gt;46. Pizza: hawaii&lt;br /&gt;47. Hangout: I don't have one. Thanks for reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;48. Rest: everyday.&lt;br /&gt;49. Goal: I don't have one. Thanks for reminding me about that too.&lt;br /&gt;50. Inspiration: Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER...?&lt;br /&gt;1. Pierce your nose or tongue? why?&lt;br /&gt;Toungue. My nose is leaking enough as it is. Pierce another hole? YOu've got to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be serious or be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously funny ;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink whole or skim milk?&lt;br /&gt;Now, neither. I have like a diarrhea allergy to milk. This is bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;4. Die in a fire or get shot?&lt;br /&gt;Do I die from getting shot?&lt;br /&gt;1. Sun or moon?&lt;br /&gt;Moon. It's like way sexier.&lt;br /&gt;2. Winter or Fall?&lt;br /&gt;WINTER.&lt;br /&gt;3. Left or right?&lt;br /&gt;Middle.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunny or rainy?&lt;br /&gt;Rainy. So I can stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;5. Peach or Pear?&lt;br /&gt;Peach. Keith chose pear.&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?&lt;br /&gt;Twirl. Who cuts spaghetti?!&lt;br /&gt;7. Do You Cook?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;8. Current mood?&lt;br /&gt;Regretting not doing my holiday homework, and regretting now so that in the near future as I confess to my teacher/make up another excuse, I do not need to feel regret and therefore have a better state of mind with which to come up with an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST WEEK HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;1. Kissed someone?&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, once again, for reminding me of the loser that I am.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sang?&lt;br /&gt;Yea. meh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Been hugged?&lt;br /&gt;I guess. Wait, yes.&lt;br /&gt;4. Danced Crazy?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;5. Cried?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-1015879306746150991?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/1015879306746150991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-called-50-first-reactions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1015879306746150991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/1015879306746150991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-called-50-first-reactions.html' title=''/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-7150420494951332217</id><published>2009-03-19T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:38:44.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some question thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;tagged&lt;/s&gt; stolen from keith&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Fill in the blanks! Continue the sentences. It's fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;After that tag as many people as you want to do this. :D&lt;br /&gt;1. In case of a fire you: finish whatever game i'm playing. i want to die happy. if the fire destroys my game, i will kill the fire.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you see a dead cat on the road you: point and laugh(im kidding im not that cruel... usually.)&lt;br /&gt;3. When you see an aeroplane coming to crash into your house you: hijack the damn thing and fly to hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;4. In a fight, you: Alt+Tab&lt;br /&gt;5. If you're bored you: play moar game. LAZUR OVARLODE&lt;br /&gt;6. When you're in a relationship you: realise i was dreaming&lt;br /&gt;7. In a relationship the most important thing is: that i'm not dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;8. If a person of the opposite sex told you they love you: okay i love you too. NOT. HAAAAHAHAHHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;9. When you've lost the person you love, you: scream STOP WITH THE LOVERELATED QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;10. In a jungle you: are screwed.&lt;br /&gt;11. If you're alone and you see a person of the opposite sex crying alone you: RAPE.&lt;br /&gt;12. When in the night and you see a fullmoon you: put on my antiwerewolf underwear&lt;br /&gt;13. In life you: are playing games&lt;br /&gt;14. If you could be an animal what would it be?: omegamon/imperialdramon fighter mode&lt;br /&gt;15. When it's raining you: are at home. Playing video games.&lt;br /&gt;16. In this world, you: are unique, just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;17. If you became a millionaire you: would give it to the banks to end the recession(this is bullshit)&lt;br /&gt;18. When you love someone what do u always think of?: waking up&lt;br /&gt;19. In the toilet you: pee&lt;br /&gt;20. If you found out the person you love doesn't even like you: This has happened before, so i'm used to it. so... whats the question here?&lt;br /&gt;21. When you grow up you: hope to have accomplished anything whatsoever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-7150420494951332217?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/7150420494951332217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-question-thingy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7150420494951332217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/7150420494951332217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-question-thingy.html' title='some question thingy'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-2163806978706031692</id><published>2009-03-18T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T10:03:49.