<?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-455560563638968267</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:50:20.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM JOOOEEEY!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-7368763037534222363</id><published>2008-06-22T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:06:32.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlogDrive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/54-09DkrAuc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/54-09DkrAuc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joeylovesbrown.blogdrive.com/"&gt;http://joeylovesbrown.blogdrive.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/455560563638968267-7368763037534222363?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7368763037534222363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7368763037534222363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7368763037534222363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7368763037534222363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/moved.html' title='BlogDrive!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-4675092501316646751</id><published>2008-06-22T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:37:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm your mother fuckin' princess.</title><content type='html'>Instructions/Rules/LAW:&lt;br /&gt;1. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and &lt;strong&gt;replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag eight people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the people whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bombard him with all my entire vocabulary of vitriolic vituperatives, slam the door into his nose, &amp;amp; then not speak to him, ever again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish for health &amp;amp; wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;3. What will your dream holiday be like?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What will your dream house be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It'll be the largest mansion on Earth with Victorian-style rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Golden stairways and crystal chandeliers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The front faces a serene beach while the back faces a jungle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There must be dark secret chambers too with torch-lit corridors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[Okay, this is getting too far-fetched. Pffft.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, the, bloody, future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;5. What’s your ideal lover like?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What’s your ideal meal like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top grade &lt;strong&gt;meatballs&lt;/strong&gt; (!) + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Top grade (and non-fat) mushroom &lt;strong&gt;garlic&lt;/strong&gt; onion gravy + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poached &lt;strong&gt;potato&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mushroom &lt;strong&gt;omelette&lt;/strong&gt; + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carrot cake for desert + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cranberry&lt;/strong&gt; juice + ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[This can go on forever.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone? &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;6. Which do you prefer, potatoes or muffins?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mash potato or baked potato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baked! With loads of &lt;strong&gt;egg + mushroom + cheese + beef&lt;/strong&gt; topping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not wait. He will not be the only person on Earth worth lovin' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leave them alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want some quiet time myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What do you want most in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right now, I want health, urgently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;large hot pieces&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being on Guiness World's Records for eliminating cockroaches and mosquitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and I shall meet DBrown and then perform taxidermy on him. [Okay, kiddin'].&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where is the place you want to go most and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;London!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Cause D&lt;strong&gt;Brown&lt;/strong&gt; is there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What kind of person do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eccentric &amp;amp; emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sensitive &amp;amp; irritable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically, &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Single &amp;amp; rich!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you could have any animal for a pet, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want all animals. [Sulks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't mind a killer whale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What are one of those things which you would prefer not to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Watch tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;18. What kind of person do you think you are?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you define as a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sitting at home all day but not doing anything productive (eg homework).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fork. [:(]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you have to choose between love (as in boy-girl relationships) and friendship, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friendship!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BGRs are a waste of time and energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4675092501316646751?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4675092501316646751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4675092501316646751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4675092501316646751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4675092501316646751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-your-mother-fuckin-princess.html' title='I&apos;m your mother fuckin&apos; princess.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8278297590847004451</id><published>2008-06-21T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T16:16:14.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for my forking photoshop download, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you want to grow old with someone or be single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What were you doing at 8:00 thismorning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Surfing blogskins.com for inspiration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was something that happened to you in 1992?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fell down three steps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you were stranded on an island with the person you hated and without food what would you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To that person? Nothing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When someone catches your eye, do you try to make eye contact or avoid it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avoid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What color is your hairbrush?i haven’t seen mine in a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not have a hairbrush. The last time I brush my hair was, I can't remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't remember, I get people to buy me stuffs!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you know when you are in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't know, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you been to China?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chongqing with B!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where do you keep your money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In my piggy bank. But I don't know where my piggy bank went.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you traveled outside the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you wish you were back together with any of your exes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No ex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your motto on love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone who makes you sad is not worth being sad about.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The thing you love about relationships?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Company!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The thing you love about being single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freedom!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you give up a dream for someone you loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you wanna cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't care.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depends on the people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you watch The O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Does your screen name have an “x”in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you know anyone named Kelsey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chocolate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Could you date someone who has been only your friend for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you typically a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is there such thing as a perfect relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name a friend whose name startswith the letter “P”:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't think of any!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who’s the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know. It was an unknown number.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last magazine you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NG? I can't remember.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Used to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It gets curly when it grows longer. But it's short now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;34. Can you dance like a chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you dance, &lt;u&gt;like&lt;/u&gt; a chicken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Last concert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jubilate IV! I miss Rosin Eating Zombies!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What is something you say a lot?bo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brown!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;39. do you know what a plectrum is for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is used to pluck the strings of an instrument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have to work tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Who was the last person you said I love you to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowland! Over MSN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make me feel guilty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, used to have horrible ones though.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once I had a junior pounce on me to wake me up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;amp; then just yesterday B! had to wake me up four times before I was willing to get out of the bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you watch tv?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8278297590847004451?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8278297590847004451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8278297590847004451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8278297590847004451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8278297590847004451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8327017767381013379</id><published>2008-06-21T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:48:51.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spell F-A-T.</title><content type='html'>Rice&lt;br /&gt;Fish (By B!'s mom!)&lt;br /&gt;Turkey Breast Subway (!)&lt;br /&gt;Sushi (!)&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry Jelly &amp;amp; Cheese Sandwich (By B!)&lt;br /&gt;Fillet-O-Fish Meal&lt;br /&gt;Sushi (from Sushi-Tei!)&lt;br /&gt;Instant Noodles&lt;br /&gt;Chopan Matcha Chocolate (I like Matcha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm eating no more.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8327017767381013379?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8327017767381013379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8327017767381013379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8327017767381013379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8327017767381013379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-spell-f-t.html' title='I spell F-A-T.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8799203591126210129</id><published>2008-06-21T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:42:36.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;</title><content type='html'>I'm Lovin' It.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8799203591126210129?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8799203591126210129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8799203591126210129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8799203591126210129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8799203591126210129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='&amp;'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-958295323895957166</id><published>2008-06-20T14:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:56:54.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop &amp; Stare</title><content type='html'>At The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lounge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, B! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; left me to play tennis (!) with Her Tuition Teacher (FTW!). Her Tuition Teacher isn't that bad! Haha. B!, go watch Kungfu Panda with him! &amp;amp; eat your Happy Meal to your hearts' content! :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, B! didn't exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; leave me, it's just that the WLAN here's so (forking) slow, it took me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minutes&lt;/span&gt; (!) to get to this (bloody) page.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm stuck with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;, and I do not like getting stuck with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;. After devouring MCDs didn't really put me in much mood &lt;s&gt;to waste my time&lt;/s&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;, so I'm going to do One Last Quiz to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your iTunes/Windows Media Player/ETC on Shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;br /&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thousand Miles&lt;/span&gt; -Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Remedy (I Won't Worry)&lt;/span&gt; - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Diseased.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What do you like in a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Girlfriend (Forgot Me This Christmas)&lt;/span&gt; - The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(And...? Maybe I would like a guy with my girlfriend's attributes?&lt;br /&gt;Or one that would forget me This Christmas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colour Blind&lt;/span&gt; - Darius Danesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I feel loads of colours!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Must Have Done Something Right&lt;/span&gt; - Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Life&lt;/span&gt; - Kayne West Ft T-Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yupidoo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freak on a Leash&lt;/span&gt; - KoRn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(How right, I wonder.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gimme More&lt;/span&gt; - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes, I do want alot more that what I have right now.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Kissed a Girl&lt;/span&gt; - Kate Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's supposed to be a secret!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Florida&lt;/span&gt; - Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What do you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Yours&lt;/span&gt; - Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Aww...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stalker&lt;/span&gt; - Goldfinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I wanna marry my, I wanna marry my, I wanna marry my stalker.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the Small Thing&lt;/span&gt; - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(All the small things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt; - EMF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Yes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovestoned &lt;/span&gt;- Boyce Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I think that she knows.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See You Again&lt;/span&gt; - Miley Cyprus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hey, that's forking inauspicious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Paper Heart&lt;/span&gt; - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My decomposed Paper Heart by then.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here In Your Arms &lt;/span&gt;- Hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Right, what a constructive hobby.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Little Miss Obsessive&lt;/span&gt; - Ashlee Simpson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's My Age Again&lt;/span&gt; - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Shhh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If You Leave&lt;/span&gt; - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What will you post this as?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop &amp;amp; Stare&lt;/span&gt; - OneRepublic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What song would you play during your first time having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's All About You &lt;/span&gt;- McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sure, you would think I was thinking about someone else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, this quiz made a total lesbian out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-958295323895957166?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/958295323895957166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=958295323895957166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/958295323895957166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/958295323895957166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-stare.html' title='Stop &amp; Stare'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3205242590332916844</id><published>2008-06-19T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T18:30:07.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SFo0veWHyCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9lGGzkTrXv0/s1600-h/Photo0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213537508839114786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SFo0veWHyCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9lGGzkTrXv0/s400/Photo0061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3205242590332916844?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3205242590332916844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3205242590332916844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3205242590332916844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3205242590332916844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh.html' title='Oh,'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SFo0veWHyCI/AAAAAAAAAOU/9lGGzkTrXv0/s72-c/Photo0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-8079215058279358878</id><published>2008-06-19T16:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:50:18.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fork.</title><content type='html'>If you had any&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; decency&lt;/span&gt; at all,&lt;br /&gt;you should do some self-reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Until you have the answer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise you should go and eat some worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye bye, you, you and you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8079215058279358878?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8079215058279358878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8079215058279358878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8079215058279358878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8079215058279358878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/fork.html' title='Fork.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-6050884300260026865</id><published>2008-06-18T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T01:21:30.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry,</title><content type='html'>but I swear,&lt;br /&gt;that I'll never do another quiz again.&lt;br /&gt;Except this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. Growing up.&lt;br /&gt;2. People.&lt;br /&gt;3. Public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;4. UTI.&lt;br /&gt;5. Yeast.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ecoli.&lt;br /&gt;7. Failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. Dilly!&lt;br /&gt;2. Goo!&lt;br /&gt;3. Animals.&lt;br /&gt;4. My bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pretty stickers.&lt;br /&gt;6. Anything Derren Brown.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mentalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM&lt;br /&gt;1. My bed.&lt;br /&gt;2. My Plush Turtle.&lt;br /&gt;3. Toys.&lt;br /&gt;4. Glow-in-the-dark Pisces puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;5. Handphone charger.&lt;br /&gt;6. Clothes.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stickers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. I was in love with Derren Brown. (:&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a dust mite.&lt;br /&gt;3. My lifeline is Cranberry Juice.&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish to suck all the cellulite out of my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was overweight.&lt;br /&gt;6. I was underweight.&lt;br /&gt;7. Now I'm moderate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1. Visit all the continents.&lt;br /&gt;2. Build my dream house with underground tunnels and secret rooms.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be the director of my own company.&lt;br /&gt;4. Turn my garden into a zoo.&lt;br /&gt;5. Marry someone famous and wealthy. XD&lt;br /&gt;6. Be famous.&lt;br /&gt;7. Invent some mutagenic agent and set it on cockraoches and mosquitos. Basically pests than are better off dead than alive and wouldn't upset the food web even if I eliminated them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be sarcastic. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. Be emo &amp;amp; start slashing my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;4. Scream at four walls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Live without the television.