<?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-7590567224351525229</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:08:09.213-07:00</updated><category term='n'/><title type='text'>Verge Of Insanity</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-4072736144329627952</id><published>2010-06-09T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T08:07:13.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMUNC 2010</title><content type='html'>International Model United Nations Conference&lt;br /&gt;Anglo-Chinese School (Independent)&lt;br /&gt;Joint Crisis Committee&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lanka Cabinet&lt;br /&gt;Minister of Science and Technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3mrvM0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/eTUV2COQ7T4/s1600/iMUN+2010+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3mrvM0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/eTUV2COQ7T4/s320/iMUN+2010+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481090608995971906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One, traumatizing. Day Two, absent because of feeling unwell-ness. Day Three, traumatizing at first. Fun after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3_8QL0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Cc-Q7nkgazg/s1600/iMUN+2010+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3_8QL0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/Cc-Q7nkgazg/s320/iMUN+2010+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481090615776128834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new friends. They're wonderful people who I hope hold nothing against me for being so silent. ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anywho, thank you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tanoy- Wonderful chair.&lt;br /&gt;2) Alicia- First friend made in iMUN.&lt;br /&gt;3) Stefani- A great buddy.&lt;br /&gt;4) Ying Xin- K-pop friend who made me feel better on Day One.&lt;br /&gt;5) Alex- Self-proclaimed social retard is pretty darn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBDD43U-olI/AAAAAAAAANU/COCOS_mBLgQ/s1600/Alex+and+Yun+Ze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBDD43U-olI/AAAAAAAAANU/COCOS_mBLgQ/s320/Alex+and+Yun+Ze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481096128201925202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (left) and Yun Ze (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_x2YgHvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JOZyrz_3gmQ/s1600/Yun+Ze+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_x2YgHvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/JOZyrz_3gmQ/s320/Yun+Ze+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481091609642671858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_yYPRSLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8PtG17zmDUs/s1600/Yun+Ze+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_yYPRSLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/8PtG17zmDUs/s320/Yun+Ze+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481091618730756274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Yun Ze- Funny guy who made my day. (See above pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;7) Darryl- Gentle giant who plays maple and resembles Teo Chee Hean, interesting.&lt;br /&gt;8) Ian- Smart and full of ideas, great guy.&lt;br /&gt;9) Ying Ying- Girl who speaks really well and is full of innocence.&lt;br /&gt;10) Ayushi- Terrific Prime Minister who looks like a principal.&lt;br /&gt;11) Ziyi- Quiet but full of good ideas, try to eat more.&lt;br /&gt;12) Harold- Horny, but a rather wicked sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;13) Samuel- Best ops guy, travelling around like mad for the insane Sri Lanka Govt.&lt;br /&gt;14) Iylia- Printer dude, thanks so much for your help!&lt;br /&gt;15) Gabriel- LTTE. You're really amusing, so good for you. Now about your mental stability..&lt;br /&gt;16) Mrs Tjan- Brilliant teacher. Thank you so much for all your help, words of comfort and wisdom, and for displaying some motherly traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3XfxmVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8kiHHOJ3rl8/s1600/iMUN+2010+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3XfxmVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/8kiHHOJ3rl8/s320/iMUN+2010+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481090604919265618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ying Ying- Best Delegate, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;2)Alex- Honourable Mentions (?), evil mastermind who got stuck with human rights but still did a fantastic job.&lt;br /&gt;3)Ian- Honourable Mentions (?), thinking of new plans and always participative, you were excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just gonna post random quotes is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene One- Kandy/Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ze: Do you have any Kandy/Candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a while later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ze: I want Kandy/Candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This goes on throughout the day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie: Shouldn't you be worrying about your tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Two- Cookie Jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ze: Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Alex stole the cookie from the cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex (reluctant): Who me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ze: Yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Couldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun Ze: Then who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Darryl stole the cookie from the cookie jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl: Who me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darryl: This is lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-everyone applauds-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Three- Broomstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LTTE attempts to enter, ops guys bar the door with a broomstick-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel (to LTTE): Go to the back door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyone, Samuel included, know that the back door is locked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-LTTE member goes to back door-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri Lanka Cabinet: AHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Four- Reinforcements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel: You guys killed all their troops so they're sending out Voldemort, Dumbledore, Justice League, Miley Cyrus, Justin Beiber, Lady Gaga, Chuck Norris etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: We'll just go into God Mode, and they can't kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_y8Iff7I/AAAAAAAAANM/yPUG1C3tecU/s1600/Tanoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_y8Iff7I/AAAAAAAAANM/yPUG1C3tecU/s320/Tanoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481091628366004146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Five- SNSD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanoy (walking in): What did I miss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: They're going to send in Justice League, Miley Cyrus and Justin Beiber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Xin: Let's send Selena Gomez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanoy: I don't understand what you kids listen to these days, I only like SNSD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Six- Love-Making&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold (typing): Sorry Tanoy, let's make love tonight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanoy (yelling): Anytime baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold (typing): Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a while later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold (typing): Tanoy, let's make love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Seven- Innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ying: What's wrong with (speltinnocently) coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Eight- Innocence The Sequel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC: Now give it up for Super Hard-On!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Did that guy just say super hard-on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-some laughter from us-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ying Ying: I don't get it, what's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_ykDHHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/1SpGUOnUeIs/s1600/Gabriel,+Wei+Khan,+Ying+Xin+and+Darryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC_ykDHHHI/AAAAAAAAANE/1SpGUOnUeIs/s320/Gabriel,+Wei+Khan,+Ying+Xin+and+Darryl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481091621900983410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Nine- Gay Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel (in fake Russian accent): She is not my girlfriend! How can I prove to you that she is not my girlfriend?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes to hug Darryl-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel (in fake Russian accent): See I am gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sits on Darryl-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Darryl stands and backs away a few steps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wei Khan shows a heart-shape sign with his hands while Gabriel tries to make Darryl wear a pink tie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel (to us): He likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Ten- Van Door Trauma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Syaza goes in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Angela goes in-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Syaza and Angela engage in conversation-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza: ANGELA THE DOOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-door still opened while van is driving-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Uncle: Just leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That was frightening..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene Eleven- Tamil Camels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Two angry camels in a tiny car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza: Two angry camels in a tiny car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Two angry Tamils in a tiny car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza: Did you say Tamils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: No, I said camels! Camels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza: Ahahaha, Tamils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Two angry Tamils in a tiny car, ahahaha. Hey Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Two angry Tamils in a tiny car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Two tiny camels in an angry car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela and Syaza: Ahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Two tiny Tamils in an angry car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela, Syaza and Sarah: Ahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah: Two tiny cars in an angry camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza: Two angry cars in a tiny camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Two tiny cars in an angry Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW IDEA: Two angry cars in a tiny Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No racism was intended in the making of this nonsense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about Genting trip.. eventually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-4072736144329627952?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/4072736144329627952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=4072736144329627952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4072736144329627952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4072736144329627952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2010/06/imunc-2010.html' title='IMUNC 2010'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/TBC-3mrvM0I/AAAAAAAAAMk/eTUV2COQ7T4/s72-c/iMUN+2010+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-6509607160498097416</id><published>2010-02-05T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T02:43:29.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Future Reference :x</title><content type='html'>Syaza, I never knew you watched RWJ! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're adopted! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6509607160498097416?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6509607160498097416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6509607160498097416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6509607160498097416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6509607160498097416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2010/02/for-future-reference-x.html' title='For Future Reference :x'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6189098766227018397</id><published>2010-01-24T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T04:57:59.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Safe For Syaza And Meisi ;D</title><content type='html'>SHINee's coming. Should I go for the autograph signing? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never particularly liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly liked(s):&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 2pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, since this blog is very much dead and nobody reads it, I'll post my past favourite members from the bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aim: Get rid of people who actually read my blog, AKA Syaza and Meisi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: I love all of the members but these are the ones I really took notice of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Junior&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Donghae&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Kibum&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Sungmin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; G-Dragon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2pm&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Junsu&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Chansung&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Taecyeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza, Meisi, if you're still here, I'm gonna now post why I liked them and when I first liked them. Have fun. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donghae&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'Haengbok'. OMG he was so cute and his smile. -swoons-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kibum&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'Full House'. The episode when he spoke in English really got me. And he seemed so charming! And then he smiled too. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sungmin&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'Haengbok' again. ;D His hair, his eyes, his smile. Everything about him seemed so pretty and cute! And 'Intimate Note'. OMG so adorable! Also, amazing talent. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-Dragon&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'Lollipop'. Hot. Hot. Hot. And then, he was so funny and witty. Charismatic too. With a playful smile, his talent was like woah. ;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'Heartbeat'. Great vocals and very cute. Crush didn't last too long, but he's still lovedd. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chansung&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'Heartbeat', 'Getting Tired of Waiting'. First time I saw him, he was really hot. And I won't lie. When I saw him in another performance, I thought he looked like a crow. But he was a hot crow. And he's honest and cute. A good dancer too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taecyeon&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; 'I Hate You'. What's there to say? He's hot and when he raises his eyebrows, you'll pretty much melt. He has this playful character and he's simply adorkable. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza, Meisi, if you're still reading this, I wonder why. ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you asked for it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s249.photobucket.com/albums/gg202/ilyforeverX/?action=view&amp;current=2pm.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg202/ilyforeverX/2pm.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Now shoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6189098766227018397?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6189098766227018397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6189098766227018397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6189098766227018397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6189098766227018397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2010/01/not-safe-for-syaza-and-meisi-d.html' title='Not Safe For Syaza And Meisi ;D'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2476448444770075170</id><published>2010-01-11T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T06:57:34.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Yellows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHOO CHOO!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2476448444770075170?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2476448444770075170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2476448444770075170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2476448444770075170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2476448444770075170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday-yellows.html' title='Monday Yellows'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-4624450713865090002</id><published>2010-01-10T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:02:22.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday: Went to the Cathay. Watched the Princess and the Frog in the morning and Avatar soon after. Loved both movies tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Watched Alvin and the Chipmunks 2. Cute. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Became six hundred and fifty dollars richer. Yay government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School bag is seriously heavy. Timetable is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I was watching videos from when I was two/three. Omg I don't remember any of that happening. I miss my childhood. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have a sudden interest in mummies. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-4624450713865090002?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/4624450713865090002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=4624450713865090002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4624450713865090002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4624450713865090002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2010/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-4561308134342973801</id><published>2009-12-30T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:11:03.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew Moon XD</title><content type='html'>Went to watch New Moon with Syaza and Meisi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poked Syaza on the train. Yay for her victim-ness! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie title was slow, and first came out as 'ew Moon'. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scariest thing I ever watched. Reason: Nobody needs to see a pale greasy dude shirtless. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie ended quite abruptly. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still enjoyed myself nonetheless.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Borders. Looked through tons of stuff and felt cold throughout while Meisi was warm and Syaza was both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluded that I'm a vampire, Meisi's a werewolf and Syaza's.. just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later concluded that conclusion concludes that we are total idiots. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Yami Yoghurt after that. Very much lovedd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Syaza, for the wonderful birthday card that can leave you killed if Meisi ever reads it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall had a fun day, although I wish that Valencia came along. D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-4561308134342973801?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/4561308134342973801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=4561308134342973801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4561308134342973801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4561308134342973801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/12/ew-moon-xd.html' title='Ew Moon XD'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7512157055640835950</id><published>2009-12-24T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:30:03.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Xmas All!! ^~^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And A Happy New Year. ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7512157055640835950?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7512157055640835950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7512157055640835950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7512157055640835950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7512157055640835950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1294196204525266923</id><published>2009-12-23T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T09:45:24.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>Went bowling with Valencia, Syaza and Meisi today. Fun, fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we sat at Macs for almost forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Compass and stayed at the library, just like old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Valencia for the Dolphin plushie &lt;strike&gt;which is exactly the same as the one Syaza got me&lt;/strike&gt;. But no thank you for the slightly threatening message. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1294196204525266923?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1294196204525266923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1294196204525266923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1294196204525266923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1294196204525266923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/12/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-928129050814671990</id><published>2009-12-22T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T09:26:38.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacks Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SzEBEXrlTGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fSec3V5P_IE/s1600-h/Ying+Tian+and+Angela+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418113001291336802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SzEBEXrlTGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fSec3V5P_IE/s320/Ying+Tian+and+Angela+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Jacks Place with Ying Tian today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosh, I miss my tutor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I was kinda worried that it was going to be awkward today, not having talked for 2 years and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was fun. The meal was nice, and we walked around a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Ying Tian for the belated birthday wishes and treating me to dinner. Can't wait to see you in January in town. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-928129050814671990?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/928129050814671990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=928129050814671990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/928129050814671990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/928129050814671990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/12/jacks-place.html' title='Jacks Place'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SzEBEXrlTGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/fSec3V5P_IE/s72-c/Ying+Tian+and+Angela+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-7157337719711031586</id><published>2009-12-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T08:39:10.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You For The Birthday Wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(In no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mum&lt;br /&gt;- Dad&lt;br /&gt;- 1st Aunt&lt;br /&gt;- 3rd Aunt&lt;br /&gt;- Syaza (On the dot. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;- Isabel&lt;br /&gt;- Meisi&lt;br /&gt;- Valencia&lt;br /&gt;- Freda&lt;br /&gt;- Bernice&lt;br /&gt;- Michiyo&lt;br /&gt;- Magdelyn&lt;br /&gt;- Hillary Lim (3 times. XD)&lt;br /&gt;- David &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;- Callum&lt;br /&gt;- Cally&lt;br /&gt;- Sharon&lt;br /&gt;- Shweta&lt;br /&gt;- Amanda Lee&lt;br /&gt;- Sapphire&lt;br /&gt;- De Zhi&lt;br /&gt;- Shi Xuan&lt;br /&gt;- Jean&lt;br /&gt;- KJ&lt;br /&gt;- Nigel&lt;br /&gt;- Michelle&lt;br /&gt;- A few GaiaOnline artists&lt;br /&gt;- Blingee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuh huh. I think that's all. Sorry if I missed anyone out. Lemme know if I have. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You For The Birthday Presents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(In no particular order)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mum &amp;amp; Dad -&gt; New phone, dolphin plushie (I love my mama and papa. :3)&lt;br /&gt;- 1st Aunt -&gt; Perfume and money (Ahahaha I can carry her now. XD)&lt;br /&gt;- 3rd Aunt -&gt; The Kube, otherwise known as literally the smallest mp3 in the world (It's awesome. ^^)&lt;br /&gt;- Syaza -&gt; Dolphin plushie (The cutest one evar. ;D)&lt;br /&gt;- Isabel -&gt; Money (This will definitely come in handy. $.$)&lt;br /&gt;- David -&gt; Superior form (So this is virtual. I still love it. &lt;s&gt;And him. &lt;/s&gt;;D)&lt;br /&gt;- Many artists in GaiaOnline -&gt; Avi art (Thanks for the art guys. All was amazing. c:)&lt;br /&gt;- Blingee -&gt; E-card (No comment. &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416637676825005570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SyvDRLwmzgI/AAAAAAAAALc/EjqwTcrL39U/s320/Birthday+Cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SyvBpfVdz1I/AAAAAAAAALU/ThRpPJQPF_E/s1600-h/Birthday+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake was win. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Isabel and Syaza refused to eat! D:&lt;br /&gt;Uno, stress, word games. It was fun. :3&lt;br /&gt;Kpop talk, poor Syaza. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Ying Tian for Jacks Place on Tues and Syaza (again), Meisi and Valencia for bowling on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love all of you guys loads. &lt;3&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;An early Merry Xmas to all! ^^&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/7590567224351525229-7157337719711031586?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7157337719711031586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7157337719711031586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7157337719711031586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7157337719711031586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-to-me-d.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me ;D'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SyvDRLwmzgI/AAAAAAAAALc/EjqwTcrL39U/s72-c/Birthday+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-1724140934292214878</id><published>2009-10-31T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:21:00.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMGUPDATE</title><content type='html'>Finally, it is time to revive my very dead blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Syaza and Valencia today.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I didn't get the memo on dressing like a zebra. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, attempted to find Meisi's present: Success No. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, went off to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at Secret Recipe and acted like we were 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us in a reunion in 14 years' time..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Angela:&lt;br /&gt;- has 1 cat and 1 dog.&lt;br /&gt;- owns 'Angela Inc' which is under 'James Inc' (obliged to not explain this).&lt;br /&gt;- lives in a semi-detached (but almost said Demi Lovato. O.O").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syaza:&lt;br /&gt;- has 5 cats, named 'Oink', 'Oink', 'Quack', 'Quack' and 'Meow'. O.o&lt;br /&gt;- gets confused on what her name is: Syaza or Diana. Ended up saying that she was Meisi, which is kinda ridiculous considering how in the beginning we were like 'Who's Meisi?' (Because we wanted to stop stressing about her present. So Meisi if you're reading this, do not poke us, hit us, scream at us or anything else that can cause us emotional, mental and/or physical harm. But you can pull Valencia's shoelaces. :D). Therefore, Syaza was attending the wrong reunion. XD&lt;br /&gt;- gets confused on her job: first claimed that she worked at Angela Inc and later on claimed that she owned her own company for cats.&lt;br /&gt;- gets confused on her parents living-ness: first claimed that they moved out, then claimed that they were dead. Finally settled with 'mum is dead but still living in Syaza's apartment'.&lt;/p&gt;Valencia:&lt;br /&gt;- has 3 cats.&lt;br /&gt;- hobbies include living in a box (in Australia) and begging.&lt;br /&gt;- has very bad English.. 'Beggar.. -pause-.. is my hobby.' &lt;-Valencia&lt;br /&gt;- has an affair with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around.&lt;br /&gt;Attempt at finding Meisi's present: Success No. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around some more and acted like we were 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Us 10 years ago..