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So</title><content type='html'>I went to my friend's blog, and was reading, and reading, and I saw/heard this kinda cute song. Then I saw it was from an anime, so I went to my default anime website(ask me for it) and clicked on the anime. Yes, the song was there, but the tragedy that happened was six-and-a-half minutes of sexually underage schoolgirls talking about how they eat food. imeem was loading slowly as usual, but it was because of that that I managed to realise: What the fnck have I been doing with my life? *sigh* Personally, I think it's a lost cause; I have no goals whatsoever except some minor(emphasis on minor[minor!]) personal shit, and dying with a nice coffin and more than 3 lines on my gravestone. On the other hand, I'm only 14(going on 15) so it's a fairly nice time so start. I think. I'm not too sure, the latter is kinda bullshit i came up with. Meh. its tragic. meanwhile, do tag me! thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-2163806978706031692?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2163806978706031692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/2163806978706031692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/2163806978706031692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/so.html' title='So'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-5635972563107254305</id><published>2009-03-18T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:09:16.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marchcampness II</title><content type='html'>okay so uh yes, there IS a lot to blog about, but either my mind is empty now(it always is) or i cant think of anything worth writing. i cant decide. i do remember jane and shiny cheapskating their way into telescope(FTW) at the last minute and TAKING THEIR SHARE OF THE PRIZE WHEN THEY SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD A SHARE AT ALL. GRAGRHARGAHRGAHRGAHRGHGHGHRGRHGRHRGH. YCS should have like an uberly huge outing. like camp, but no one stays overnight. That would definitely be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-5635972563107254305?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5635972563107254305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/marchcampness-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5635972563107254305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5635972563107254305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/marchcampness-ii.html' title='marchcampness II'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-2637319451813630696</id><published>2009-03-17T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:21:31.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCH CAMP. NESS.</title><content type='html'>HELLO TO THE GHOSTS AND PHANTOMS WHO READ MY BLOG! IF YOU DON'T KNOW YET, YCS HAD A MARCH CAMP RECENTLY! AND IT WAS AWESOME! JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER YCS CAMP! BECAUSE YCS CAMPS ARE THE BEST! Too bad this one lasted like, 2 days and one night only. Apparently this was cos it was somewhat last minute. So yea I packed like the night before(it wasnt much) then went to sleep. I woke up quite late, so I reached quite late(is this pathetic use of english why my blog has no readers). Then I went to the hall and dumped my bag there. And I saw my friendszszszs! :D march camp was osm. i cant blog anymore. goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-2637319451813630696?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2637319451813630696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-camp-ness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/2637319451813630696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/2637319451813630696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-camp-ness.html' title='MARCH CAMP. NESS.'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-5919230482478120485</id><published>2009-02-19T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:32:20.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okay HI.</title><content type='html'>yes. hi. i haven't been blogging for like i think a week. and frankly i dont really know why i do. i dont need an online diary. or dairy. or fairy. and actually, if you're reading this, do tag! so i know that this is actually read. thanks. really. sometimes i come online with the intention of blogging, then get to the typing page, then realise that no one actually reads this, other than me. and i barely read it. why would i read what i wrote myself? meh. maybe i'll just leave it here. oh, and don't eat at Happy Daze. to any YCS member who doesnt know where that is, its around the market downhill from the church Daphne got married in. yea. okay bye, phantom readers. *stab*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-5919230482478120485?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5919230482478120485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5919230482478120485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5919230482478120485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-hi.html' title='okay HI.'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-2340799344303008021</id><published>2009-02-12T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:22:18.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry X -ey/HR</title><content type='html'>This is the first day after the death of my goldfish X-ey(pronounced X, then E), named so because he/she/it was used in an experiment to turn it white, though for some reason it died. The story(it took place yesterday) goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I read on the back on a Snapple cap that if you keep a goldfish in a dark room, it will turn white(real fact #34 if im not wrong). And, I mean, this can't be wrong, right? It was on the cap of an extremely popular brand of drink!