&lt;br /&gt;6. Live without my handphone.&lt;br /&gt;7. Live without internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T DO&lt;br /&gt;1. tolerate ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;2. stand listening to assasination plans.&lt;br /&gt;3. sit through Japanese movies.&lt;br /&gt;4. not cry when I'm watching shows featuring animals. E.g. Quill&lt;br /&gt;5. talk.&lt;br /&gt;6. sit still.&lt;br /&gt;7. run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;1. Personality.&lt;br /&gt;2. Attitude.&lt;br /&gt;3. Looks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Build.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ability to give a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;6. Age.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1. Really?&lt;br /&gt;2. You know what,&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;5. Alright.&lt;br /&gt;6. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;7. Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES&lt;br /&gt;1. Derren Brown.&lt;br /&gt;2. Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;3. Cillian Murphy.&lt;br /&gt;4. Francis Ng.&lt;br /&gt;5. Some Korean Actor.&lt;br /&gt;6. Vince Vaughn.&lt;br /&gt;7. Tom Cruise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-6050884300260026865?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6050884300260026865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=6050884300260026865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6050884300260026865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6050884300260026865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry,'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3344341329767543553</id><published>2008-06-17T17:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:18:38.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha,</title><content type='html'>you funny person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you hit the nail on the head when even others couldn't fathom.&lt;br /&gt;Or just couldn't be bothered to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;You rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the Subway. If, you can remember, that,&lt;br /&gt;But, you are one funny person!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3344341329767543553?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3344341329767543553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3344341329767543553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3344341329767543553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3344341329767543553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/haha.html' title='Haha,'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8586252123408858818</id><published>2008-06-16T03:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T05:02:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear,</title><content type='html'>that I am not hooked on quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quiz 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When will the sun not shine and when will the world end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When chickens can fly, when pigs can fly, when I can fly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When an eclipse occurs &amp;amp; when global warming vanquishes respectively.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stuffs to happen, stuffs to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you believe in afterlife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, if I do ever have to hate my friends, we will not be friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When do you wish to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Judgement Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go Anorexic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you thinking as you do this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why The Throbbing Headache has got to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Old, preferably 99 years old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He has to be a billionaire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and he has to put my naming under his will, allowing me to inherit 99% of his property before I make him die of a heart attack.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kiddin' !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jealousy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I do not treasure it, I wouldn't term that as friendship, would I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anything you're looking forward to in the next few weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If Challenge Week &amp;amp; Tioman occurs in The Next Few Weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not hope for people that do not hope to be there when I hope they do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take whatever whoever's willing to give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a smaller scale, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a larger scale, yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Global warming is going to wipe us all dead anyway. Why bother about development? You do not expect homosapiens to live for infinity in the first place, do you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you had only one wish to make, what would you wish for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I wish for three more wishes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Wealth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) Health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3) Eternal Happiness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When is the last time you actually did a quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A minute before 4:10 am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bothersome things that ain't worth bothering about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually, how the bloody hell am I going to get to hostel when it's the other end of Singapore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got to return Amanda's book fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ut, laziness rules.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;N95. But I'm surviving phone-less anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Staying technology-less rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh wtf am I talking about? I'm using my laptop ain't I?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallpaper on your computers desktop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SFV4k6RBqLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2jeinQQZmK8/s1600-h/2491913783_ceed90a09a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212205182710935458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SFV4_4vvb6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/mT38PXcN_Ok/s400/2491913783_ceed90a09a_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's uber cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Wallpaper on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Next time you will hug someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The school banned it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where was your display picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were in KL,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there something about you that you don't think you'd ever tell anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you wearing anything on your feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is the last thing you drank today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boiled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Closest black object?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The 'K' key from my keypad of my laptop. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who was the last person to talk to you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not use phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't remember too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going handphone-less alright?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you could have one person with you right now who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Listening to..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RFI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Anyone you want to kill?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you want?&lt;br /&gt;不胜枚举。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't mind NLP-ing people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you eating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you hit someone today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is the last text in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As in, I can't remember the last text in my inbox.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where do you want to live when you get older?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;London ftw!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentalist. No, not the TOK kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Psychological Illusionist kind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singapore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slept.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you think they miss you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. One just said so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you going to do after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enzymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Where is/are your bestfriend(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you prefer day or night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever slept over 12 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. How good is your eyesight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get my bloody phone today and contact Shee for tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boiled water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Whose house did you go to last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danusha's. In KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who honestly knows everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Vanilla or Chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chocolate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What do you wear more: shorts, slacks, jeans, or sweatpants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shorts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. How would your friends describe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. How old do you want to be when you settle down or get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Anyone broken your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Have you ever waved to someone and realized it wasn't the person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. What have you learned recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Would you choose love over money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Are you excited for school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, for the people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not the work.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;49. Are you bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Someone on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiz 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.If your being extremely quiet whats it mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sad/angry/shy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've nothing to say to you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's cue for you to shut up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.If someone hit you, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hit back, full force.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the way, I'll make the person pay double.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Do you still have feelings for your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless you call that person an ex, then no ex, no feelings.&lt;br /&gt;He was one big imbecile though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever had a one night stand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If so would you again? And if not, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just now. Guy on tv played the wrong key.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Has anyone told you they missed you lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8.Are you wearing any clothes that don't belong to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. But I have a cupboardful of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Would you ever date your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, if the person changed from best friend to deeper than best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever received sexy pics from someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you regret anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.If you could seek revenge on someone would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, wouldn't think so, not that worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. How do you react when people cry around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say cliche stuffs, then improvise.&lt;br /&gt;We all know that from the back of our hands, now don't we?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you bump into someones arm if you want to hold their hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do not &lt;strong&gt;bump&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Last argument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou shall not make me speak of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Last Kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None! I do not do naughty things. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you kiss them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you jealous of this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;This person, does not exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you ever take off ur clothes for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, if I ever had to leave in poverty and had no money for clothes, I don't see why not.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you have a crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou shall not probe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you know how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RFI.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Last beverage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ribena.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. Last nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7-11 pm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you own a planner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;But utilizing it is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite month(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March.&lt;br /&gt;June.&lt;br /&gt;December. Advent Calendar! :D (Oh shut up already.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would your parents be mad if you got pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm married, why would they?&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I do not want to learn to know. (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Would they be mad if you turn gay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Not interested to try.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparing for the day after.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember them all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Friends who you like most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't be bothered to rank.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4:59 am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Fav color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brown!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are you racist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Excited for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What day is it today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Would you ever steal someones bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&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/455560563638968267-8586252123408858818?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8586252123408858818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8586252123408858818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8586252123408858818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8586252123408858818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-swear.html' title='I swear,'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SFV4_4vvb6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/mT38PXcN_Ok/s72-c/2491913783_ceed90a09a_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-6179836011166955008</id><published>2008-06-16T02:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:20:42.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WordPress or Blogdrive?</title><content type='html'>Contemplating whether to switch to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WordPress&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;'cause Blogger drove me nuts with alignment of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbecile can't differentiate a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shift+enter&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;enter&lt;/span&gt;, etc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I most need them to be otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures cause everything to go way &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; wrong. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See my point? Bet this chunk doesn't make any sense to you. It is supposed to make &lt;strong&gt;some sense&lt;/strong&gt;. Just the doings of Blogger that screw everything up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WordPress&lt;/span&gt; doesn't permit modifying layout.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't like CSS 'cause I know nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;Premades are pretty, but I like them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Can't insert my ShoutMix there either!&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I can't bear to leave &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my pretty layout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; here obsolete.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;egotism&lt;/span&gt;, but I do love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my pretty layout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've gotten some Fortune Cookie fetish. Well, web-generated ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune #1: Someone special is thinking of you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh right, as if everyone isn't sleeping already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune #2: You are thinking hard of a dream. It is best to go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This say so much doesn't it? Haha, that the first fortune is just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; yes, I do need to sleep, but the thing is I just woke up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the time. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune #3: It is as good as money in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The dream is as good as nothing (?).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune #4: It is better to lose a lover than love a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune #5: The best way to save face, is to keep the lower part of it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; it couldn't have come at a better time of the day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imbecile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-6179836011166955008?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6179836011166955008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=6179836011166955008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6179836011166955008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6179836011166955008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/wordpress-or-blogdrive.html' title='WordPress or Blogdrive?'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-4543608009041532607</id><published>2008-06-13T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T01:16:49.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KUALA LUMPUR!</title><content type='html'>Alright, hop over to WordPress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR&lt;/span&gt; entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Blogger's being an &lt;strong&gt;imbecile&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4543608009041532607?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4543608009041532607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4543608009041532607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4543608009041532607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4543608009041532607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/kuala-lumpur.html' title='KUALA LUMPUR!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-302891387389250887</id><published>2008-06-11T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:00:56.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going on an</title><content type='html'>EXCESSIVE DIETING SCHEME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would go back to school without my round tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up already, I am not anorexic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-302891387389250887?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/302891387389250887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=302891387389250887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/302891387389250887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/302891387389250887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-going-on.html' title='I am going on an'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8250577472313762165</id><published>2008-06-10T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:57:44.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ChRiStOpHeR says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very innocent.&lt;br /&gt;The cleanest boy you'll ever come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;` joey[Lin³] ! says:&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh, then everyone's a saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChRiStOpHeR says:&lt;br /&gt;Fine&lt;br /&gt;Deny somemore la...&lt;br /&gt;I know you think so too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;` joey[Lin³] ! says:&lt;br /&gt;Yea, sure.&lt;br /&gt;Unless my brain has gone haywire, I would not think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChRiStOpHeR says:&lt;br /&gt;Eh,&lt;br /&gt;Last time you saw me, right&lt;br /&gt;Do you think my hair is long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;` joey[Lin³] ! says:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't notice anything strange about your hair.&lt;br /&gt;So it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you look so strange everytime, I've just gotten used to it (: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChRiStOpHeR says:&lt;br /&gt;Wtv la.&lt;br /&gt;In other words,&lt;br /&gt;Joey: you look so hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;` joey[Lin³] ! says:&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, your idea of strange = hot?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you are just too strange to distinguish hot from strange&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you are just sooo hot, your brain sizzled up&lt;br /&gt;that you look more strange than hot (: !