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Angela, Syaza and Valencia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Confoosed and stoopid.&lt;br /&gt;- Occasionally says big words and have deep voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH. Big Bang's album = $49 for 8 songs. -dies-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Big Bang and Super Junior poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valencia had to go for her piano lesson..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem 1: Didn't bring piano books.&lt;br /&gt;Problem 2: It was raining.&lt;br /&gt;Problem 3: Didn't bring umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Problem 4: No money in handphone.&lt;br /&gt;Problem 5: No friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for her, she gets free sms-es.&lt;br /&gt;So I ended up talking to her mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't deny that it was pretty weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: Hello? Auntie?&lt;br /&gt;Valencia's mum: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;Angela: I'm Angela. Valencia is in Hougang Mall for her piano lesson but she didn't bring her books. It's raining and she doesn't have her umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;Valencia's Mum: &lt;s&gt; Oh too bad. Her pain my gain.&lt;/s&gt; Are you with Valencia now?&lt;br /&gt;Angela: No. She sms-ed me.&lt;br /&gt;Valencia's Mum: Why didn't she call me?&lt;br /&gt;Angela: She doesn't have money in her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean honestly. If you were Valencia's mum, wouldn't you think this was a prank call???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the end Valencia managed to get to her piano lesson with the books and all. And they all lived happily ever after. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Meisi: I will not tell you where Success No.3 in buying your present was as it'll be way too obvious then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Also, both Valencia and Syaza were enjoying your absence and kept on saying FTSK (ferthesssker not f-t-s-k), fertiliser and Forever The Sickest Kids in the annoying song tune. I had nothing to do with it. Feel free to torment them the next time you see them. I am completely innocent and will support whatever response you will have, as long as it has nothing to do with me. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Done. :D Now my blog isn't dead and I can go to sleep looking at Suju and Big Bang. Good night all~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1724140934292214878?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1724140934292214878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1724140934292214878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1724140934292214878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1724140934292214878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/10/omgupdate.html' title='OMGUPDATE'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1879660104605352017</id><published>2009-09-21T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T04:01:05.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update. -Gasp-</title><content type='html'>Update. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;They wear white most of the time, painted the door black, keep to themselves and chose an apartment which barely has any sunlight coming through. -shivers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okthxbye. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1879660104605352017?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1879660104605352017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1879660104605352017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1879660104605352017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1879660104605352017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-gasp.html' title='Update. -Gasp-'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8570799800253120101</id><published>2009-08-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T08:02:37.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hehh..</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. felt like posting.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to talk about. D:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Okthxbye. o.o"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8570799800253120101?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8570799800253120101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8570799800253120101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8570799800253120101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8570799800253120101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/08/hehh.html' title='Hehh..'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1334823809440667061</id><published>2009-07-24T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T05:58:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOREAN TEDDY BEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEST WISHES~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1334823809440667061?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-1833348077899392870</id><published>2009-06-26T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:15:39.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legends To Be Remembered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkSsCrHQxaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/HIo4qvqwKg8/s1600-h/Farah+Fawcett.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON AND FARAH FAWCETT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOONWALKING BEATBOXING KING OF POP AND THE SASSY ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGENDS TO BE REMEMBERED ALWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1833348077899392870?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-1832966170761805659</id><published>2009-06-25T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:38:49.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty 6 Class Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday was real fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even though some of the food the guys cooked was.. uncooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I think I scared of Joseph and De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zhi&lt;/span&gt; when I played table tennis with them. ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks to Ryan for letting us have the reunion at his house and everyone else for attending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I shan't bore you with details so here are some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351310391043108770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOscrz7L6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4P1XOnlxFA8/s320/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351312244044357890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOuIix2YQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NiOxy0wBb5Q/s320/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOircizX1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/zJwMeP0vZtk/s1600-h/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351313217452584370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOvBNAdLbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kLWGy1brdC4/s320/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isabel and Joseph- The people that made my day real awesome (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351315154942960818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOwx-uKJLI/AAAAAAAAAJk/p1eVbRfmjp4/s320/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;billiards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351316165845571618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOxs0oH2CI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_8VCf7B_lFo/s320/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Playing table tennis and cards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351317203779560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOypPO3otI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/34QcIZKf6fE/s320/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And disappearing into ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANKS AGAIN EVERYONE. HOPE WE HAVE ANOTHER CLASS REUNION SOON. :D&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/7590567224351525229-1832966170761805659?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1832966170761805659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1832966170761805659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1832966170761805659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1832966170761805659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/06/honesty-6-class-reunion.html' title='Honesty 6 Class Reunion'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SkOscrz7L6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/4P1XOnlxFA8/s72-c/Honesty+6+Class+Reunion+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-1156067964433036982</id><published>2009-06-20T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:04:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shuffle Quiz 3</title><content type='html'>Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. Write down each song that plays and add "in my pants" at the end of each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Leave Me Alone in my pants- The Veronicas (Ahem..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hollaback Boy in my pants- Cobra Starship (Ahahaha.. so wrong..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Man Eater in my pants- Nelly Furtado (-wince-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Staying Alive in my pants- Bee Gees (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Outta My Head in my pants- Ashlee Simpson (Erm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Roll The Credits in my pants- Paula DeAnda (LOL. I didn't know there was a movie there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Temperature in my pants- Sean Paul (WTH?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If You Seek Amy in my pants- Britney Spears (OMG. If you know the hidden meaning for this song, you'll realise how sick this sounds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make It Mine in my pants- Jason Mraz (Isn't it already mine?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You Found Me in my pants- Kelly Clarkson (-rolls on floor laughing so hard-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1156067964433036982?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1156067964433036982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1156067964433036982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1156067964433036982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1156067964433036982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-shuffle-quiz-3.html' title='Random Shuffle Quiz 3'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-9078898928562848618</id><published>2009-06-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:30:19.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shuffle Quiz 2</title><content type='html'>1. If you reached the top of Mount Everest, what would you scream?&lt;br /&gt;Song: No Love- Simple Plan (Maybe u.u)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The next time you stand up in front of a group of people, what will you say?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Leave Me Alone- The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Veronicas&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favourite thing to say when drunk?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Pretty Fly- Offspring (Not that I'll ever get drunk or even drink..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your message to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Wild Horses- Natasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt; (FREE THE HORSES!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you think when you think of your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Song: We Made You- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your deepest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Song: The Remedy- Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; (To you readers, it's not medication -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your innermost desire?&lt;br /&gt;Song: New Age Girl- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Deadeye&lt;/span&gt; Dick (Err..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What does your oldest memory make you think?&lt;br /&gt;Song:  Hell Is Around The Corner- Tricky (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What will you include somewhere in your wedding vows?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Temperature- Sean Paul (Yeah. I'll vow that no matter what happens, we will get air conditioning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What will you whisper on your deathbed?&lt;br /&gt;Song: You Found Me- Kelly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt; (This is somewhat terrifying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do your friends say behind your back?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Single- Natasha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt; (Yeah well, so are you guys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you say behind your friends' backs?&lt;br /&gt;Song: The Real Slim Shady- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt; (You guys ain't him, give it up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your opinion of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Leave Out All The Rest- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Linkin&lt;/span&gt; Park (I do NOT have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; obsession!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you mutter when you wake up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Make It Mine- Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt; (Good luck prayer?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What would you yell if you find yourself lost on a desert island?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Hush Hush I Will Survive- Pussycat Dolls (Actually, I probably won't D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are your feelings right now?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Staying Alive- Bee Gees (And hopefully for a long time too =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What's your excuse for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;reposting&lt;/span&gt; this?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Who Says You Can't Go Home- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Jovi&lt;/span&gt; ft. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sugarland&lt;/span&gt; (I know, I know. Bad excuse..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your life's soundtrack?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Everyday I Love You Less And Less- Kaiser Chiefs (This isn't good......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The day you fall in love will be the day of..?&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sk&lt;/span&gt;8er &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Boi&lt;/span&gt;- Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt; (I'm gonna fall in love with a skater? ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your farewell message to the readers of this?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Lose Yourself- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt; (Just don't blame me if you end up in a mental institution)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-9078898928562848618?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/9078898928562848618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=9078898928562848618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9078898928562848618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9078898928562848618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-shuffle-quiz-2.html' title='Random Shuffle Quiz 2'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5565698582608479300</id><published>2009-06-19T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T09:47:06.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shuffle Quiz 1</title><content type='html'>1. What song best represents my personality?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Roll The Credits- Paula DeAnda (It's like an ending? O.O")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What song will be played on my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Man Eater- Nelly Furtado (Erm. Muahahaha?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Will I ever love somebody?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Wild World- Mr Big (Agreed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will I be successful in life?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Headstrong- Trapt (I guess that's a start..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will I get married even if my love life is out of shape?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Hollaback Boy- Cobra Starship (This quiz hates me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Will anyone accept me as who I am?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Talk To Me, Dance With Me- Hot Hot Heat (O.O")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How will I die?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Senorita- Justin Timberlake (Is this any good? Dying a senorita?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who'll kill me?&lt;br /&gt;Song: I'm Yours- Jason Mraz (An obsessive stalker. Great.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will I be a murderer myself?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Give You My Heart- BabiixJennii ft. Droopy (Maybe a surgeon..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How's my life so far?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Know Your Enemy- Greenday (I'm guessing it's not so good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My current obsession?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Geek In The Pink- Jason Mraz (What the..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What song best represents my friendship with others?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Low- Flo Rida (So it's not good?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If I ever, where would I go on vacation this year?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Outta My Head- Ashlee Simpson (Aww man D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Which sexuality are you?&lt;br /&gt;Song: Less Than Three- Becky (Yay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What song should end this?&lt;br /&gt;Song: If You Seek Amy- Britney Spears (No comment TT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5565698582608479300?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5565698582608479300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5565698582608479300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5565698582608479300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5565698582608479300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-shuffle-quiz.html' title='Random Shuffle Quiz 1'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7651377452263511413</id><published>2009-06-16T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:31:09.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Tables Are Turned</title><content type='html'>Look at the poor animals&lt;br /&gt;They're all crying out in pain&lt;br /&gt;What did they do to deserve this&lt;br /&gt;What do the people gain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they enjoy the death of others&lt;br /&gt;The soft fur that they can own&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the sick love of crimson blood&lt;br /&gt;The organs, the meat, the bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals might not be humans&lt;br /&gt;But they have feelings too&lt;br /&gt;How would you like it if&lt;br /&gt;Someone did this to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just throw you on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And start ripping you to shreds&lt;br /&gt;Try as you might, the torment won't stop&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please don't harm the animals&lt;br /&gt;If it's a happy life you yearn&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know when karma strikes&lt;br /&gt;And when the tables are turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7651377452263511413?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7651377452263511413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7651377452263511413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7651377452263511413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7651377452263511413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-tables-are-turned.html' title='When The Tables Are Turned'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6855921137258565302</id><published>2009-05-08T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:04:01.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here. I updated. Be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6855921137258565302?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6855921137258565302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6855921137258565302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6855921137258565302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6855921137258565302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-653806222422803629</id><published>2009-03-08T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T06:30:19.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Humans are the most evil creatures known for they will sin at the slightest temptation and even when their desires are fulfilled they will continue sinning because that's what keeps them going."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My discovery of the day. :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/7590567224351525229-653806222422803629?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/653806222422803629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=653806222422803629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/653806222422803629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/653806222422803629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/03/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1547491093755127988</id><published>2009-02-25T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:27:42.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Daddy</title><content type='html'>Everything's been said&lt;br /&gt;Everything's been done&lt;br /&gt;Your actions they hurt&lt;br /&gt;But your words had stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked quite hard&lt;br /&gt;All these years&lt;br /&gt;And it was you&lt;br /&gt;That I have feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through a lot&lt;br /&gt;I've been very stressed&lt;br /&gt;I did so much&lt;br /&gt;But failed to impress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a better future&lt;br /&gt;But he's still your favourite&lt;br /&gt;It's such an unfair world&lt;br /&gt;Where girls are discriminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Daddy please&lt;br /&gt;All I care right now&lt;br /&gt;Is just for you&lt;br /&gt;To feel proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1547491093755127988?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1547491093755127988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1547491093755127988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1547491093755127988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1547491093755127988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-daddy.html' title='Please Daddy'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5147052700604694952</id><published>2009-01-31T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:48:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough, Cough, Sneeze, Ouch</title><content type='html'>List of injuries, health problems and whatever I've had for &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;January 2009&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Extremely itchy legs&lt;br /&gt;2) Stomach ache&lt;br /&gt;3) Sore throat&lt;br /&gt;4) Got cuts from How-The-Heck-Did-This-Get-Here Land.&lt;br /&gt;5) Mosquito bites&lt;br /&gt;6) Headache&lt;br /&gt;7) Cough&lt;br /&gt;8) Blocked nose&lt;br /&gt;9) Runny nose&lt;br /&gt;10) Nausea&lt;br /&gt;11) Ear block&lt;br /&gt;12) Hand banged doorknob&lt;br /&gt;13) Poked eye accidentally&lt;br /&gt;14) Poured a bit of hot water on hand&lt;br /&gt;15) Banged head on wall&lt;br /&gt;16) Almost slipped and fell in public toilet (Thanks to aunt for catching me)&lt;br /&gt;17) Tongue turned to foreign colour; green, blue and yellow mixed together&lt;br /&gt;18) Sprained ankle&lt;br /&gt;19) Banged head on shelf&lt;br /&gt;20) Slipped and fell; bruised knee&lt;br /&gt;21) Fell on bruised knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; not my year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5147052700604694952?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5147052700604694952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5147052700604694952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5147052700604694952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5147052700604694952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/01/cough-cough-sneeze-ouch.html' title='Cough, Cough, Sneeze, Ouch'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2953257077876255583</id><published>2009-01-16T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:53:30.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave Me Alone</title><content type='html'>Why did I ever believe&lt;br /&gt;That you were different from the rest&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to get it out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;And to ask if you felt the same&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know everything&lt;br /&gt;My anger can't be tamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for your smooth words&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for making me smile&lt;br /&gt;At all the things you told me&lt;br /&gt;That made my heart go wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you just tell me&lt;br /&gt;That you only wanted to be friends&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be in this state&lt;br /&gt;Now it's too late to make amends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me alone heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so foolish&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you were what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2953257077876255583?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2953257077876255583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2953257077876255583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2953257077876255583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2953257077876255583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/01/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave Me Alone'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5727712959662744889</id><published>2009-01-02T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T04:36:48.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Girl</title><content type='html'>Because of some problems&lt;br /&gt;My parents work far away&lt;br /&gt;They're never ever at home&lt;br /&gt;Until it's really very late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My siblings always ignore me&lt;br /&gt;They don't talk that much&lt;br /&gt;Unless they want to go somewhere&lt;br /&gt;And need me to cover up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends may seem nice at first&lt;br /&gt;But they talk behind my back&lt;br /&gt;They say all sorts of things about me&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's fiction or fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently still single&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's interested in me&lt;br /&gt;They all think I'm horrid&lt;br /&gt;Terrible as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades aren't very high&lt;br /&gt;I either barely pass or fail&lt;br /&gt;The teachers all lost hope on me&lt;br /&gt;They say I won't set sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;The lonely girl in despair&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she needs someone&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have someone there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5727712959662744889?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5727712959662744889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5727712959662744889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5727712959662744889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5727712959662744889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2009/01/lonely-girl.html' title='The Lonely Girl'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-408496036588728975</id><published>2008-12-31T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T03:48:29.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You See Me</title><content type='html'>I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And count to ten&lt;br /&gt;When I open them up&lt;br /&gt;You're gone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never here&lt;br /&gt;When I really need&lt;br /&gt;A ear to listen&lt;br /&gt;A shoulder to lean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave&lt;br /&gt;A piece of me is broken&lt;br /&gt;Words left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;Words left unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time&lt;br /&gt;You were ever by my side&lt;br /&gt;Was when people were after you&lt;br /&gt;And you needed to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Now you see me&lt;br /&gt;And now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-408496036588728975?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/408496036588728975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=408496036588728975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/408496036588728975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/408496036588728975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-you-see-me.html' title='Now You See Me'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1782774292616898364</id><published>2008-12-31T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:36:52.