&lt;br /&gt;And so I decided to buy a goldfish. The actual purchase took place I think a week or two after the momumental epiphany, due to time restraints and frickin NCC. So then my and Syakir went together to some fish shop near our school. I bought a goldfish for 1.80 and he bought some terrapin food for 3.00. The goldfish was in a plastic bag which was like ¼ water and ¾pure oxygen(he used one of those oxygen tank things) then my mum fetched me home and I put the goldfish in a tupperware thing but i thought it was like way too small so i transferred it into a bigger one, then I realised I didn't get fish food so I didn't know what to feed it. So I asked around, and the general answer was that bread was OK. So I pinch of a really really small piece(it was really small, like this strange symbol ► &lt;= life size. really.) and dropped it in but it didn't eat the bread so I tried moving the bread closer to its mouth and eventually it ate it then I put it in a storeroom(it has ventilation) and closed the door. Some time later, I took it out just to see if it was eating and stuff, and it seemed fine(it was constantly swimming to the corners but it had been doing it since the time I bought it so it was fine) so I like changed the water(it just seemed right to me) and I put it back in. The rest of my day went on. Then at night, as I was playing warcraft3, I remembered my goldfish and went to check it. I took it out. It was upside down. I tried putting it back upright but for some reason it turned itself back upside down again. It seemed like it was trying to commit suicide or pretend it was dead or something. My mum threw it down the rubbish chute. What made it worse was that this afternoon my teacher was talking about students doing some stuff to one of the fish in our school pond and it died, and how cruel it was. Greeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a completely unrelated topic, is it wrong to do something nice for someone? I did for some guy, then he said I was weird. So why should I do something if it isn't appreciated at all? I guess I won't then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-2340799344303008021?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/2340799344303008021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-x-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/2340799344303008021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/2340799344303008021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry-x-e.html' title='Sorry X -ey/HR'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-6902982692474928505</id><published>2009-02-03T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:37:17.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, again.</title><content type='html'>Okay first off I have given up using this as a blog, unless a blog is defined as a web page used by the user to describe his/her feelings and thoughts about his/her random everyday life. Wait, I think it is. Nevermind. SO ANYWAY! I forgot what I wanted to type. This happens a lot for some strange reason, but overall I think I should -- DO MY HOMEWORK ._.&lt;br /&gt;Now who actually believed that? Raise your hand. I'm serious. I'm watching you from the opposite building. Anyway I decided NOT to post it since apparently people actually know and recognise this blemish on the InterNET. Yes. And XHR broke my calculator. Omg. I felt like stabbing myself right there and then. Well he didn't actually BREAK it, he just dropped it. Normally I wouldn't mind, but he scratched the SCREEEN! I hate that. I absolutely hate that. For some reason I have an obsession with extremely clean, unblemished, perfectly flawless screens. Well not ALL screens, like, those with that glassy, smooth touch. Like for PSPs, and, in this case, my calculator. Omg my blog really IS boring. Meh. I guess I don't really care/am too lazy to do anything about it. Ah, that's right. I think it's really horrible of me to not be doing anything, and to be doing nothing about and notdoinganythingness. Which really sucks. Another thing that sucks is that I don't honestly care that I'm wasting time and effort and money from everyone around me. Well actually I kinda do and as such am torn between life and death, literally. Lol. See, the way I get it is:&lt;br /&gt;LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Work hard(right!)&lt;br /&gt;Not let everything have gone to waste(which WOULD suck but take frickin effort)&lt;br /&gt;Not disappoint everyone(pretty much same as above)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wouldn't be sad(that would be a bad thing, considering we're preparin for O lvls and all)&lt;br /&gt;etcetcetc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH&lt;br /&gt;Free myself from the need to care about anything else anymore(that in itself is a good reason already)&lt;br /&gt;Not disappoint everyone(this is a maybe thing and although I'm sure many people will tell me they weren't disappointed(if/when it happens) they might be keeping it inside, which would be a bad thing caused by ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we had 2.4km(estimated;we just ran a round around the school) and it got me thinking; if everyone were either hares or tortoises I'd a the tortoise shell; slow and steady but cant move on my own lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I guess that's all I'm gonna write, if you actually bothered to read this far(no idea why you would) then congratulations but there is neither cake nor cookie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-6902982692474928505?