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ChRiStOpHeR says:&lt;br /&gt;You know, when i need someone to throw insults at me, you are the best person to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where I got The Acid from.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's in the genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8250577472313762165?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8250577472313762165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8250577472313762165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8250577472313762165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8250577472313762165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/christopher-says-im-very-very-innocent.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-5124922829104145565</id><published>2008-06-10T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:29:56.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death.</title><content type='html'>Alright, you don't know how bored I am. Sitting at home all day facing four walls. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when Bangkok-Chiang Mai-Chiang Rai and Tioman will come.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-5124922829104145565?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5124922829104145565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=5124922829104145565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5124922829104145565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5124922829104145565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/death.html' title='Death.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-1591047851963778540</id><published>2008-06-10T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:12:28.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos.</title><content type='html'>Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Siddhartha&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The Outsider&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Metamorphosis&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teahouse&lt;br /&gt;Taipeiren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know it's only three books. But the thing is I haven't been doing anything the past week in KL. I started The Outsider &amp;amp; Metamorphosis only yesterday, or maybe the day before. Oh I don't know. Losing track of time. I'm finishing Teahouse, it's just so goddamn boring, alright? Well, I tried reading Taipeiren on board the train. Apparently I wasted 8 hours attempting to sleep, otherwise staring at Cows &amp;amp; Chickens, &amp;amp; Buffalos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I miss KL. Wish I was back there again. No matter how I loathed the heat. But still, company rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love company!&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'll send the pictures when my laptop's back and I'll blog about it alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-1591047851963778540?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1591047851963778540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=1591047851963778540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1591047851963778540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1591047851963778540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/kudos.html' title='Kudos.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7378702894120506643</id><published>2008-06-08T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:12:44.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imbecile.</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am acting like an imbecile. Doing this thingy again.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm really restlesss staring at the piece of white paper with small black print in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Imbecile, but anyway, I was tagged twice.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I haven't gotten my laptop back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 11:50 pm&lt;br /&gt;Name: Joey&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 0&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;Height: 156 cm (One &amp;amp; a half years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: The Oestrogen Drink &amp;amp; Japanese Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Actually, I don't give a damn about breakfast. I eat anything that is in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: No.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: No. For one, I really hate phone calls. Talking into an inanimate object is not really my thing.&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Two twin beds with pretty gay bedsheets. Freshly washed sheets, I like. (: A scrawny brown cupboard with posters I made 'cause of Adam Khoo. Tiny paper rabbits up the ceiling! Glow in the dark stars &amp;amp; moon! Plush turtles $ the like.&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: The same ol' Ironing Board.&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Oyster Omelette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No. But I've got holes in the bones of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: No.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last person/people you danced with: Danusha!&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Imbecile, thou shall not probe.&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: No.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: No.&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: I don't know, alright.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: No.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Eat: Yes. Loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: No.&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: Not anyone, really. Otherwise, myself.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: 12:03 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: No.&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: No. I bother to paint no nails.&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: The bed in the guest room of Danusha's house in KL.&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: I'm wearing my Betty Boop nightie.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday: Searching for uniforms with Demus.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till: Everything ends.&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: Yes. Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: Home.&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: Thou shall not probe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?: No.&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?: This survey.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?: Don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: Apathetic, alright?&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Buddhika. But it wasn't a big show. I wouldn't be surprised if he himself didn't notice it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?: I'm apathetic, get it? Imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you and your ex?: No. 'Cause I don't even have an ex.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: For one, not you.&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: Loud at school. Quiet at home.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. Studying for streaming exams.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lying to parents so that I could go to my friends' house.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dreaming about flying.&lt;br /&gt;4. Wishing I had the ability to control minds.&lt;br /&gt;5. Rejoicing over the fact that I dropped out of violin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Finish Mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;2. Read at least a chapter of The Outsider.&lt;br /&gt;3. Read Teahouse.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read Metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;5. Starve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pocky.&lt;br /&gt;2. Meatballs from Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;3. Green Tea Flavoured Caramel Snack.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chewing Gum.&lt;br /&gt;5. Potato Chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Build a mansion for myself.&lt;br /&gt;2. Donate.&lt;br /&gt;3. Save.&lt;br /&gt;4. Splurge.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Harp.&lt;br /&gt;3. Harbour.&lt;br /&gt;4. Scream.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Student.&lt;br /&gt;2. An imbecile at King of Melon Seeds.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;1. Can't be bothered who does it, really.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lam Yinto.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7378702894120506643?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7378702894120506643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7378702894120506643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7378702894120506643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7378702894120506643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/alright-i-am-acting-like-imbecile.html' title='Imbecile.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3735060854383278987</id><published>2008-06-08T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:43:28.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprived.</title><content type='html'>KL!&lt;br /&gt;Should be blogging about it, but my laptop's been sent for servicing!&lt;br /&gt;Give me 4 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time: 12:40 AM&lt;br /&gt;Name: Joey&lt;br /&gt;Sisters: 0&lt;br /&gt;Brothers: 0&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 6-7&lt;br /&gt;Height: 156 cm (Shut Up, already, people.)&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks: The Oestrogen Drink (Soya Bean Milk) &amp;amp; Green Tea&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast: Hot dog in Baguette&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: No&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: No&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: Yes&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: Two twin beds with pretty gay sheets. You see plush turtles and the like.&lt;br /&gt;What’s right beside you: An Ironing Board&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: Dried fish fillet that Niko bought from KL&lt;br /&gt;Ever had chicken pox: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: No&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight: Lust at first sight, more like.&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Who was/were the last person/people you danced with: SNGS people&lt;br /&gt;Last made you smile: Thou shall not ask. (:&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: Mother&lt;br /&gt;Today did you:&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: Thou shall not ask, again.&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: Yes! Danusha! Amanda! Nikodemus! Buddhika! Love you people loads.&lt;br /&gt;Eat: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: No&lt;br /&gt;What’s under your bed: Nothing. But nothing does not exist, for nothing has a property of being nothing. But the point is, it looks like nothing to me though. (:&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: Don't bother asking, alright.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?: 1:06 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random:&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings: 0&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children: Don't know&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often: Guess so&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing: No&lt;br /&gt;Are your toe nails painted: No&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in: The other bed in my room that technically does not belong to anyone&lt;br /&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now: Not wearing a shirt, I'm wearing my nightie!&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 PM yesterday: Preparing to go to Danusha's house in KL&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last: Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets: Yes, I love my turtles!&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?: Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?: Thou shall not probe. But then again, it didn't mean anything then.&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?: No&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?: IM-ing SHEEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?: If the truth hurts, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Are you too forgiving?: I'm working on it, alright.&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?: Apathetic&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?: Buddhika&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved?: Start counting sheeps&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?:The past 7 days at Danusha's grandmother's house, yes. Otherwise, no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?: People&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?: I cause pandemonium.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;br /&gt;5 snacks I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;5 of my bad habits:&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs I’ve had:&lt;br /&gt;5 people I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered, really. At least not for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3735060854383278987?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3735060854383278987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3735060854383278987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3735060854383278987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3735060854383278987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/06/deprived.html' title='Deprived.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-448709570265409865</id><published>2008-05-31T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:22:18.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanda ! Dan ! Nalaka ! Nikodemus ! Joey !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will be leaving for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KUALALUMPUR &amp;amp; GENTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the next 7 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Train leaves at 7.45 !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't wait !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hammond will be there too !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS WILL BE BLOODY HELL COOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS WILL BE THE SEX, I SWEAR.&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/455560563638968267-448709570265409865?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/448709570265409865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=448709570265409865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/448709570265409865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/448709570265409865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/amanda-dan-nalaka-nikodemus-joey.html' title='Amanda ! Dan ! Nalaka ! Nikodemus ! Joey !'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7643974565134876128</id><published>2008-05-28T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:28:07.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you.</title><content type='html'>If you can't be committed, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I am giving up, but because you can't be committed.&lt;br /&gt;I will not, &amp;amp; will not allow myself to chase something that is nonexistent, at least going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Because if someone's head is as thick as a coconut &amp;amp; cannot be penetrated,&lt;br /&gt;I'd throw the coconut away &amp;amp; find another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on. Leaving you in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a reason that people in the past do not make it to the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should really reflect on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;A pretence under a facade.&lt;br /&gt;You seriously suck, really. Even if people don't tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;That's because people are blinded by your facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am feeling this bad about someone, it says something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7643974565134876128?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7643974565134876128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7643974565134876128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7643974565134876128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5617007984597468378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=5617007984597468378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5617007984597468378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5617007984597468378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/bridge.html' title='Bridge'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3365162118022976010</id><published>2008-05-28T11:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:03:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word for You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;SELFISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes you.&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/455560563638968267-3365162118022976010?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3365162118022976010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3365162118022976010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3365162118022976010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3365162118022976010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/one-word-for-you.html' title='One Word for You.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3708273225295812475</id><published>2008-05-25T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T10:34:19.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je suis de solee, je suis en retard.</title><content type='html'>JO: Guess what time I slept at?&lt;br /&gt;NLK: 2?&lt;br /&gt;JO: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;NLK: 3?&lt;br /&gt;JL: Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;JO: NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;NLK: 5?&lt;br /&gt;JO: NOPE!&lt;br /&gt;NLK: then?&lt;br /&gt;NLK: 6?&lt;br /&gt;JO: No no no.&lt;br /&gt;JO: I slept at 9am and woke up at 10 am&lt;br /&gt;JO: Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;NLK: why?&lt;br /&gt;JO: TOK&lt;br /&gt;NLK: icic&lt;br /&gt;NLK: so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;JO: Stupid me right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;NLK: finished?&lt;br /&gt;JO: I dont know whether I finished.&lt;br /&gt;JO: I am too confused.&lt;br /&gt;NLK: u are not stupid dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JO: Did I say I'm stupid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3708273225295812475?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3708273225295812475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3708273225295812475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3708273225295812475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3708273225295812475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/je-suis-de-solee-je-suis-en-retard.html' title='Je suis de solee, je suis en retard.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7175608840593886661</id><published>2008-05-24T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T19:46:49.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOK is my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;br /&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;br /&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;br /&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;br /&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;br /&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;br /&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK is my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BITS.&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/455560563638968267-7175608840593886661?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7175608840593886661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7175608840593886661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7175608840593886661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7175608840593886661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/tok-is-my-life.html' title='TOK is my life.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-562837468448940426</id><published>2008-05-24T12:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T12:47:31.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1000%;"&gt;$999.82&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/455560563638968267-562837468448940426?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/562837468448940426/comments/default' 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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-455560563638968267.post-4474081205975792190</id><published>2008-05-18T17:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:29:26.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nondescript of the Nondescript.</title><content type='html'>Assissi Carnival wasn't as &lt;em&gt;sexy&lt;/em&gt; as expected.&lt;br /&gt;It was a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was 'orrible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; some people had to perfectly compound it.&lt;br /&gt;As if 'orrible wasn't a good enough word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Especiallywhenyoutravelallthewaydaytoseethe&lt;strong&gt;shit&lt;/strong&gt;outofsomepeople&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mostcertainlyagainstyourwill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatsthepointman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the &lt;strong&gt;Olive Fried Rice&lt;/strong&gt; rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Stall set up by Peiying Primary!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Tended by a teacher of mine who refused to let me go to the toilet 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;But then again gave me a pretty present 'cause I was first in class!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, he's nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;I had a lousy reputation though.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I didn't know how to read Chinese then but spoke eloquently in Chinese vituperatives. :D&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, 10 years later, the same student could read Chinese, and 0.25-understand a Chinese text but can't 0.01-speak Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandoori Chicken was appetizing!&lt;br /&gt;Should have bought more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I wanted Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;But I was 0.50 SGD short.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I cut down on the cellulite content.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &amp;amp; SN's stall was a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny to see how Really Random People turned up there.&lt;br /&gt;Like, Keith.&lt;br /&gt;Like, some Really Random People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4474081205975792190?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4474081205975792190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4474081205975792190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4474081205975792190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4474081205975792190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/nondescript-of-nondescript.html' title='The Nondescript of the Nondescript.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-1757057714522833712</id><published>2008-05-17T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:19:00.