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Not A Game</title><content type='html'>You say you love me&lt;br /&gt;You really do&lt;br /&gt;So this is what&lt;br /&gt;Love is to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not showing up&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;When I come to you&lt;br /&gt;You walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day&lt;br /&gt;You treated me like hell&lt;br /&gt;You send me flowers&lt;br /&gt;Treating me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you love is&lt;br /&gt;Only temporary&lt;br /&gt;But the days grow longer&lt;br /&gt;And I grow wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a toy&lt;br /&gt;You fix and break&lt;br /&gt;Love's not a game&lt;br /&gt;A life's at stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1782774292616898364?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1782774292616898364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1782774292616898364' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Tell Me.</title><content type='html'>Hey is anyone actually reading about my trip to Korea? Or just looking at the pictures? &lt;br /&gt;Because yesterday I wrote like 2 pages worth of trip-ness and only a quarter of it came out. &lt;br /&gt;So I really don't wanna bother with the details unless someone actually wants to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make that 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cally (I guess)&lt;br /&gt;2) Isabel&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/7590567224351525229-954729791612202965?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/954729791612202965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=954729791612202965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/954729791612202965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/954729791612202965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/reading-tell-me.html' title='Reading? Tell Me.'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8962014373740377916</id><published>2008-12-29T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:03:47.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea Day One (The Actual Day One, Not Day Before-Day-One-But-Already-In-Korea-So-There's-Stuff-To-Talk-About-Something-Like-That) Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Day One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Seongsan Sunrise Peak.&lt;br /&gt;It was.. rocky. And since it rained and it was really high and hard to walk, my fam didn't bother going all the way to the top. (Marco gave us free time to go to the top, take pictures, go to the gift shop or whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnDYERx4qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QLCkH_CY8Kw/s1600-h/DSCI0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnDYERx4qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QLCkH_CY8Kw/s320/DSCI0078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470455928578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's bigger than it looks and it looks really big.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnD-i3WmII/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mu6h8R3HeUM/s1600-h/DSCI0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnD-i3WmII/AAAAAAAAAEI/Mu6h8R3HeUM/s320/DSCI0081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285471116974266498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some scenery behind the mountain thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to an orange farm.&lt;br /&gt;There weren't really any good oranges left to pluck. And it was still raining so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was busy so I'm going to post again next time. Also, I tried typing the whole thing but my com jammed and I have to retype AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnFJy1UghI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9ijOP-WDuFk/s1600-h/DSCI0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnFJy1UghI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/9ijOP-WDuFk/s320/DSCI0086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285472409750897170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oranges. Oh the fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnFttPSdcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rXuShGMM1ic/s1600-h/DSCI0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnFttPSdcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/rXuShGMM1ic/s320/DSCI0100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285473026724492738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't get the creepy look I wanted. Oh well.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnGKaIBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5_6h5Q9S2rs/s1600-h/DSCI0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnGKaIBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5_6h5Q9S2rs/s320/DSCI0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285473519809933490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 words: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last picture is Jasmine's favourite. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8962014373740377916?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8962014373740377916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8962014373740377916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8962014373740377916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8962014373740377916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/korea-day-one-actual-day-one-not-day.html' title='Korea Day One (The Actual Day One, Not Day Before-Day-One-But-Already-In-Korea-So-There&apos;s-Stuff-To-Talk-About-Something-Like-That) Part One'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVnDYERx4qI/AAAAAAAAAEA/QLCkH_CY8Kw/s72-c/DSCI0078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-1823664248303158907</id><published>2008-12-28T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:06:22.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korea Day One</title><content type='html'>Alrighty.. continuing with the trip to Korea. There's a lot to say and upload so I'll do this one day at a time. XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Day One&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flew to Shanghai to fly to Jeju Island. &lt;br /&gt;Took the night flight. They served noodles, yogurt and fruits for breakfast at &lt;STRONG&gt;2.20am&lt;/STRONG&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they pronounced 'hesitate' as 'heditate'. XD &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the view from the window seat was amazing. The stars were just beautiful. Too bad it doesn't show in the picture I took.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVeffSItUII/AAAAAAAAADI/UO8Ql1A_VC8/s1600-h/DSCI0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868047535689858 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVeffSItUII/AAAAAAAAADI/UO8Ql1A_VC8/s320/DSCI0010.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Failed attempt at taking a picture of stars.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I took a picture of the sunrise. Slightly better. Sorta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVegOeh6mGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VIS1BC_eHn4/s1600-h/DSCI0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284868858316494946 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVegOeh6mGI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VIS1BC_eHn4/s320/DSCI0011.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Barely passed attempt.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my fam was finally at Shanghai's airport, we bought biscuits. They tasted horrible. (You aren't allowed to sample them. So you have to buy them and try your luck.) &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, no refund. -pouts- &lt;br /&gt;Took a pic from the airport. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVeg172gTPI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z_j08jgxXZs/s1600-h/DSCI0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284869536202378482 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVeg172gTPI/AAAAAAAAADY/Z_j08jgxXZs/s320/DSCI0018.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Better shot than the previous two.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 4 hours at the airport waiting for a 1 hour flight. -.- &lt;br /&gt;When we were on the plane, they pronounced the word 'pleasure' as 'pleesure-er'. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and their sandwich would have tasted better as a sand coated witch than as the deli food it really was. Yeah, it was that bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. enough of Shanghai. &lt;br /&gt;When we were at Jeju Island's airport, my aunt's luggage got 'injured'. So yeah, problem already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Marco brought the whole group of us to Yongduam Beach. &lt;br /&gt;It was just.. wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVep7ji_KgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bwgS3lgax9o/s1600-h/DSCI0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284879528361929218 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVep7ji_KgI/AAAAAAAAAD4/bwgS3lgax9o/s320/DSCI0022.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVejT9XdqDI/AAAAAAAAADg/WzAZ2v-NSIs/s1600-h/DSCI0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284872251028383794 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVejT9XdqDI/AAAAAAAAADg/WzAZ2v-NSIs/s320/DSCI0027.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;EM&gt;It's a beauty, isn't it?&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVej3DE1pcI/AAAAAAAAADo/CkXW9ECESI0/s1600-h/DSCI0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284872853856298434 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVej3DE1pcI/AAAAAAAAADo/CkXW9ECESI0/s320/DSCI0031.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;It looks like a dragon. :D&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and before the beach area, there was this statue that helps you choose the gender of your baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVemcl5eMRI/AAAAAAAAADw/katWcRMjZ1Y/s1600-h/DSCI0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284875697882280210 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVemcl5eMRI/AAAAAAAAADw/katWcRMjZ1Y/s320/DSCI0020.JPG" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Touch the nose and get a boy. Touch the mouth and get a girl. And there was somewhere you touch to get twins, but I forgot. Either the ears or eyes. Touch the forehead to get a smart kid.&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And beside that, they sold candy. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d4e04b0c724fb65" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d4e04b0c724fb65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331170891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF8685A70EE2B5215EEF14EE735472AF72A2EDC6.5CACC5B166DB3264F094A185CCD15653BC3967C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d4e04b0c724fb65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMSR_vwujrcV9KQfTogR_NiAxmgM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2d4e04b0c724fb65%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331170891%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DF8685A70EE2B5215EEF14EE735472AF72A2EDC6.5CACC5B166DB3264F094A185CCD15653BC3967C7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2d4e04b0c724fb65%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMSR_vwujrcV9KQfTogR_NiAxmgM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy maker thingy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to New Island Tourist Hotel. Kinda squeezy but it was alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dinner wasn't provided, Marco brought us to a street of shops and we could eat on our own. &lt;br /&gt;He brought us there but we had to make our own way back. It was seriously confusing and maze-like. Almost got lost! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.. so that's day one for you. And this day was actually half a day (oh goodie). Imagine a full day. Way more details and pics. So I'm just gonna end it here. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do you think I should change my blog's URL?&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. This isn't actually day one. It's day before-day-one-but-already-in-korea-so-there's-stuff-to-talk-about-something-like-that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1823664248303158907?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2d4e04b0c724fb65&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1823664248303158907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1823664248303158907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1823664248303158907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1823664248303158907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/korea-day-one.html' title='Korea Day One'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SVeffSItUII/AAAAAAAAADI/UO8Ql1A_VC8/s72-c/DSCI0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-2873539808857699835</id><published>2008-12-27T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T07:43:46.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back &gt;]</title><content type='html'>So I'm back and there's tons to talk about. Let's start with the people in my tour group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of 2:&lt;br /&gt;Couple, just married, on their honeymoon. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny: Funny and kind. Loves his wife so much (aww.) Gave me half a Subway cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benny's wife: Doesn't talk so much to others. Loves her hubby (aww.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of 3:&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be family of 4, but son was serving NS. They couldn't go to Shanghai from Korea and had to leave for Singapore because of a passport problem. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna: Probably the person who felt the coldest during the whole Korea trip. Quite sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna's daughter: Wise. Caught a cold. Get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joanna's husband: Didn't hear him utter a word at all. Last person you would expect to have a gun. (HE DOESN'T HAVE ONE. IT'S JUST A FIGURE OF SPEECH THINGY!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of 3:&lt;br /&gt;Friendly people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca: Small girl. Pretty. Sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's mum: About her daughter's height. Dresses young. Cute voice. Love her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca's dad: Funny and helpful. Taller than the other two. (Duh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of 3:&lt;br /&gt;My fam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela: One of the most awesome people you'll ever meet. She's super funny and nice. Oh and she's damn modest. (Hahaha..