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6902982692474928505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6902982692474928505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6902982692474928505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-again.html' title='Again, again.'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-8459542135304004018</id><published>2009-01-28T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T05:04:09.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarot card thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Hermit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Prudence, Caution, Deliberation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hermit points to all things hidden, such as knowledge and inspiration,hidden enemies. The illumination is from within, and retirement from participation in current events.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hermit is a card of introspection, analysis and, well, virginity. You do not desire to socialize; the card indicates, instead, a desire for peace and solitude. You&amp;nbsp;prefer&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;take&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;time to think, organize, ruminate, take stock. There may be feelings of frustration and discontent but these&amp;nbsp;feelings&amp;nbsp;eventually&amp;nbsp;lead to enlightenment, illumination, clarity. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Hermit represents a wise, inspirational person, friend, teacher, therapist. This a person who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious and confusing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom, depending on your personality, can lead you to success or suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs hacked maps?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-8459542135304004018?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/8459542135304004018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/tarot-card-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8459542135304004018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/8459542135304004018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/tarot-card-thing.html' title='Tarot card thing.'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-3583090445258620216</id><published>2009-01-28T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:35:47.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to write on my will.</title><content type='html'>Ok so well I guess my life hasn't exactly been 'good'. I'm still skiving where I can, not doing my work, and playing more Warcraft. Why is it I was born in such a great life, I have NO idea. Okay well I DO have some but they're not really good ones. Then today I lent my friend my handphone. For the whole day. He returning me tomorrow. FtWtF? Well, since no one reads this I guess no one's gonna judge me. That's one advantage of having a readerless blog I guess... Oh well. This'll be like just my personaly diary then. So yea then my pocket felt like really empty. Lol. Then I thought, hey, at least I'll have my book to read while on the way home. Then I reached the mrt and found out my book was missing. I just got it the day before! I didn't read it at all! And I was so looking forward to it; It's titled What Should I Do With My Life? sounds interesting right?! I can't believe I lost it. My dad'll be so disappointed with me... Not even page 1. Congratulations BEC, once again, your idiocy is proven. And I still have homework. Wad to do sia. Have to hand up tmr. Compo on An Unusual Occasion/Person. Either one. 300 words. Kill me now. *stab*eddidab*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-3583090445258620216?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3583090445258620216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-what-to-write-on-my-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/3583090445258620216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/3583090445258620216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-know-what-to-write-on-my-will.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to write on my will.'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-787320012042587721</id><published>2009-01-24T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:56:14.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days ago</title><content type='html'>Well I decided to just blog about random events in my life since &lt;br /&gt;1. Theres hardly anything for me to blog about anyway&lt;br /&gt;2. Uhm... Alucard is uber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway some x days ago I had an amaths test. It was a 15 mark, half an hour test on Indices. Or something. Or surds. I dont really know/care/remember. Anyway, I felt like ridiculously annoyed at the fact that I only managed to complete 1/3 of the questions. By that, I mean there were 3 questions and I only managed to finish one. And the worst of all was that I was 2 steps away from solving the next one. Grrr. Really felt like stabbing myself that day.(I couldn't slash cos I dont have a penknife. Just my Kusanagi. And that sword was meant for stabbing anyway.) So yea, that's about it. Happy chinese new year. &lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY! Does anyone know who toh_jun_hui@hotmail.com is and those of u who have like 452395 accounts SPAM HIM!!! Hairtrigger pisslimits like him need to be kept on a leash or have their computer screen smashed by a jackhammer. Or don't. Spam him. Whatever. I'm surprised you'd even read this far anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-787320012042587721?