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a good girl.</title><content type='html'>Joey feels&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she did &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3 essays&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;18 pages&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biology&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, she is such a show-off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she is subconsciously&lt;em&gt; boot-licking&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maclehose&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hjorth&lt;/span&gt; to pull effort grades up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But Joey has been feeling mean this few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Argh. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Assisi Carnival &lt;/span&gt;becomes the &lt;em&gt;sex&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-1757057714522833712?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1757057714522833712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=1757057714522833712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1757057714522833712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1757057714522833712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-good-girl.html' title='I am a good girl.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-6622594907359306322</id><published>2008-05-13T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:18:22.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Waste of space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-6622594907359306322?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6622594907359306322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=6622594907359306322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6622594907359306322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6622594907359306322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am.html' title='I am a'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-5283273434742914999</id><published>2008-05-13T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T02:55:56.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.</title><content type='html'>I have just completed my friggin' Chinois Essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp; LOOK AT THE FRIGGIN' TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm gonna sleep late,&lt;br /&gt;A lil' blogging before bedtime would do no harm.&lt;br /&gt;Since the harm's already been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M UPSET 'CAUSE I HAVE PASSED MY REM STATE.&lt;br /&gt;I would friggin' have friggin' problems waking up&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; forcing myself to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pay attention&lt;/span&gt; in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schtooopid Chinois debate later.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quack like a duck&lt;/span&gt; throughout the entire debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like, Quack, Quack &amp;amp; Quack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm delirious now.&lt;br /&gt;Delirious with fatigue.&lt;br /&gt;Schtooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate loads today.&lt;br /&gt;1) Mum-made subway&lt;br /&gt;2) John's bread with hotdog&lt;br /&gt;3) Chocolate Pocky&lt;br /&gt;4) Fish, Wedges &amp;amp; Baked Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5) 10 meatballs &amp;amp; 1 gigantic potato, with creamy gravy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Some two-coloured gummies. One side is the berry side, the other's some creamy dessert dip. 7) Roasted Garlic Peanuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fat alright?&lt;br /&gt;Schtooopid me.&lt;br /&gt;Later shall be excessive diet period.&lt;br /&gt;I should just survive on one slice of bread the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I feel my intestines rotting 'cause if some rotten medicine I kept in the refrigerator for a month.&lt;br /&gt;Schtooopid relapse of a schtooopid internal infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's RDA later.&lt;br /&gt;Bet I'm gonna fall asleep beside the friggin' 'edge'og who only has&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; IRCHKE&lt;/span&gt; in his dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;Schtooopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-5283273434742914999?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5283273434742914999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=5283273434742914999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5283273434742914999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5283273434742914999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-at-me-mrs-lovett-look-at-you.html' title='Look at me, Mrs Lovett, look at you.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-5582239231407322075</id><published>2008-05-10T18:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:29:42.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marshmallows!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was hungry &amp;amp; so I decided to roast some marshmallows in the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I proceeded to read my Chinese notes while waiting to indulge in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SCV2-ha2MPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1y5-xOy9QQA/s1600-h/10052008120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198692161364046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SCV2-ha2MPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1y5-xOy9QQA/s320/10052008120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; OH, NEVERMIND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They caught fire and inflated to the size of tennis balls.&lt;br /&gt;They became black &amp;amp; there goes my marshmallows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I decided to take the risk again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But this time, with NO Chinese notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SCV2-xa2MQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2td5-VcLqlE/s1600-h/10052008122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198692165659013378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SCV2-xa2MQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/2td5-VcLqlE/s320/10052008122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank god, my marshmallows turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;Like fluffy lil' pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; foamy inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-5582239231407322075?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5582239231407322075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=5582239231407322075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5582239231407322075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5582239231407322075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/marshmallows.html' title='Marshmallows!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SCV2-ha2MPI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1y5-xOy9QQA/s72-c/10052008120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-382063689002702974</id><published>2008-05-05T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T23:01:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I,</title><content type='html'>Am Bored to the Max.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll give a monotonous run through of today.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am happy today, 'cause everyone's all alright now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone&lt;/span&gt; is not being mean anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp; You'd better stay unmean, lest I &lt;em&gt;mati pucuk&lt;/em&gt; you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright. But the centre has closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAMN IT. &lt;/span&gt;I hate it when teachers torment us like that!&lt;br /&gt;While they sit in an airconditioned room sniggering "Haha, the G11s are stuck out there! Serves them right!"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; omg, badminton is being such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I went to SJI with the Lins &amp;amp; Gabby to take their cert.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take mine! 'Cause I am too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but I didn't go home empty-handed!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back for GK talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-382063689002702974?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/382063689002702974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=382063689002702974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/382063689002702974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/382063689002702974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i.html' title='I,'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-4373675086515692669</id><published>2008-05-05T00:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:05:14.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JOHOR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt; for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Shopped around City Square.&lt;br /&gt;Char &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kway&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teow&lt;/span&gt; was alright, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Chee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cheong&lt;/span&gt; Fan was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a pretty gay-looking file.&lt;br /&gt;It's pink, blue &amp;amp; brown.&lt;br /&gt;With cute Japanese characters &amp;amp; fishes on it!&lt;br /&gt;Pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sakura's&lt;/span&gt; and a brown wooden &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;teahouse&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;My mother said it was childish.&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ey&lt;/span&gt;, but I did have a deprived childhood alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolscap paper was pretty too!&lt;br /&gt;With a picture of a Fishing village on the cover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so associated with fishes today?&lt;br /&gt;Dan &amp;amp; I were talking about fishes in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, fish fish fish.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NLK&lt;/span&gt; is a black amiable fish!&lt;br /&gt;ROW is an anorexic koi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't wait for KL if I'm even going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'll see how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gawad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Kalinga&lt;/span&gt; goes.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll most probably end up in KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it is 0100 on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;revoir&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Bonne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nuit&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was being a bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I raised my voice at him.&lt;br /&gt;He should stop being a bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4373675086515692669?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4373675086515692669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4373675086515692669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4373675086515692669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4373675086515692669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8105689868316832081</id><published>2008-05-03T16:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T16:05:53.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because,</title><content type='html'>I am sofa king weetodid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8105689868316832081?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8105689868316832081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8105689868316832081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8105689868316832081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8105689868316832081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/because.html' title='Because,'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-2940276275682115099</id><published>2008-05-03T13:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:28:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They all seem so far away.</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to do my &lt;em&gt;Chimie&lt;/em&gt; Report.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not really into doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am a piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;I can't join the Narcissist Club, because I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall blog about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bad day again.&lt;br /&gt;Danusha was having a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;Joey was having a bad time too.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Joey was having a bad time 'cause Danusha had a bad time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus Canossian School.&lt;br /&gt;Service made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Canossian rocks.&lt;br /&gt;But it eats into &lt;em&gt;Chinois&lt;/em&gt; Extra Lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You find:&lt;br /&gt;Terrapins in a terrarium!&lt;br /&gt;Aquas in an aquarium!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Koh was being his usual bastardy self.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching the lil' kids naughty things &amp;amp; caressing himself.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny 'walked' into 'Sungei Buloh Nature Reserve'.&lt;br /&gt;I ate fifty-cent Jelly &amp;amp; one-dollar Wantons.&lt;br /&gt;We taught the kids to make Mothers' &amp;amp; Fathers' Day cards.&lt;br /&gt;They are cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBv2iRxDYjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YY21LaM6fpY/s1600-h/19042008047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196017663847129650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBv2iRxDYjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YY21LaM6fpY/s320/19042008047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made these the previous Canossian session.&lt;br /&gt;Ernest's SuperPillowMan.&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's lil' Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Joey's lil' Dilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now shut up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am angry. Argh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2940276275682115099?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2940276275682115099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2940276275682115099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2940276275682115099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2940276275682115099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/they-all-seem-so-far-away.html' title='They all seem so far away.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBv2iRxDYjI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YY21LaM6fpY/s72-c/19042008047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-7383319418668298119</id><published>2008-05-01T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:31:28.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ILOVEYOUPEOPLE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello people.&lt;br /&gt;I would have gone to Hostel &amp;amp; Iron Man&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't under the friggin' impression that I was going to Malaysia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But oh well, it doesn't matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least I completed 0.01 percent of my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBl6ABxDYiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Rwk951ApfAE/s1600-h/nlk+joey+n+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195317786041344546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBl6ABxDYiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Rwk951ApfAE/s400/nlk+joey+n+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILOVEYOU &lt;/span&gt;to bits &amp;amp; pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DANUSHA, NLK, CHRIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; every single person who was going through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joey-is-bemoaning-her-fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yesternight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DANUSHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you have more pressing issues than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey-is-planning-a-widespread-massacre-of-the-human-race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I'm sorry for all the shit &amp;amp; fking nonsense you got out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You people would have &lt;strong&gt;made my world&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I wasn't already feeling so rotten inside.&lt;br /&gt;Had an insight of myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something I have denied for 17 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ILOVEYOULOADS, PEEPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. It is not a good idea to listen to Sweeney Todd when you are feeling like mashed potatoes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause it starts introducing an agenda into your head with Virginia Tech at the topmost priority.&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/455560563638968267-7383319418668298119?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7383319418668298119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7383319418668298119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7383319418668298119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7383319418668298119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/05/iloveyoupeople.html' title='ILOVEYOUPEOPLE.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBl6ABxDYiI/AAAAAAAAAME/Rwk951ApfAE/s72-c/nlk+joey+n+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-2081421767095343699</id><published>2008-04-30T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:53:11.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tdysthwrstdynrth!</title><content type='html'>Imschfrggnbtchdntknwwhtswrngwthm&lt;br /&gt;Imscrdndsdbthvnfrggnrghtt&lt;br /&gt;Imwhnnglkwhnypyp&lt;br /&gt;Imscrdthtywlllkhr&lt;br /&gt;Thtmksmthbggtfckngbtchvr&lt;br /&gt;Jstltmrtlrght&lt;br /&gt;Idntwntstndplknnds&lt;br /&gt;Iwsssdlmstcrd&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Idntknwwhsfckngfltts&lt;br /&gt;Yrsrmn?&lt;br /&gt;Okymstgtvrt&lt;br /&gt;BcsIdnthvsynnythng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Danusha~believe in your choices~* says:&lt;br /&gt;because u suck&lt;br /&gt;*Danusha~believe in your choices~* says:&lt;br /&gt;whoops&lt;br /&gt;*Danusha~believe in your choices~* says:&lt;br /&gt;wrg convo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, but it best describes me, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Nalaka, Danusha &amp;amp; Sien.&lt;br /&gt;Joey isn't being a good girl today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said, "remind me to shoot myself in the head when I get home."&lt;br /&gt;Lndmyrgnwhnyrdn&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Ho Naa Ho.&lt;br /&gt;Kuch Kuch Hota Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kuch To Huai Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Mahi Ve. Soni soni, achar mahi ve.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2081421767095343699?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2081421767095343699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2081421767095343699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2081421767095343699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2081421767095343699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/tdysthwrstdynrth.html' title='Tdysthwrstdynrth!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-2062156165504771580</id><published>2008-04-29T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:00:52.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Jerry's!</title><content type='html'>Today is a SAD yet HAPPY day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SAD things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt dispirited in the morning 'cause of some confusion last night. But well, it didn't really matter 'cause it doesn't exactly concern me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing is that when people are confused, I get confused too.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, all parties get thrown into a confusion because I am confused &amp;amp; I start confusing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikodemus Yoga actually called me a Bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot, Daddy. You made me SAD.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Oooik insisted that I was in Elementary School &amp;amp; I had no brain.&lt;br /&gt;Which is not true.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That friggin' Hedgehog refused to admit that I am hot. Well, I meant I felt hot but that friggin' Hedgehog took it to mean something else. But either way, you insisting that I am not hot made me SAD.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I admit that I am not hot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my French Test. I left my last page blank &amp;amp; I actually wrote 'Je ne sais pas' on my script before I had the sense to liquid them away.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Huesdens was laughing at my answer for 'coffee without milk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, &amp;amp; during French class, Rowly got pissed with me. 'Cause he was pissed &amp;amp; I started laughing at him for being pissed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; He got doubly pissed.&lt;br /&gt;He snapped at me. I am HURT.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am SAD because &lt;strong&gt;we &lt;/strong&gt;ain't talking that much anymore. Is it just me? Or &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;? Or &lt;strong&gt;the both of us&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am SAD because of &lt;em&gt;what made me SAD&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You&lt;/strong&gt; don't know what &amp;amp; well, I don't know whether I am ready to enlighten &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; yet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the HAPPY things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Initially I was underweight, then I became overweight, &amp;amp; then, now, I'm moderate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Especially so when it's &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; CONE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;I had Chunky Monkey, New York &amp;amp; Chunky Monkey again!&lt;br /&gt;Yay, three ice-creams for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;My cellulite content has increased at the expense of my Bio report.&lt;br /&gt;But the point is Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's rocks!&lt;br /&gt;Minus the fat content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yay, it was FUN&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;doing naughty things &lt;/em&gt;just for ice-cream!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bern, Binks &amp;amp; Part Time are FUNNY &amp;amp; CUTE people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, have you all seen FERMS?