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's mum: Slow and steady wins the race. Whatever she won, I have no clue. She takes her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's aunt: A whole road of shops + one and a half hours = her worst nightmare. Likes buying bags. Calculative but still can't resist the temptation of splurging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family of 9:&lt;br /&gt;They're rich. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Shuai ge? Maybe.. from certain angles. Smart. Loves Korea, having fun and Rebecca. (Hope you're not reading this Chris.) (Hope you're reading this Rebecca.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's mum: Leads. I could have sworn I heard her call her son Andrew once and Anthony another time. What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris's dad: Looks kind. Very much the 'fun parent'. (Threw snow at his son.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie: Chris's cousin, Ren Xiang' sister. Pretty. Very close to her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Xiang: Chris's cousin, Valerie's brother. Looks young. Damn tall for his age. (About Jasmine's height, exactly Jasmine's age.) (Jasmine = Super Junior addict. Not from tour group.) Very close to his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and Ren Xiang's mum: Kinda friendly. Wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and Ren Xiang's dad: Looks adorable. (Not hot-adorable, it's baby-adorable. NOT THAT KIND OF BABY. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!?! I meant kinda like Freda-ish.) Looks like my uncle. (Sorta.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Valerie and Ren Xiang's grandma: Her steely stare kills. Very sleepy when on the tour bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, Valerie and Ren Xiang's grandpa: Enjoys talking to Marco. Gets more talkative as the days pass. (Only in Korea and on the tour bus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour guides:&lt;br /&gt;Yakkity yakkity yak. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco: Tour guide for Korea. Most awesome tour guide of all. Talks to us all the time. (Says if he doesn't he'll die of boredom.) When he doesn't talk to us, he talks to the bus driver. Very knowledgeable. Kind and thoughtful. Funny. Gives us extra servings of food until we're all satisfied then he'll eat his own meal. Gathered us in the airport to tell us how to go to the gate for the flight to Shanghai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie: Tour guide for Shanghai. Doesn't talk to us as much as Marco. Brags about stuff like buying expensive shoes for himself and expensive face cream for his wife. Knows Li Nan Xing. (So what?) Brings us to all the shops where everything's costly and sells mainly winter clothes, which we won't even wear that much. Once we stepped into the airport, he disappeared. Jerkface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. That was long wasn't it? I'm surprised you're still reading. (Whoever you are.)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm kinda just getting started. I haven't talked about where I went yet. (Oh boy..) But I'll probably post that later. (Yay for you.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2873539808857699835?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2873539808857699835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2873539808857699835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2873539808857699835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2873539808857699835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back &gt;]'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6208781146872638886</id><published>2008-12-18T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T00:09:22.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUIMIN!!(In advance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in Korea starting today midnight and will only be back on 26 Dec at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So MERRY CHRISTMAS IN ADVANCE EVERYBODY!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE SINGAPOREEEEEEEEEEE!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO KOREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6208781146872638886?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6208781146872638886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6208781146872638886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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meet&lt;br /&gt;When the moon was nice and round&lt;br /&gt;When it was fully lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl was a beauty&lt;br /&gt;With raven black hair&lt;br /&gt;Lips so red&lt;br /&gt;And skin so fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was good looking&lt;br /&gt;With eyes a deep blue&lt;br /&gt;Just take one look&lt;br /&gt;And you'll fall for him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved him deeply&lt;br /&gt;He loved her as well&lt;br /&gt;It was an emotion so strong&lt;br /&gt;As you can clearly tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a limit&lt;br /&gt;To how many times they met&lt;br /&gt;But they stayed faithful to each other&lt;br /&gt;It was as strong as love can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus every month&lt;br /&gt;A few hours for one night&lt;br /&gt;The lovers will get together&lt;br /&gt;Dancing under the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8982403610972140374?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8982403610972140374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8982403610972140374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8982403610972140374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8982403610972140374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/dancing-under-moonlight.html' title='Dancing Under The Moonlight'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1877177402773706283</id><published>2008-12-17T00:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:37:20.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl In The Mirror</title><content type='html'>She looked at her reflection&lt;br /&gt;And this what she saw&lt;br /&gt;A girl who didn't know who she was&lt;br /&gt;Or what she was doing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin was almost white&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were begging for some rest&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were all dried up&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was super skinny&lt;br /&gt;Her weak legs were shaking&lt;br /&gt;There were cuts all over her arms&lt;br /&gt;You could tell her heart was breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made her parents worry&lt;br /&gt;Her friends were all concerned&lt;br /&gt;They asked her what was wrong&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't say a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't get her point&lt;br /&gt;It was too complicated&lt;br /&gt;She lost the love of her life&lt;br /&gt;Now she feels exasperated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at herself now&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like what she sees&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;That couldn't possibly be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1877177402773706283?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1877177402773706283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1877177402773706283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1877177402773706283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1877177402773706283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/girl-in-mirror.html' title='The Girl In The Mirror'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7449112704207382626</id><published>2008-12-16T01:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:15:25.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>I waited by the phone&lt;br /&gt;But you never called&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you online&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep a wink&lt;br /&gt;Worrying that at any moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll try to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempts to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Always end up in vain&lt;br /&gt;After so many methods&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone so much&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would never feel the same&lt;br /&gt;Giving up almost all I have&lt;br /&gt;Even when I know there's nothing to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;You're my hatred and my passion&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what happens&lt;br /&gt;You're my favourite obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7449112704207382626?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7449112704207382626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7449112704207382626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7449112704207382626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7449112704207382626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5891878985353140107</id><published>2008-12-16T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:15:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you something&lt;br /&gt;That I really loathe&lt;br /&gt;These people that dress the same&lt;br /&gt;They all act like clones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it so fun to be like that&lt;br /&gt;To follow the latest craze&lt;br /&gt;Or are they afraid of being rejected&lt;br /&gt;Because they have their own special ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all different &lt;br /&gt;And that's what makes us us&lt;br /&gt;The thought of people reacting the same&lt;br /&gt;It's just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Individuality&lt;br /&gt;Is that very hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Someone who loves who they really are&lt;br /&gt;The person that's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop pretending&lt;br /&gt;And just be yourself&lt;br /&gt;That's the best person you can be&lt;br /&gt;Not anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5891878985353140107?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5891878985353140107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5891878985353140107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5891878985353140107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5891878985353140107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-yourself.html' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6517457741648915428</id><published>2008-12-15T00:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:44:55.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is Dead</title><content type='html'>This is more than I can manage&lt;br /&gt;This is more than I can bare&lt;br /&gt;A promise is a promise&lt;br /&gt;But you were never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me&lt;br /&gt;Smiled as if nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Have you been like this all along?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends said you weren't right for me&lt;br /&gt;I was worth so much more&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't believe them&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm different from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the real you&lt;br /&gt;And your unfaithful ways&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be fooled again&lt;br /&gt;By the games you play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still have to thank you&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wake up call&lt;br /&gt;You made me realise&lt;br /&gt;They were right- love is dead afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6517457741648915428?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6517457741648915428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6517457741648915428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6517457741648915428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6517457741648915428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-is-dead.html' title='Love Is Dead'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6300803257433843930</id><published>2008-12-14T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T02:56:19.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Mama</title><content type='html'>Tell mama I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have talked back&lt;br /&gt;It was rude of me&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have made her mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell mama not to get angry&lt;br /&gt;Since her blood pressure's high&lt;br /&gt;Tell mama to promise&lt;br /&gt;That she wouldn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell mama I can't see her&lt;br /&gt;In my current state&lt;br /&gt;And by the time we reach the hospital&lt;br /&gt;It'll be way too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell mama I'll miss her&lt;br /&gt;Even more than she misses me&lt;br /&gt;But these things happen&lt;br /&gt;She should just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell mama I love her&lt;br /&gt;Tell papa and yourself too&lt;br /&gt;And that from up above&lt;br /&gt;I'll be watching over all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this one took more than two minutes. I always wanted to write a 'Tell Mama' poem. Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6300803257433843930?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6300803257433843930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6300803257433843930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6300803257433843930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6300803257433843930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/tell-mama.html' title='Tell Mama'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-3775774027485283960</id><published>2008-12-13T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:20:27.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survive</title><content type='html'>You pushed me away&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'll still stick with you&lt;br /&gt;Till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;You thought I was a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who knew nothing about you&lt;br /&gt;And making you happy&lt;br /&gt;Was all I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't matter&lt;br /&gt;How much pain you caused&lt;br /&gt;Because I would love you&lt;br /&gt;Even through all I lost.&lt;br /&gt;But you thought wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking away&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't make it&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back to you, you said.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger than you think&lt;br /&gt;I won't come back and cry&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another poem that took me two minutes. Tell me what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-3775774027485283960?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/3775774027485283960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=3775774027485283960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3775774027485283960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3775774027485283960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/survive.html' title='Survive'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8938474633506911887</id><published>2008-12-11T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:07:59.