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/787320012042587721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-days-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/787320012042587721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/787320012042587721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-days-ago.html' title='Some days ago'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-5741324125612827919</id><published>2009-01-15T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:07:53.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMC oh my ceiling</title><content type='html'>so uhm yea today my ceiling light decided it had had enough of watching me lose so many warcraft 3 games and end its life. well the cover, anyway. so it jumped from the ceiling and tried to escape; obviously through my doorway. unfortunately its journey was cut off by this wonderful invention called the FLOOR. so yea it was really weird. it was like, okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                           D&lt;br /&gt;                           O&lt;br /&gt;                           O&lt;br /&gt;                           R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floor             cover &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like that. i'll upload the pics from my phone in another post cos 1. its 12 30 in the morning 2. its a bitch getting my phone to connect to the pc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea other than the fact that inanimate objects in my room have somehow learn to manuever in the air, nothing really interesting happened today. bwah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-5741324125612827919?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/5741324125612827919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/omc-oh-my-ceiling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5741324125612827919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/5741324125612827919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/omc-oh-my-ceiling.html' title='OMC oh my ceiling'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-6309378897532064362</id><published>2009-01-14T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T01:08:38.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY</title><content type='html'>Okay so my school has a thing called Mass Workout which we have every wed and fri used to be before school, but ever since we changed principals it's been considered the first period of school for that day, which isn't all that bad, but school(okay right now I'm surprised I'm even blogging =P) now starts half an hour earlier, at 8. It's still earlier than normal schools so it's not THAT bad, but still. Sudden changes are horrid. So anyway, me and the guy sitting beside me(XHR) were changing into out pe attire for mass workout, and a friend of ours(Marcus) was waiting for us. Are you done yet?! he said. So yes, I was done, and I was less than a metre from the door when surprise surprise the teacher locks the door, turns, and walks away, the rest of the class following her. This is retarded because: 1. The new principal created a new rule to NOT lock the classroom doors. 2. Her eyesight was fine. Marcus' reaction was the funniest. "What the fuck! What the fuck!" Him and xhr were looking out. Thankfully, one of our classmates from China spotted us. Not thankfully, he looked, waved, smiled and walked away. Maybe it was kind of thankgul after all. We get to skip this retarded workout and slack in class playing PSP. Or whatever. Then Marcus opened the window and shouted WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? LOL. We could see the class, four storeys below, walking by to the field. Then we saw our form teacher(the retard who locked the door) look up, as if directly at us(we couldn't tell cos she was far away by then(I still can't believe I'm blogging lol)) then in the end some guy came up and unlocked the door. Oh well. END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-6309378897532064362?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/6309378897532064362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6309378897532064362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/6309378897532064362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/today.html' title='TODAY'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-3779145836409381625</id><published>2009-01-12T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:42:24.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog design...</title><content type='html'>It's done. It IS subject to change, however. Just not very often. In fact, very seldom. Very.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2410183334874750742-3779145836409381625?l=thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/feeds/3779145836409381625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blog-design.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/3779145836409381625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2410183334874750742/posts/default/3779145836409381625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogzomglolidareyoutotypeit.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blog-design.html' title='My blog design...'/><author><name>ITSMEBECYAY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14108391731588117378</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bDLz4mPIm4Q/SOs7-3ipmXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/o0ln2PuWh6A/S220/luuv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2410183334874750742.post-296434715338927166</id><published>2009-01-12T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T04:11:18.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>Yes. Hi. This is my new blog. The template is temporary. I didn't like my old one anymore. The template will be changed soon. Something Naruto or Warcraft 3 themed. 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