&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;strong&gt;SO CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOOMS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forty-one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ERNEST!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOOMS + ERNEST = &lt;strong&gt;FERMS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE AWWW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, they looked the sweetest pair!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; People in the centre could do nothing but, "AWWW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2062156165504771580?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2062156165504771580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2062156165504771580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2062156165504771580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2062156165504771580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/ben-jerrys.html' title='Ben &amp; Jerry&apos;s!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7366302575950103151</id><published>2008-04-28T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:21:01.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;18 April 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Ooi Sen Ven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqBxDYKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D5Mk6-1Pp9g/s1600-h/CIMG0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194277270084346018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqBxDYKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D5Mk6-1Pp9g/s200/CIMG0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqRxDYLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eH9mnVKbdtM/s1600-h/HPIM2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194277274379313330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqRxDYLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eH9mnVKbdtM/s200/HPIM2493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqhxDYMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XKAUXemTtyI/s1600-h/CIMG0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194277278674280642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqhxDYMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/XKAUXemTtyI/s200/CIMG0819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At EIGHTEEN, you can:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do drugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;Bypass bouncers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch M18 movies.&lt;br /&gt;Get a girl pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; A whole load of naughty things.&lt;br /&gt;Etcetera, etcetera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay! Cheerios, John!&lt;br /&gt;For the revelation of this fun, wild, &amp;amp; bitchy world!&lt;br /&gt;Soley for the EIGHTEENS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20 April 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To celebrate John's birthday,&lt;br /&gt;We went to&lt;/span&gt; Sentosa, Tanjong Beeeach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A quiet serene beeeach,&lt;br /&gt;Sporting scantily clad girls with their &lt;strong&gt;fats&lt;/strong&gt; wobbling like &lt;strong&gt;pudding&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Once hunks not now, with &lt;strong&gt;muscles gone bad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Some splayed like chickens, &lt;strong&gt;roasting&lt;/strong&gt; in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Boasting their &lt;strong&gt;cellulite&lt;/strong&gt;, like, wobble, wobble, wobble &amp;amp; wobble.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I fall into one of these categories. (:&lt;br /&gt;You could see dogs &lt;strong&gt;pooping&lt;/strong&gt; into the sea&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a golden retriever actually buried his mouth into my KFC meal.&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I SINCERELY APOLOGISE, PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I should really get that shirt that says&lt;br /&gt;"I'm late but I was worth waiting for."&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I take that back, 'cause I'm seriously sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, you can't deny that, can you?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not. Back to the poiiiint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DMRxDX4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVHGt6OGxjI/s1600-h/CIMG0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090929867218818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DMRxDX4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WVHGt6OGxjI/s200/CIMG0728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DMhxDX5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LiVLemgM1oE/s1600-h/CIMG0729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090934162186130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DMhxDX5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/LiVLemgM1oE/s200/CIMG0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DNhxDX7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7giRbfRbFLo/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090951342055346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DNhxDX7I/AAAAAAAAAHU/7giRbfRbFLo/s200/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DOBxDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/yBmATha6sQM/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090959931989954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DOBxDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/yBmATha6sQM/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DNBxDX6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/yG3sB-tIoHU/s1600-h/CIMG0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090942752120738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SA4DNBxDX6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/yG3sB-tIoHU/s200/CIMG0730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXBshxDYJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bBVCIiHdVas/s1600-h/CIMG0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194270715964252306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXBshxDYJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/bBVCIiHdVas/s200/CIMG0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh-huh, a whoppin' helluva fun of camwhoring cum begrudgingly-waiting-for-Joey session.&lt;br /&gt;I am SORRY, peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; Look! Saweet went for Xtreme Makeover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We were there for lunch &amp;amp; beeeaching!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194284928011034834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXOnxxDYNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/w4Rg6wl_Kls/s320/CIMG0771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitch&lt;/strong&gt;ing too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194284945190904034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXOoxxDYOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/vTqgXCRn3iQ/s320/CIMG0811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love swimming!&lt;br /&gt;Minus the shitwater assailing my nostrils, tongue, eyes &amp;amp; throat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I love it all the same. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194284949485871346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXOpBxDYPI/AAAAAAAAAJs/FX9aIn6Og1I/s320/CIMG0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some reading at the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; OOOOOOOOH!&lt;br /&gt;It would have been right for me to actually get out of that scene,&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some really sexy pictures you wouldn't want to miss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVURxDYQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZQnKPof41IQ/s1600-h/CIMG0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292289584980226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVURxDYQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZQnKPof41IQ/s320/CIMG0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheesy Fries are sexy!&lt;br /&gt;Finger Linkin' Goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVVBxDYRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Evy6jNlNo8U/s1600-h/CIMG0823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292302469882130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVVBxDYRI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Evy6jNlNo8U/s320/CIMG0823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pinoy Dance&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of Rowland Anthony S. Imperial&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, rated M18.&lt;br /&gt;It would have been a five stars performance if it was R21.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVVhxDYSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pEtI7xZ80zw/s1600-h/CIMG0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292311059816738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVVhxDYSI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pEtI7xZ80zw/s320/CIMG0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mandy is sexy.&lt;br /&gt;Because Fat does not equate to Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;But Crazy does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXXGBxDYVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uta3bSoEq7M/s1600-h/HPIM2481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294243795099986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXXGBxDYVI/AAAAAAAAAKc/uta3bSoEq7M/s320/HPIM2481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194294248090067298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXXGRxDYWI/AAAAAAAAAKk/gxVoh3mma-I/s320/HPIM2499.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I see hot &amp;amp; sexy &lt;strike&gt;Indians&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I mean to say hot &amp;amp; sexy Sri Lankan &amp;amp; Indian&lt;br /&gt;Toasting themselves for a darker tan.&lt;br /&gt;(As if NLK wasn't black enough.)&lt;br /&gt;Haha, kiddin' !&lt;br /&gt;These people were sleeping on a fine fine day.&lt;br /&gt;What a waste. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, enough for the sexy part.&lt;br /&gt;The Random Part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVWBxDYTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6xyoRS_gx_4/s1600-h/HPIM2477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292319649751346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVWBxDYTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/6xyoRS_gx_4/s320/HPIM2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194292323944718658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXVWRxDYUI/AAAAAAAAAKU/T45kAKp8J9g/s320/HPIM2495.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sien is strrrrong!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe2BxDYXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7Z6t32qhep8/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302765010215282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe2BxDYXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7Z6t32qhep8/s320/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302773600149890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe2hxDYYI/AAAAAAAAAK0/atl5yG-yg0Y/s320/DSC00157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe2xxDYZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wMuun4FiI2Q/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302777895117202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe2xxDYZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/wMuun4FiI2Q/s320/DSC00151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe3BxDYaI/AAAAAAAAALE/i2VG2erwgg8/s1600-h/HPIM2482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302782190084514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe3BxDYaI/AAAAAAAAALE/i2VG2erwgg8/s320/HPIM2482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302790780019122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXe3hxDYbI/AAAAAAAAALM/cAz-f6mEwQo/s320/CIMG0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;That was being totally gay.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not surprised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiTRxDYcI/AAAAAAAAALU/6-F_I7KVbqU/s1600-h/CIMG0813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306566056272322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiTRxDYcI/AAAAAAAAALU/6-F_I7KVbqU/s320/CIMG0813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiThxDYdI/AAAAAAAAALc/9shoLfrZXSw/s1600-h/CIMG0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306570351239634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiThxDYdI/AAAAAAAAALc/9shoLfrZXSw/s320/CIMG0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiTxxDYeI/AAAAAAAAALk/kDVX4hTvBDM/s1600-h/CIMG0768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306574646206946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiTxxDYeI/AAAAAAAAALk/kDVX4hTvBDM/s320/CIMG0768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danusha! &amp;amp; Celine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiUBxDYfI/AAAAAAAAALs/xxDiBTMdWBQ/s1600-h/CIMG0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306578941174258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiUBxDYfI/AAAAAAAAALs/xxDiBTMdWBQ/s320/CIMG0816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh, I was trying to avoid the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;They cut bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Got cut several times, Dan too.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I resembled a yeti hunting for &lt;em&gt;poissons&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306591826076162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXiUxxDYgI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ITRZ0FU5s1E/s320/CIMG0821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Epithelium ripped by jagged rocks.&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXoTRxDYhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ipojAoPJvSY/s1600-h/CIMG0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194313163126039058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXoTRxDYhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ipojAoPJvSY/s400/CIMG0871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were loads of pictures. But I couldn't post them all up.&lt;br /&gt;I would die doing so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But anyway, hope everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;SELEMAT HARI JADI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JOHN &lt;strong&gt;OOOIK&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7366302575950103151?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7366302575950103151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7366302575950103151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7366302575950103151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7366302575950103151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/ooi.html' title='Ooi!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBXHqBxDYKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/D5Mk6-1Pp9g/s72-c/CIMG0808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-2258946598260598215</id><published>2008-04-27T20:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:02:47.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Quay was amusingly unorthodoxical!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRyExxDYEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KCkPqWf-rWg/s1600-h/27042008084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193901696669147202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRyExxDYEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KCkPqWf-rWg/s400/27042008084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncanny resemblance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C for Clinic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRzBRxDYFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-75ZYnsaWfM/s1600-h/27042008085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902736051232850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRzBRxDYFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-75ZYnsaWfM/s400/27042008085.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wheelchairs, operating tables.&lt;br /&gt;Those nondescript clinic chairs&lt;br /&gt;do not exactly ring a pleasant bell in your head, do they?&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you have been imbued with grotesque thrillers about hospitals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Visualize.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193903680944037986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRz4RxDYGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vhsnG2aLr0U/s400/27042008087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Well, in case you didn't really scrutinize or recognize those steel enclosures that would remind you of an abatoir,&lt;br /&gt;it is made to resemble a mortuary.&lt;br /&gt;It's cool, but not when you are thinking of Sweeny Todd's barber instruments, having a really interesting Bio partner telling you his current massacre agenda &amp;amp; visualing morbid corpses served as your dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRz4RxDYGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/vhsnG2aLr0U/s1600-h/27042008087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193903685239005298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRz4hxDYHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/c2KI46pQV0A/s400/27042008090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I freaked out when I saw this one. It's an operating table &amp;amp; look at those sinistic lights you would find in an operation room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, you could look down at your steak &amp;amp; wonder if that was actually a slice out of a human heart?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps red wine could be useful for an emergency blood transfusion, wouldn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For one, I would think the owner was &lt;strong&gt;a tad&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;autistic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBR4AhxDYII/AAAAAAAAAI0/MCabMZ8O-Sw/s1600-h/27042008088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193908220724469890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBR4AhxDYII/AAAAAAAAAI0/MCabMZ8O-Sw/s400/27042008088.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a really cool setting.&lt;br /&gt;Look, a shrunken head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gros morceaux chauds !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Haha, okay, this doesn't exactly make sense.&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;babelfished&lt;/em&gt; Hot Hunks from English to French &amp;amp; this was what they gave me.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't exactly seem right, so I &lt;em&gt;babelfished&lt;/em&gt; it back to English.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;It says &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Large hot pieces&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2258946598260598215?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2258946598260598215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2258946598260598215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2258946598260598215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2258946598260598215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/clark-quay-was-amusingly-unorthodoxical.html' title='Clark Quay was amusingly unorthodoxical!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBRyExxDYEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KCkPqWf-rWg/s72-c/27042008084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-9002040611757420800</id><published>2008-04-26T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T21:56:23.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddle, waddle, waddle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMyRRxDYDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3bJdjYMZ_lc/s1600-h/26042008080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193550067696623666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMyRRxDYDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3bJdjYMZ_lc/s200/26042008080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMqmBxDYCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CUsR4A-MmhQ/s1600-h/26042008079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193541628085887010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMqmBxDYCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CUsR4A-MmhQ/s200/26042008079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Daddy brought a lost turtle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was found crossing the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, this would be cute if it wasn't too large and my house too small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It hisses and bites too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't let my other darls be at risk. This could easily crush them flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMmbRxDYBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1rhdWXyi4hw/s1600-h/26042008081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193537045355782162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMmbRxDYBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1rhdWXyi4hw/s400/26042008081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see what I mean, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told Daddy to return it to the reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;Poor little thing must have missed chasing the little &lt;em&gt;poissons&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-9002040611757420800?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/9002040611757420800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=9002040611757420800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/9002040611757420800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/9002040611757420800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/waddle-waddle-waddle.html' title='Waddle, waddle, waddle!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SBMyRRxDYDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/3bJdjYMZ_lc/s72-c/26042008080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-9039653720121682703</id><published>2008-04-23T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:03:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but the thing is if i dont , i’d kinda be letting the baby kangaroo down and i dont want to. i feel luke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you friggin' hedgehog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i will whine next RDA session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but you'd better stay and sidewalk bryan with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you friggin' hedgehog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-9039653720121682703?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/9039653720121682703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=9039653720121682703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/9039653720121682703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/9039653720121682703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/rda.html' title='RDA'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-529804516188633553</id><published>2008-04-18T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:53:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>Ingenious, these people.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit a touchless of random joblessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two female teachers you would like to go to lunch with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mrs Kitchener &amp;amp; Ms Curry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which teacher would you like to spend the night with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I rephrase, which teacher would you like to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt; with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dr. Hjorth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-529804516188633553?