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Oopsie daisy! XD&lt;br /&gt;Apparently my pets are turtles, not tortoises..&lt;br /&gt;Turtles= In the water&lt;br /&gt;Tortoises= On land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8938474633506911887?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8938474633506911887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8938474633506911887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8938474633506911887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8938474633506911887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2911692759668759819</id><published>2008-12-11T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:03:30.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE SYAZA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY YOURSELF!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And remember to get me something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2911692759668759819?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2911692759668759819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2911692759668759819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2911692759668759819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2911692759668759819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/bye.html' title='Bye'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8103739044049571946</id><published>2008-12-07T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:37:35.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolt</title><content type='html'>Watched Bolt yesterday. It took me half the movie to realise that Penny was played by Miley Cyrus and Bolt was played by John Travolta. The movie was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Sharan and Parvin at that fast food place that I have no clue was called what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw an elderly give up a seat to an elderly. Was kinda weird. And no, I did not give up my seat to the elderly because she was alighting at the next stop and probably didn't want to walk a distance to get to my seat only to stand up again and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those of you who want to have pet tortoises let me tell you something: YOU HAVE TO WASH THEIR TANK EVERYDAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8103739044049571946?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8103739044049571946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8103739044049571946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8103739044049571946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8103739044049571946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/12/bolt.html' title='Bolt'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5067001148420349960</id><published>2008-11-29T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T04:00:21.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>Watched Beverly Hills Chihuahua today.&lt;br /&gt;Best movie I watched since Kung Fu Panda.&lt;br /&gt;Funny and cute. &lt;br /&gt;Favourite movie? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch Bolt and Bedtime Stories next. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I bought two new tortoises.&lt;br /&gt;Should I name them?&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pictures when their new tank-ish area is set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5067001148420349960?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5067001148420349960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5067001148420349960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5067001148420349960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5067001148420349960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1439022529796188789</id><published>2008-11-23T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:41:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>Friday: Went to eat at Sakura at Compass Point. There was a cooked baby caterpillar the size of a big ant in the kai lan. I swear it was smiling! DO NOT EAT THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Had my early birthday party. Played games. Had laughs. Had ice cream cake (sticky chewy chocolate and ol' fashioned vanilla). Really fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Syaza (Whats-Your-Name), Isabel (Was-A-Bel) and Freda (Fed-Up): Thanks so much for coming! Loved the presents. Hope you enjoyed yourselves and the goodie bags! Oh and thanks for not pushing me face-first into the cake. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1439022529796188789?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1439022529796188789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1439022529796188789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1439022529796188789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1439022529796188789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/party_23.html' title='Party'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2473887757955542306</id><published>2008-11-20T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T01:28:08.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>Endless Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think&lt;br /&gt;I could make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;Far from everything (you)&lt;br /&gt;That ever felt like home?&lt;br /&gt;Did you realise&lt;br /&gt;How much you've scarred&lt;br /&gt;A girl who's tried&lt;br /&gt;Everything to win your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you lied&lt;br /&gt;You tried&lt;br /&gt;To break it off gently.&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Then walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Promised you'll be back&lt;br /&gt;From what I guess&lt;br /&gt;Is an endless journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't forgive (myself)&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget (you)&lt;br /&gt;Still hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Can't let go yet.&lt;br /&gt;Why do times with you&lt;br /&gt;Fill my mind&lt;br /&gt;And someone who doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;Make me cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you lied&lt;br /&gt;You tried&lt;br /&gt;To break it off gently.&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Then walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Promised you'll be back&lt;br /&gt;From what I guess&lt;br /&gt;Is an endless journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh why did I lose myself to you?&lt;br /&gt;And oh what do you want me to do&lt;br /&gt;If everything I ever had&lt;br /&gt;Everthing I ever needed&lt;br /&gt;Is gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you lied&lt;br /&gt;You tried&lt;br /&gt;To break it off gently.&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Then walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Promised you'll be back&lt;br /&gt;From what I guess&lt;br /&gt;Is an &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you lied (Oh you lied)&lt;br /&gt;You tried (And failed)&lt;br /&gt;To break it off gently.&lt;br /&gt;You said&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye (Just walk away)&lt;br /&gt;Then walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Promised you'll be back (Liar)&lt;br /&gt;From what I guess&lt;br /&gt;Is an endless journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, my suck-ish cheesy song is here. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2473887757955542306?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2473887757955542306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2473887757955542306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2473887757955542306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2473887757955542306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8614073096713393724</id><published>2008-11-18T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T02:16:27.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CRAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a pimple near my nose.&lt;br /&gt;And it &lt;strong&gt;hurts&lt;/strong&gt;. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8614073096713393724?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8614073096713393724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8614073096713393724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8614073096713393724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8614073096713393724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/pimple.html' title='Pimple'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7939625722808117049</id><published>2008-11-14T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:44:42.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Went to Hougang Mall and had lunch with Bernice, Abirami and her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;I swear. Abi's cousin is the cutest little thing on Earth. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to pinch her cheeks and never let go. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating and Time Zone-ing, went to Bernice's house to play wii. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had tons of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;And Bernice's mum looks like those that belong in the commercials. &lt;br /&gt;She's seriously mum-ish pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Kah May on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;When I texted her, she &lt;strong&gt;didn't&lt;/strong&gt; reply with a 'Who are you?', unlike some mean jerk I know. (Gerald, this means &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7939625722808117049?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7939625722808117049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7939625722808117049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7939625722808117049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7939625722808117049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7648359106792296813</id><published>2008-11-12T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:24:29.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Drama went on yesterday, the day before and the day before that (in other words, the last 3 days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Syaza, Rennuka and Valerie at canteen area.&lt;br /&gt;Moved to Dance Room for Drama. (Thanks Handbell. -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Had a new drama trainer, who I had no clue of her name until the last day. (I think it's Miss Jo?)&lt;br /&gt;Played games that were supposed to help us with our drama skills.&lt;br /&gt;Was given a monologue to memorise and audition tomorrow for SYF. &lt;br /&gt;When drama was over, went to Compass Point with Syaza, Rachel Ng and Desiree.&lt;br /&gt;At Compass, found the Choir girls and I stalked them. Syaza did too but she says she's just 'following me'. Rachel Ng and Desiree disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Syaza in front of school.&lt;br /&gt;Moved back to Drama Room.&lt;br /&gt;Played some games.&lt;br /&gt;Auditioned.&lt;br /&gt;Was super nervous and rushed through. &lt;br /&gt;And my mind went blank a lot so I was super bad. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Compass with Syaza and Amrit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Amrit, Syaza and Hui Shan at the Basketball Court.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jo continued the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;Syaza and I created a commercial..&lt;br /&gt;'I'm a fairy! (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fairy! (Oh!)&lt;br /&gt;Get your Fairy-Os today!&lt;br /&gt;-Traingle sound- Ding!&lt;br /&gt;Sponsered by:&lt;br /&gt;-Vinyl scratching sound- Wikiwikiwikipedia!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;-Yahoo commerical sound- Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;-whisper-ish sound- Supafly!'&lt;br /&gt;We're lame, we know. Thanks. (:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the part. Aw well.&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Karina and Hui Shan! So proud of you guys. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went to Compass with Syaza, Amrit, Desiree and Rachel Ng.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Syaza got bored of going there all the time so we went to Hougang Mall.&lt;br /&gt;Bought cotton putty which &lt;strong&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/strong&gt; feel like cotton.&lt;br /&gt;It's also incredibly sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oncoming Events&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin's Wedding - 16 Nov&lt;br /&gt;Drama - 17 Nov&lt;br /&gt;Drama - 18 Nov&lt;br /&gt;Drama - 21 Nov (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Party - 22 Nov&lt;br /&gt;Korea - 18 Dec&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from Korea - 26 Dec&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7648359106792296813?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7648359106792296813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7648359106792296813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7648359106792296813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7648359106792296813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1633396261733595883</id><published>2008-11-05T04:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:39:58.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>Don't say hello&lt;br /&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Don't say anything&lt;br /&gt;That'll make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me&lt;br /&gt;Because I won't look back&lt;br /&gt;We're moving on&lt;br /&gt;And that is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I miss you&lt;br /&gt;And want to hold you one more time&lt;br /&gt;My best friend comes first&lt;br /&gt;Is that such a crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you up&lt;br /&gt;Because she likes you too&lt;br /&gt;She's like my sister&lt;br /&gt;But I know I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the smartest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to just run away&lt;br /&gt;Run away and not turn back&lt;br /&gt;Let your image of me fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with this on the spot. So it was kinda done in 2 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it was suck-ish. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1633396261733595883?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1633396261733595883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1633396261733595883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1633396261733595883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1633396261733595883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8413260654816218893</id><published>2008-10-31T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:23:32.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing To The Dawn</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Sing To The Dawn yesterday at 8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear. There was like. &lt;strong&gt;25 people &lt;/strong&gt;there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was suck-ish at first and the songs were horrible. But it got better towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum forced me to finish the popcorn before we went to the MRT station (she wouldn't finish it because she was 'full').