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/529804516188633553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=529804516188633553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/529804516188633553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/529804516188633553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3725019054762202502</id><published>2008-04-12T16:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T22:51:20.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make an art statement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SAB_p7J2swI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cVn9vYhf6yA/s1600-h/12042008015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188287128961200898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SAB_p7J2swI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cVn9vYhf6yA/s200/12042008015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SAB-07J2svI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QNAPQBlyJiM/s1600-h/12042008016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188286218428134130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/SAB-07J2svI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QNAPQBlyJiM/s200/12042008016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are freakingly cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But merely derived from Yinto and I jamming our hands into the photocopier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The school's photocopier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CREDITS to PART TIME for pressing the photocopier button. :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/455560563638968267-3725019054762202502?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3725019054762202502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3725019054762202502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3725019054762202502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3725019054762202502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-art-statement.html' title='Make an art statement.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/SAB_p7J2swI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cVn9vYhf6yA/s72-c/12042008015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-4677077450241168385</id><published>2008-04-10T22:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T15:59:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English!</title><content type='html'>This is what we do during Laura Hammond's class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey has sent Rowland a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland has invited you to view his webcam. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Decline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey has invited Rowland to do his Pinoy Dance. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Accept&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Decline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rowland has declined and will decline foreva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4677077450241168385?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4677077450241168385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4677077450241168385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4677077450241168385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4677077450241168385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/english.html' title='English!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7334565925382170212</id><published>2008-04-07T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:06:57.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, people can get so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO SHALLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHO SHALLOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-frantic hand gestures signalling shallowness, like the perfect retard-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Delve into the deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Open your eyes &amp;amp; see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;See deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stop floating on the &lt;strong&gt;shallow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; lies &lt;strong&gt;deep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7334565925382170212?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7334565925382170212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7334565925382170212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7334565925382170212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7334565925382170212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/shallow.html' title='Shallow'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-1951466062967650947</id><published>2008-04-06T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T15:17:54.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyeux anniversaire, bebes!</title><content type='html'>Pity, I couldn't attend 050408.&lt;br /&gt;Heard it was helluva fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHRISTEO, CHARISSA, WEIJIE &amp;amp; JOSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'aime le chinois!&lt;br /&gt;J'ai accompli le chinois!&lt;br /&gt;Approximativement &lt;strong&gt;huit cents et vingt&lt;/strong&gt; mots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-1951466062967650947?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1951466062967650947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=1951466062967650947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1951466062967650947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1951466062967650947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/joyeux-anniversaire-bebes.html' title='Joyeux anniversaire, bebes!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3545676592019027989</id><published>2008-04-05T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:37:51.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>=RANDBETWEEN(1,12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is drving me &lt;em&gt;pea&lt;/em&gt;nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &lt;em&gt;pea&lt;/em&gt;nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interdeterminacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is driving me &lt;em&gt;wal&lt;/em&gt;nuts.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do away,&lt;br /&gt;Occam's Razor Social Forces False Premise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Just go away and let me sulk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3545676592019027989?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3545676592019027989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3545676592019027989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3545676592019027989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3545676592019027989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/randbetween112-this-is-drving-me-pea.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-2234469023822035649</id><published>2008-04-05T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:45:56.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pillowman.</title><content type='html'>Katurian Katurian Katurian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Like I said, my parents were funny people."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilariously disturbing,&lt;br /&gt;Provocatively amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I absolutely loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Who put this on you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Who?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"A man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why didn't you take it off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I thought I was not supposed to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why, you look stupid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inchoate nexus of stories interlinked.&lt;br /&gt;Suspect, who didn't murder, was convicted of murder.&lt;br /&gt;Spastic brother, least likely to commit murder, committed murder.&lt;br /&gt;Suspect then committed murder by murdering spastic brother, who committed murder.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, you will realize that spastic brother was an accessory to his own murder.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody brilliant plot.&lt;br /&gt;Confusing complex complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the gruesome part. Naturally, with this sick mind of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Razor blades down one's throat,&lt;br /&gt;Toes chopped off,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the cruxification of a little girl who was subsequently buried alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Do you still want to be Jesus?"&lt;br /&gt;"I do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grotesque murders carried out by spastic brother according to the stories the suspect had written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really coarse language and scenes.&lt;br /&gt;Peppered with so many &lt;em&gt;fuckings&lt;/em&gt;. I mean, the word, '&lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Am I your fucking friend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a full view of a man's butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Why are you kneeling?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Because I was told to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"You look stupid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Adrian Pang. Especially, with his pistol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4-BANG!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunshot was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; he was amusingly retarded when he made rascist comments about Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Nlk will follow Adrian Pang's footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, Nlk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2234469023822035649?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2234469023822035649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2234469023822035649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2234469023822035649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2234469023822035649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/pillowman.html' title='The Pillowman.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3000884623749712486</id><published>2008-04-04T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:39:52.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, no more hugs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hugs banned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I'll have to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reconfigure &lt;/span&gt;my conditioned reflex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Danusha, but in the meantime you will have to suffer the manifestation of my withdrawal symptons in Chem and Bio class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3000884623749712486?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3000884623749712486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3000884623749712486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3000884623749712486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3000884623749712486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-no-more-hugs.html' title='Damn, no more hugs.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8826843124005594778</id><published>2008-03-30T23:25:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:08:24.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love ECP, BEACH, &amp; SHITWATER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ECP was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOMBASTICALLY&lt;/span&gt; FABULOUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183560113583168562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--0daoCHDI/AAAAAAAAADk/o-xbzpbRE3c/s320/209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;HONORIFICABILITUDINITATIBUS,&lt;br /&gt;SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; OH. MY. GODDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--1gKoCHEI/AAAAAAAAADs/o7TnFmYTtS4/s1600-h/184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183561260339436610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--1gKoCHEI/AAAAAAAAADs/o7TnFmYTtS4/s200/184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--18qoCHFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T9Lg7FFAlug/s1600-h/160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183561749965708370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--18qoCHFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/T9Lg7FFAlug/s200/160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--2raoCHGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wm1W177SXWI/s1600-h/182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183562553124592738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--2raoCHGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Wm1W177SXWI/s200/182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_G9KoCHVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/B2b4tc55PXQ/s1600-h/208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183580450253315410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_G9KoCHVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/B2b4tc55PXQ/s200/208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had fun like this for eons. After today, I advocate we drop our perverse perspective of &lt;em&gt;beaches&lt;/em&gt; (if you know what I mean) and embrace a cool, new definition! Afterall, it seems like shitwater provided us tons &amp;amp; tons of fun, like never before. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures show:&lt;br /&gt;01 Celine &amp;amp; I debating "To Strip Or Not To Strip, That Is The Question".&lt;br /&gt;02 Us, being randomly random, with a particularly random close-up shot of really random people.&lt;br /&gt;03 Daddy tossing a frisbee &amp;amp; Daddy looks cool here!&lt;br /&gt;04 John warning us the dangers of the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--6JqoCHHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t5HjqaNMu2U/s1600-h/204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183566371350518898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--6JqoCHHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t5HjqaNMu2U/s200/204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--6KKoCHJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x9Xip_Cxx8E/s1600-h/206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183566379940453522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--6KKoCHJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/x9Xip_Cxx8E/s200/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--6J6oCHII/AAAAAAAAAEM/ckebrpb70Bk/s1600-h/205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183566375645486210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--6J6oCHII/AAAAAAAAAEM/ckebrpb70Bk/s200/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_G86oCHUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eSpfIl40AD0/s1600-h/207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183580445958348098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_G86oCHUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/eSpfIl40AD0/s200/207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Frisbee and Monkey should seriously be played in seawater. Nevermind being encrusted in salt and caked in sand, not to mention taking big gulps of NaCl solution with nanoscopic particles of shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; today. I totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; ECP. &amp;amp; I totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_A5aoCHLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J_1ZImUfzF0/s1600-h/231.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183573788759039154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_A5aoCHLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/J_1ZImUfzF0/s200/231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_FuqoCHSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tF0ScR2GKrc/s1600-h/199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183579101633584418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_FuqoCHSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tF0ScR2GKrc/s200/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_A5qoCHMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QxS--s2EIRc/s1600-h/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183573793054006466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_A5qoCHMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/QxS--s2EIRc/s200/233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_A7KoCHNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EhKLS7xLqO4/s1600-h/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183573818823810258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_A7KoCHNI/AAAAAAAAAE0/EhKLS7xLqO4/s200/217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our crappy moments, ROCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_B4KoCHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/d6Q8fxUs_LQ/s1600-h/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183574866795830514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_B4KoCHPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/d6Q8fxUs_LQ/s200/170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_B36oCHOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WNoNAiNmbtY/s1600-h/155.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183574862500863202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_B36oCHOI/AAAAAAAAAE8/WNoNAiNmbtY/s200/155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_B4aoCHQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ceDUywplYf0/s1600-h/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183574871090797826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_B4aoCHQI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ceDUywplYf0/s200/215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_FO6oCHRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9L0ejlI5Ofo/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183578556172737810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-_FO6oCHRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9L0ejlI5Ofo/s200/187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, people just love being oblivious to the existence of Joey Lim Sze Yun, don't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; I shall feign sorrow. ): I AM SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I still love you people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183572715017215138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--_66oCHKI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wXcASqjPaWM/s400/218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Immaculately heavenly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8826843124005594778?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8826843124005594778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8826843124005594778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8826843124005594778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8826843124005594778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-ecp-beach-shitwater.html' title='I love ECP, BEACH, &amp; SHITWATER!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R--0daoCHDI/AAAAAAAAADk/o-xbzpbRE3c/s72-c/209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-7797226690154045466</id><published>2008-03-27T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:24:24.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM AS HAPPY AS A BANANA!</title><content type='html'>The last week of Easter holiday sort of became house-visiting week or something. Practically everyday's packed with activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: Good Shepherd! I LOVE GOOD SHEPERD.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH, I WANT TO CHANGE SERVICE.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really, really want to CHANGE service.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my kid rocks. Apparently, Danusha thinks so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to SHEE's house yesterday! Main purpose was to study, and yay, I fulfilled my purpose. But productivity will be another question. :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love SHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I love SHEE's MUM and her COOKING! DAMN YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Yay, LOTS OF LOVE to SHEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: You know there's a _____ &amp;amp; Danusha ____________________.&lt;br /&gt;Shireena: HUHHH, but Danusha is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;Joey: YEA! Danusha is so pretty, right? And ____________________ is so __________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. DANUSHA, SEE.&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP &amp;amp; DON'T ARGUE.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'll TRIPLE hate you.&lt;br /&gt;Want to look for a well, look for one that is made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;A HEART OF GOLD because it will NEVER allow you to drown.&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YINTO's house today! I did 1.25 Mindmap for CHEM. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to swim, but LAZY me simply refused to get my swimsuit from DAN.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; LAZY DAN simply refused to come over.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DAN, but I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be CANOSSIAN tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;On SATURDAY, I will go to the hostel and retrieve my abandoned toothbrush! Then to DAN's house for SLEEPOVER!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY, MOVIE LUNCH ECP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School.&lt;br /&gt;Next week.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7797226690154045466?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7797226690154045466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7797226690154045466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7797226690154045466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7797226690154045466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-as-happy-as-banana.html' title='I AM AS HAPPY AS A BANANA!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-4982549967357509832</id><published>2008-03-26T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:29:57.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleading Child cannot be Perfectly Contented</title><content type='html'>Vague&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just rot.&lt;br /&gt;Or bang my head on wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4982549967357509832?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4982549967357509832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4982549967357509832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4982549967357509832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4982549967357509832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/bah.html' title='Pleading Child cannot be Perfectly Contented'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-2450245683974316520</id><published>2008-03-23T22:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T03:41:50.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Paint My Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>It just probably proves the significance of &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; to you. Minute enough to just fade into oblivion. Well, thanks alot. We'd probably understand, I guess we really do. Okay, I'm not complaining. Seriously, I don't mind a hell bit. Not at all. I'm just, probably, &lt;em&gt;painting my own Mona Lisa&lt;/em&gt;, if that's the way you want to put it. Only you don't know me, you don't know what I mean, but nevermind, you are not supposed to know, I don't ever want you to know. It should have been imbued into your head, but once again, you wouldn't care, like we cared for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; as an attempt to include us. But apparently, there wasn't an attempt to attempt. If we were present, wow, catastrophe. We wouldn't mind really, but why claim it was an attempt when we could all see no interest to attempt and instead went to the other end of the spectrum. Got some feeback, weren't good. I'm regretting what we are currently working on right now. Maybe, we should just cease and dissipate. Just eradicate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, you aren't complying to what you advocated. Advocated, under pressure. Pressure ain't working. &lt;em&gt;Rice cooker's faulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are out of our world, like we are out of yours. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had a gun, I would give you Pam Carter's most genuine smile before I leave that bloody hole in your heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2450245683974316520?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2450245683974316520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2450245683974316520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2450245683974316520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2450245683974316520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-paint-my-mona-lisa.html' title='To Paint My Mona Lisa'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-1184811886331818253</id><published>2008-03-23T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:33:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>DESPERATELY WANTED: Joey's HL MATH textbook, PLASTIC-wrapped and GREEN-scotchtaped. Please CHECK if you have SWAPPED by MISTAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have someone else's book with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-1184811886331818253?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1184811886331818253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=1184811886331818253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1184811886331818253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1184811886331818253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_23.html' title='):'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-262930207144102025</id><published>2008-03-20T23:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T23:20:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart my Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-J9sKoCHBI/AAAAAAAAADU/l_EMcmNwCQo/s1600-h/Image198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179840719149472786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-J9sKoCHBI/AAAAAAAAADU/l_EMcmNwCQo/s320/Image198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ikea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-J94KoCHCI/AAAAAAAAADc/EIELLHhZAjE/s1600-h/Image197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179840925307903010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-J94KoCHCI/AAAAAAAAADc/EIELLHhZAjE/s320/Image197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! Birthday treat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm full now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; happay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother: Huh, you are 17 already? So old?&lt;br /&gt;Joey: ...&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hardly anyone in my family knows my age. Bloody hell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-262930207144102025?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/262930207144102025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=262930207144102025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/262930207144102025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/262930207144102025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-heart-my-birthday.html' title='I heart my Birthday!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-J9sKoCHBI/AAAAAAAAADU/l_EMcmNwCQo/s72-c/Image198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-1433998998121591631</id><published>2008-03-20T00:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:49:44.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>190391</title><content type='html'>Fish &amp;amp; Co. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJTwHlZAI/AAAAAAAAACs/UDLJp6uM798/s1600-h/HPIM2286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179501650135835650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJTwHlZAI/AAAAAAAAACs/UDLJp6uM798/s320/HPIM2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJUQHlZBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VXUztCWpOjU/s1600-h/HPIM2282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179501658725770258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJUQHlZBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VXUztCWpOjU/s320/HPIM2282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJUQHlZCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qJGQWgwxFLA/s1600-h/HPIM2287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179501658725770274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJUQHlZCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qJGQWgwxFLA/s320/HPIM2287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lin Brothers &amp;amp; The Adopted Brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobless Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJUwHlZDI/AAAAAAAAADE/axCN6bEjB5g/s1600-h/HPIM2289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179501667315704882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJUwHlZDI/AAAAAAAAADE/axCN6bEjB5g/s320/HPIM2289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJVAHlZEI/AAAAAAAAADM/Kry70oHPtlU/s1600-h/HPIM2298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179501671610672194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJVAHlZEI/AAAAAAAAADM/Kry70oHPtlU/s320/HPIM2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the pretty presents, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I love DANUSHA!&lt;br /&gt;I love YINTO!&lt;br /&gt;I love WEIJIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pun cinta AYAM, anak perempuan!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-1433998998121591631?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1433998998121591631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=1433998998121591631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1433998998121591631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1433998998121591631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/190391.html' title='190391'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R-FJTwHlZAI/AAAAAAAAACs/UDLJp6uM798/s72-c/HPIM2286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-6009149101396802145</id><published>2008-03-18T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:36:08.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate. DRUGS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9_P7QHlY9I/AAAAAAAAACU/GDvT-0CfL6M/s1600-h/HPIM2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179086713345369042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9_P7QHlY9I/AAAAAAAAACU/GDvT-0CfL6M/s320/HPIM2276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look, Potassium Citrate!&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Rotted my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the insides of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ain't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;But my tongue hurts now.&lt;br /&gt;And the smooth lining in my mouth is wearing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like poison. Tastes like poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yay! Antibiotics! I love antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;Bacteria, bacteria, be gone!&lt;br /&gt;I heart the bacteria song.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no, I don't. It's Cuckoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, tmr!&lt;br /&gt;Dix-neuf Mars!&lt;br /&gt;Je suis dix-sept ans. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-6009149101396802145?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6009149101396802145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=6009149101396802145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6009149101396802145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6009149101396802145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-drugs.html' title='I hate. DRUGS.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9_P7QHlY9I/AAAAAAAAACU/GDvT-0CfL6M/s72-c/HPIM2276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-3120564500900105332</id><published>2008-03-17T03:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:29:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay Danny!</title><content type='html'>danusha says: CAUSE UR CUTE[12:53:36 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: FUNNY[12:53:38 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: HAPPY[12:53:41 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: SWEET[12:53:41 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: NICE[12:53:46 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: KIND[12:53:48 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: HAPPAY[12:53:52 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: LOVABLE[12:53:56 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: LOVING[12:54:01 AM]&lt;br /&gt;danusha says: do u want me to go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am happy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3120564500900105332?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3120564500900105332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3120564500900105332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3120564500900105332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3120564500900105332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay-danny.html' title='Yay Danny!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7592011728696544144</id><published>2008-03-17T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:19:11.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm upset &amp;amp; I know I shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;Because people will be upset too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I upset anyway?&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a reason to be upset.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shan't be upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is one of my sulky days.&lt;br /&gt;Deranged by the lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7592011728696544144?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7592011728696544144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7592011728696544144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7592011728696544144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7592011728696544144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_17.html' title='):'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-2589370082398756995</id><published>2008-03-14T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:27:55.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9pyQgHlY8I/AAAAAAAAACM/KuJhNcH6FuM/s1600-h/HPIM2275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177576349441024962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9pyQgHlY8I/AAAAAAAAACM/KuJhNcH6FuM/s320/HPIM2275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fell in love with Sakamoto Ryuichi' s &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwkuS9FlB7M&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's so pretty, yet heartbreaking. It is music so inexplicable, I can't help but listen to it over &amp;amp; over again. One case where Law of Diminishing Utility does not apply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spurred me on to pick up my violin once again, the one which has been left on a shelf 4 metres above the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thin film of dust has accumulated since a year ago, with an inchoate nexus of cobwebs clinging to my violin case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one year of negligence has rendered myself musically-deprived. The E-string, crusted with Iron (III) Oxide, snapped the moment I turned the peg. Once pristine, now muted, wavelength squiggling lamely to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My violin is adamant on denying me. The D peg refuses to turn. Just refuse me time &amp;amp; time again, I've got a sore on my finger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my violin. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staccato. Is wow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I want to cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-2589370082398756995?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/2589370082398756995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=2589370082398756995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2589370082398756995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/2589370082398756995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/merry-christmas-mr-lawrence.html' title='Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9pyQgHlY8I/AAAAAAAAACM/KuJhNcH6FuM/s72-c/HPIM2275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-3764416257265513125</id><published>2008-03-14T03:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:26:58.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>像我这样的一个女子</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanna show you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;don't even know you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She's never gonna love you like I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invisible&lt;/strong&gt;; Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll bet she's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That girl he talks about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And she's got &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I have to live&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teardrops on My Guitar&lt;/strong&gt;; Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, I&lt;/span&gt; never &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saw it coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I should've started &lt;em&gt;running&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;long, long time ago&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I'd doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm better off &lt;em&gt;without&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;More than you,&lt;/span&gt; more than you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; getting closure.&lt;br /&gt;I guess &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it's really over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm finally getting better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picking up&lt;/span&gt; the p i e c e s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Putting my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;h e a r t&lt;/span&gt; back &lt;em&gt;together&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the day &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thought I'd never get through&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over you&lt;/strong&gt;; Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;即使&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;的&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;手&lt;/span&gt;是&lt;strong&gt;温暖&lt;/strong&gt;的，&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;的&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;眼睛&lt;/span&gt;是会&lt;strong&gt;流泪&lt;/strong&gt;的，&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;的&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;心&lt;/span&gt;是&lt;strong&gt;热&lt;/strong&gt;的，&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;他们并不回顾。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《&lt;strong&gt;像我这样的一个女子&lt;/strong&gt;》；西西&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3764416257265513125?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3764416257265513125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3764416257265513125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3764416257265513125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3764416257265513125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-wanna-show-you-she-dont-even.html' title='像我这样的一个女子'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-477328495063693430</id><published>2008-03-12T13:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:36:48.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese A2 Krabi Rejects</title><content type='html'>Mainly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxaAHlYxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gGIjhPZSdmM/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176730988208022290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxaAHlYxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gGIjhPZSdmM/s320/DSC01410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Lin Brother &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxaQHlYyI/AAAAAAAAABA/cKdyp_1iAVg/s1600-h/DSC01411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176730992502989602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxaQHlYyI/AAAAAAAAABA/cKdyp_1iAVg/s320/DSC01411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jobless,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; thoroughly bored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxagHlYzI/AAAAAAAAABI/E7cCtURScMg/s1600-h/DSC01426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176730996797956914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxagHlYzI/AAAAAAAAABI/E7cCtURScMg/s320/DSC01426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bloody hell, camwhoring throughout the talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9d24gHlY6I/AAAAAAAAACA/c5dAi0lOFIw/s1600-h/DSC01445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176737009752171426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9d24gHlY6I/AAAAAAAAACA/c5dAi0lOFIw/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal Jade! OMG, bloody hell. I heart Crystal Jade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxbAHlY1I/AAAAAAAAABY/SPrZWPG_kn0/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176731005387891538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxbAHlY1I/AAAAAAAAABY/SPrZWPG_kn0/s320/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;insert Personal Pronoun here&lt;/em&gt;) (&lt;em&gt;insert Verb here&lt;/em&gt;) us to Crystal Jade! I love (&lt;em&gt;insert&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Personal Pronoun here&lt;/em&gt;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You probably don't, but nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176733548008530818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dzvAHlY4I/AAAAAAAAABw/o3SIwwWLh0k/s320/DSC01449.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A new addition to our Lin Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;As an alternative to the Brother in Krabi right now. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dzvQHlY5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HRKGaBdwNys/s1600-h/DSC01450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176733552303498130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dzvQHlY5I/AAAAAAAAAB4/HRKGaBdwNys/s320/DSC01450.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Dilly, you are so cute, I can't stand it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-477328495063693430?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/477328495063693430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=477328495063693430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/477328495063693430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/477328495063693430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/chinese-a2-krabi-rejects.html' title='Chinese A2 Krabi Rejects'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R9dxaAHlYxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gGIjhPZSdmM/s72-c/DSC01410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-8595627851774074408</id><published>2008-03-11T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T20:36:06.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you.</title><content type='html'>I Love GWK.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Lam Yinto.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Crystal Jade, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Making Out, if you know what I mean too.&lt;br /&gt;I Love Dilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I Hate ZCY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8595627851774074408?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8595627851774074408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8595627851774074408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8595627851774074408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8595627851774074408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-you.html' title='I love you.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-1284860949388835158</id><published>2008-03-10T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T00:22:07.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need $$$. Urgently.</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to keep abreast of my expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I stepped in SJII, those papers in my piggy bank has been diminishing. Fast. What bloody hell happened to my flawless financial management?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Comedy $18&lt;br /&gt;Cab fare $5 each to My Sexy Brother and Fooms&lt;br /&gt;The Eye $6&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms $3&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn &amp;amp; Coke $4.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke. Officially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, Jasmine and Mervin each owes me $10&lt;br /&gt;Nalaka owes me $5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GWK is going to sponsor us our meals tomorrow. I don't care. I am broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-1284860949388835158?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/1284860949388835158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=1284860949388835158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1284860949388835158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/1284860949388835158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-need-urgently.html' title='I need $$$. Urgently.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3398966451736935630</id><published>2008-03-09T13:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:51:55.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>Alright.&lt;br /&gt;That was a boring resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what else can you do with a whole load of your good friends all over the world, except Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Danusha&lt;/span&gt; - leaving for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt; soon&lt;br /&gt;Rowland - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nalaka&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sri&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lanka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sien&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kuala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Johor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And practically the entire bulk of Grade 11s - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Krabi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yinto&lt;/span&gt; and I, the true blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Krabi&lt;/span&gt; (and other countries) rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to coerce &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;GwK&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday to treat us to a meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3398966451736935630?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3398966451736935630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3398966451736935630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3398966451736935630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3398966451736935630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post_09.html' title='):'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-4661523880826546544</id><published>2008-03-08T14:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:05:51.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Easter Holiday Resolution</title><content type='html'>1 Design a blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;2 Complete:&lt;br /&gt;English A1 SL&lt;br /&gt;Chinese A2 SL&lt;br /&gt;French (ab initio)&lt;br /&gt;Biology HL&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry HL&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics HL&lt;br /&gt;Economics SL&lt;br /&gt;Theory of Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;3 Go on a diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4661523880826546544?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4661523880826546544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4661523880826546544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4661523880826546544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4661523880826546544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-easter-holiday-resolution.html' title='My Easter Holiday Resolution'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-6906196134019722996</id><published>2008-03-04T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:23:45.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pour Que Tu M'aimes Encore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R80v-kk6E0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/oAjnp7AeLS4/s1600-h/HPIM2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173844298935440194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R80v-kk6E0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/oAjnp7AeLS4/s320/HPIM2263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little kiddo here accompanied me throughout my revision of Chinese A2 and Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gabby isn't here to skype with me, when Danusha ain't available on MSN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R80v-0k6E1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/W4FncbMM5E4/s1600-h/HPIM2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173844303230407506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R80v-0k6E1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/W4FncbMM5E4/s320/HPIM2266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little kiddo stays a best friend of mine, my best homework companion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, I could have squashed you when I leaned against the chair. You could have lost a leg when I flicked you off my shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oNDWq1AExh8/R80vTkk6EyI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/WTIa7DHte7c/s1600-h/HPIM2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-6906196134019722996?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6906196134019722996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=6906196134019722996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6906196134019722996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6906196134019722996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='Pour Que Tu M&apos;aimes Encore'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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/_oNDWq1AExh8/R80v-kk6E0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/oAjnp7AeLS4/s72-c/HPIM2263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-455560563638968267.post-8583436211262126851</id><published>2008-02-27T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:06:22.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are everything I'm not.</title><content type='html'>But I'm myself, and I'll stay that way, because I'm not you, I cannot be you and I don't want to be you.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way I am, I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an uneventful week. No, not even a week has passed. &lt;br /&gt;Only 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;And 3 people breaking down within 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8583436211262126851?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8583436211262126851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8583436211262126851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8583436211262126851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8583436211262126851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-everything-im-not.html' title='You are everything I&apos;m not.'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-5090993297744172257</id><published>2008-02-23T16:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:31:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concept of Time versus Space</title><content type='html'>Time vs Space is truly intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SPH last night. The exact same place as I did 2 years ago. For all I know, I might have been sitting at the exact same spot, only this time, the people around me are different.&lt;br /&gt;Same space, different time.&lt;br /&gt;How would I have known 2 years ago, that 2 years later, I would return to the same place, only you aren't going to be there? But then again, 2 years ago, I saw you but I didn't know you, until weeks later. I wouldn't have known that you, whom I saw in this place would turn out just to be my banana peel along my sidewalk of life.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was somebody else, who could have been there two years ago, is at the same place as I am now. You know me and I know you, but somehow we just don't acknowledge each other's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 8 months ago, I saw you. Not where you were supposed to be, but you were there anyway. At that time, I didn't know and wouldn't care about your existence, you were, as I was, just as insignificant in each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;How would I have known at that time, I would see you 3 months later at some place where we would least probably meet. I remember you, I saw you looking at me, even that flitting glance, I knew we will meet again. &lt;br /&gt;Indeed, another 3 months later, you were, as I was, walking down that flight of stairs, that red carpet. This lends verisimility to the fact that I will meet you again 2 months ago from today. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, I knew your existence, but you didn't know mine.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a line between us called Distance, imagine the world as Space. Over time, Distance became shorter, as Space shrank.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I did meet you again 2 months ago, and you were 1 out of the many people to be in the same Space as me. That was when you knew about my existence.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,  Distance was nearly non-existence physically (I don't mean anything, if you know what I mean), but psychologically, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my reminiscences of what happened 8 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;There was this other person too. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't know your existence and you didn't know mine. We could have seen each other, but just a glimpse wouldn't have any impact on both our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known that 8 months later, we would share the same timetable for Thursdays and Fridays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I would think 2 years later about 2 years ago from 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there was someone else too.&lt;br /&gt;How would I have known that 2 months ago from now that when I reluctantly plopped myself next to you, I was in for deep shit 2 months later, and still counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three people out of the five that I have mentioned, I am really pleased to have you with me right now. I love all of you, when 8 months ago, I wouldn't care if you lived or died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, YOU, AND YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-5090993297744172257?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5090993297744172257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=5090993297744172257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5090993297744172257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5090993297744172257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/concept-of-time-versus-space.html' title='The Concept of Time versus Space'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7136062899603607496</id><published>2008-02-17T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T21:49:50.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The [Lin³] Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v466/the_stories_unfold/yINTOlincube.jpg" border="0" width=200&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Lin Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7136062899603607496?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7136062899603607496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7136062899603607496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7136062899603607496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7136062899603607496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/lin-brothers.html' title='The [Lin³] Brothers'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-8202398894031380979</id><published>2008-02-17T13:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:53:17.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>How IRONICAL when Dr. Hjorth steps in to say, "if you stay up till 3 am to do your homework, you've got a problem, you have to see us."&lt;br /&gt;How IRONICAL when Dr. Hjorth continues to blabbler, "people can die from a lack of sleep rather than lack of food."&lt;br /&gt;How IRONICAL when I'm dying to scream, "Look, we were bloody working on YOUR homework at 3 am in the morning."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-8202398894031380979?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/8202398894031380979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=8202398894031380979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8202398894031380979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/8202398894031380979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-4952824085118022394</id><published>2008-02-16T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T14:56:05.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ensnared in the tentacles of The Mind Game, the answer to the unknown is in our own head.&lt;br /&gt;Four minds interlocking, while The Mind Game continues.&lt;br /&gt;The Mind Game ends when one person decides to shut his mind out.&lt;br /&gt;You are out of the game when you allow the answer to channel through your mouth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually enjoying this game! This is fun!&lt;br /&gt;Now, Taboo and Guesstures are out of my league.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-4952824085118022394?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/4952824085118022394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=4952824085118022394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4952824085118022394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/4952824085118022394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/mind-game.html' title='The Mind Game'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-6353956342146590351</id><published>2008-02-14T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:04:09.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v466/the_stories_unfold/joey.png" width="380" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my SEXY brother, &lt;strong&gt;Lin Weijie&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140208! The day we've all been looking forward to!&lt;br /&gt;As expected, 1402 in SJI&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was a totally different experience from the 1402 in SNGS. From a single gender school to a co-ed school, it gets all amusing with the who-are-you-going-out-with-today. Well, it doesn't have to be a one-to-one date, I mean, hanging out as a group would be way more exciting, merely excluding the romantic element. The Grade 11s were basically split into 2 groups, one which went to Island Creamery and the other, went to Lido for 'Jumper'. Initially, I was supposed to watch the 'Jumper' too, but I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I wont be telling you why, go figure the obvious.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I saved $8. (: I can now pay NLK the Pepper Lunch meal I owed him several weeks ago. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I'm happy, I truly am.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know what to say about this inexplicable feeling that wraps, strangles and one that would eventually choke. It's like I'm being suspended in vacuum, encased in an infinite tube of timelessness, not progressing forward, yet no way to backtrack. Time would reveal, I'm waiting, constantly anticipating, but I know I shouldn't. Well, instead of thinking of advancing forward or turning back the route I took, to undo everything, perhaps I should, I must seek an alternative. Go left or right, someday, somehow, &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; will cease, maybe when the time is ripe, I'll just turn 90 degrees and continue the path that I should take. I don't mind lagging behind, as long as I'm happy with what I see in front of me, by then,&lt;em&gt; it&lt;/em&gt; would been worn out, I wouldn't be strangled, at least &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;wouldn't leave indelible marks, like how it is now. I'm sorry, this sounds kind of silly, but I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-6353956342146590351?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/6353956342146590351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=6353956342146590351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6353956342146590351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/6353956342146590351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3832539869727185855</id><published>2008-02-14T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:44:13.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines' Day!</title><content type='html'>Will you be JOEY's valentine?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause JOEY loves you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY is currently having a date with something called English Essay and she's having a hell lot of fun! However, if this relationship goes any deeper, she would have to commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOEY loves everyone.&lt;br /&gt;JOEY is having many affairs without English Essay's knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;JOEY should pay more attention to her one &amp;amp; only English Essay right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, JOEY is going to spend more quality time with English Essay and shower some Tender Loving Care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3832539869727185855?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3832539869727185855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3832539869727185855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3832539869727185855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3832539869727185855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines&apos; Day!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-3701872238391028369</id><published>2008-02-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:25:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jubilant Joey is excited, elated, ecstatic, euphoric today!&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Joey loves you, you and you!&lt;br /&gt;And Joey loves everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her life would be so much happier without the invention of something called 'homework'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-3701872238391028369?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/3701872238391028369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=3701872238391028369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3701872238391028369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/3701872238391028369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/jubilant-joey-is-excited-elated.html' title=''/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-7449757312848244131</id><published>2008-02-11T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T01:02:30.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Hostel People!</title><content type='html'>But I'm sorry for distressing the maid.&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my toothbrush.&lt;br /&gt;CHRIS SIEN, you do not use my toothbrush to brush your toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;ROWLAND, you shall return my toothbrush to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending my previous two Friday nights at hostel.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HOSTEL PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Nalaka Savy Eskor Amanda Quang Ayush&lt;br /&gt;Rowland Chris John Niko&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M UPSET THAT THE MAID'S UPSET&lt;br /&gt;BUT I PROMISE NOT TO SLEEPOVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. To the power of infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need a hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;A hiatus away from my crumbling house.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE NEW YEAR and can't you people find a reason not to start a cold war?&lt;br /&gt;I bet there isn't even a &lt;em&gt;f**king&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;substantial&lt;/strong&gt; reason for the cold war to start.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same every New Year. Exactly the same. Let's count, it has been recurring for, maybe a decade?&lt;br /&gt;I am not bothering myself with finding out the reason anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's merely boils down to the same ol', same ol' reason. Come on, try something more unconventional, wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;WTH is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; NEW YEAR seems more like a task, an obligation to fulfil 'HAPPY', I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, let's just be suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I love NIKO's bed, minus the peeing air-conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;I love CHRIS's bed too, especially the bed sheets!&lt;br /&gt;AND  I LOVE HOSTEL PEOPLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-7449757312848244131?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/7449757312848244131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=7449757312848244131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7449757312848244131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/7449757312848244131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-hostel-people.html' title='I Love Hostel People!'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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-455560563638968267.post-5070877030704749873</id><published>2008-02-09T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:17:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Part &amp; Parcel of My Life</title><content type='html'>It rests serenely on the mahogany table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conspicuous parcel that beckons you over, yet suspiciously intimidating you.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts jostled around in your mind. You are almost certain about what it contains, but hoping (against hope), you try not to dwell on it pessimistically.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this only evokes the anxiety that has been laying dormant within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A niggling itch to inch closer, to reach out, to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are enchanted, mesmerized by the passive parcel, yet fearing, terrified of ascertaining your suspicions of its content. Nevertheless, drawn by curiousity and the burning desire to know and end it all, you inched towards the mahogany table, heart throbbing against your ribcage, more vigorous by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly there...&lt;br /&gt;Three steps, two steps... One.&lt;br /&gt;Your hand reaches out towards the parcel, fingertips brushing lightly across the crepe surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flitting impulse to tear away its creaseless wrapper washed over you.&lt;br /&gt;But no, you stop yourself in time.&lt;br /&gt;You do not want to see what horror it hold, absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerves jangling, you accosted your inner self.&lt;br /&gt;End it all, end it all.&lt;br /&gt;You are breaking down inside, piece by piece, falling apart, like whathad happened when the baseball bat rammed into that china vase.&lt;br /&gt;END IT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Better face the final blow, than prolong this emotional torment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unveiling the crepe paper that wraps the nondescript brown parcel, fear scales higher, deeper, penetrating the depths of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;But this will end soon, you reassure yourself, giving your inner voice an avuncular pat on the shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striped of crepe paper, the parcel sits naked on the mahogany table.&lt;br /&gt;The clock is ticking. You want to end it now. Right now.&lt;br /&gt;Fingering the parcel, you hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind, your emotions, a whirlpool, entangled in a nexus of complications.&lt;br /&gt;Tension mounting further, anxiety tearing away at your heart, nerves hitting a 10 on the seismograph, and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain tears your flesh, devouring into your heart.&lt;br /&gt;An inferno! The fire scorching, scalding, scarring!&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the grasp of circling fire arm&lt;br /&gt;Immense pain delves into your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your mind convulsing as if a spasm has overwhelmed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your scream the most horrible shriek of death&lt;br /&gt;And you finally&lt;br /&gt;Succumb to darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An indelible mark.&lt;br /&gt;It is just part &amp;amp; parcel of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/455560563638968267-5070877030704749873?l=jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/feeds/5070877030704749873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=455560563638968267&amp;postID=5070877030704749873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5070877030704749873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/455560563638968267/posts/default/5070877030704749873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jooodiiiealiasjoooeeey.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello.html' title='Just Part &amp; Parcel of My Life'/><author><name>Joey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11335130673888383634</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></feed>