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody walked in front of us. He turned his head and I think I'm getting freaking delusional because it seriously looked like James (again)... with a buzz cut. Hmm. Maybe it was just too much popcorn (thanks alot, mum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If watching movies makes me think I see James, I don't want to go near a theatre anymore in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole Korea trip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on 18 Dec at midnight and coming back on 26 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I'm gonna miss my effing birthday and christmas. Hmm, my mum and aunt probably picked this day because they knew I was expecting expensive gifts. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw well.. I still have you loyal (few) readers right? Care to give this blogger some presents for the festive occasion? HEY HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS GOING?! COME BACK!! I WAS JUST KIDDING!!!! (Or was I?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8413260654816218893?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8413260654816218893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8413260654816218893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8413260654816218893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8413260654816218893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/10/sing-to-dawn.html' title='Sing To The Dawn'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-9134571504823559423</id><published>2008-10-26T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:54:29.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaks</title><content type='html'>Went to People's Park to see travel brochures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the train, there was this lady about sixty years old wearing flip flops and having toenails painted pink with glitter, black stockingpants, red and black striped off-shoulders shirt and necklaces dangling to her stomach. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached People's Park and was going up the escalator. Saw a fat middle-aged lady in a bareback tank top and shorts, both a plain ugly blue. Again. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch HSM 3 after that. So much nicer than the previous HSMs. And the props were probably also more expensive. And I think I saw James in the theatre. WHAT THE FREAKING HELL?!?!?!?! THERE'S NO WAY. BUT. BUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#$%^&amp;*~!#%$^&amp;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PLEASE STAND BY-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now. Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to People's Park. More brochures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was leaving the place, there was an old shirtless man wearing denim shorts. His whole body was covered in tattoos and he was talking to himself. Seriously. How many times do these people want me to say what the hell today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA. &lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA. &lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M GOING TO KOREA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-9134571504823559423?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/9134571504823559423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=9134571504823559423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9134571504823559423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9134571504823559423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/10/freaks.html' title='Freaks'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5302293157188650572</id><published>2008-10-23T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:16:05.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>It's the beginning of the hols and I'm already bored. Thi is gonna be one LONG holiday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to convince mum to bring me to Sydney. &lt;em&gt;Operation Sydney: Acess Denied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, she says I could go to &lt;strong&gt;JAPAN&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;KOREA&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;TAI WAN&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1 Grace is no more. Aww. =(&lt;br /&gt;HEY 1 GRACE-IANS. THIS YEAR WAS &lt;s&gt;PROBABLY&lt;/s&gt; ONE OF THE BEST YEARS OF MY [SCHOOL] LIFE. LOVE YOU GUYS A TON KAY?&lt;br /&gt;Even you, &lt;strong&gt;Jasmine &lt;em&gt;'face-kicker'&lt;/em&gt; Tiffany&lt;/strong&gt;, even you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some random pictures I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SQGBiQIdvAI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7shxFOz5Gg/s1600-h/Scenery+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260628265191455746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SQGBiQIdvAI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7shxFOz5Gg/s320/Scenery+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SQGEYM6qHNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9VGzYBd3O1Y/s1600-h/Scenery+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260631391064431826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SQGEYM6qHNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9VGzYBd3O1Y/s320/Scenery+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what I should do in this two and a half months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, sayanora from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5302293157188650572?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5302293157188650572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5302293157188650572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5302293157188650572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5302293157188650572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SQGBiQIdvAI/AAAAAAAAACw/I7shxFOz5Gg/s72-c/Scenery+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-7950709376482639851</id><published>2008-10-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:07:27.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Script</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of writing a script and sending it to Mediacorp. &lt;br /&gt;Do you think they'll film a show out of it? &lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to help me? &lt;br /&gt;You &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; become rich. :D &lt;br /&gt;Let me know. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7950709376482639851?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7950709376482639851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7950709376482639851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7950709376482639851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7950709376482639851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/10/script.html' title='Script'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1194166952750480885</id><published>2008-10-01T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:17:10.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin</title><content type='html'>HEY I GOT A NEW BLOG SKIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH IT'S 12AM.. I'LL EDIT IT FURTHER TOMORROW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1194166952750480885?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1194166952750480885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1194166952750480885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1194166952750480885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1194166952750480885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-skin.html' title='New Skin'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2887660891446100718</id><published>2008-09-27T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T06:08:00.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Variety</title><content type='html'>Teenagers from Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: Slightly over shoulder-length hair. Side fringe. Top and shorts that cover a quarter of their legs. Flip flops or converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Short hair. Top and shorts that cover half of their legs. Flip flops or converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. The next time you people go out, take a look around. Everyone's wearing the same kinda thing. It's boring. No originality whatsoever. We need variety. We need difference. We need change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a kid,&lt;br /&gt;People have been telling me,&lt;br /&gt;It's good to fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we have a bit more variety?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not like you,&lt;br /&gt;And you're not like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be different,&lt;br /&gt;Not like everybody else.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anyone,&lt;br /&gt;But myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able,&lt;br /&gt;To speak up,&lt;br /&gt;For what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2887660891446100718?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2887660891446100718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2887660891446100718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2887660891446100718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2887660891446100718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-need-variety.html' title='We Need Variety'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8944000809333634002</id><published>2008-09-26T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:12:19.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avenue Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPvZVdHDB4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPvZVdHDB4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I WATCHING THIS. O.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8944000809333634002?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8944000809333634002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8944000809333634002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8944000809333634002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8944000809333634002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/09/avenue-q.html' title='Avenue Q'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-329479416339263364</id><published>2008-09-05T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:04:52.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Deep Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING: IF YOU CAN'T STAND GUSHY-LOVE-ROMANTIC STUFF, DON'T READ THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I've been thinking and there's so much I want to say. But if I type it all out, it'll be one whole page of stuff that no one, except Isabel and Stephen, has a clue on what I'm saying. But I think I'll just type it out anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So this guy, James, I met him on maple. And he's my longest crush (3 years and running). You know how when you like someone, you try to think that he likes you too? Yeah. Well. I've been thinking of the moments I thought had symptoms that he liked me and his attempts to get rid of me with those exact same moments. Yes, I know I'm over-thinking it but what the heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE THAT I WAS IMMATURE AND CHILDLIKE WHEN THIS STUFF HAPPENED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;First time I met him was when I was training Jean's account. I got lazy and asked people to party me and help me train and in return, I'll give them a bunch of stuff that I earned. He offered to help for free.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: He's so sweet and helpful! What a wonderful guy.&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He could be those 'moronic guys' hoping for 16-year-old hot girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I asked him where he was from. He says he's from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: HE'S FROM AUSSIE! OH MY GOD! HE'S SO COOL!&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: Cally says she's from Australia all the time on Gaia to make herself sound more attractive. Maybe James was lying at that time 'cause he was still hoping I was a 16-year-old hot girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;He does this -&gt; =.=" on msn a lot. Sometimes sarcastic in the funny way.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: He's funny.&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He's trying to sound mean and sounding like he doesn't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He gave me 50k on maple when I was bankrupt.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: He wanted to help me out. He's so generous!&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He thinks I'm a noob and wants to get rid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I asked him for his exam results. All As. o.o"&lt;br /&gt;Thought: He's a freaking genius!&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He must think I shudder at nerds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He had a crush and he wrote 'heartbroken/rejected' quotes on his msn personal message. He wrote them himself. I offered a website. He said it wasn't original if he took it from someone or somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: He's so original and romantic! He loves her so much! So sincere!&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He wants me to lose hope thinking he has a crush. He doesn't want my help. He wants me to get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was busy so he got me in a conversation with his friends that were sarcastic in the seriously mean way. I told him on a one-to-one conversation that they were mean. Then his friends were like 'It's not nice talking about people behind their backs.'&lt;br /&gt;Thought: He told them to stop it and they ignored it and made fun of that too. At least he tried.&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He wanted to show me his character through his friends and wanted me to go off crying. (Stephen also says that you can see a guy's real character through his friends.) (One of his friend's msn address had the words 'I love sex' in it. O.O")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He signed in after a few months. When I asked what happened to him, he said he was in a Boys Home for fighting.&lt;br /&gt;Thought: His annoying friends must have gotten him into it.&lt;br /&gt;Another thought: He's probably trying to scare me off.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeah. There's still many more moments but I can't be bothered to type. You know. I don't blame him. If I was him, I would hate me too. It's been a while now. He says that he's gonna be in the Boys Home for two years. About half to one year has passed now. Only time will tell what will happen next. I still like him, even after all that. I don't even know why. Love doesn't need a reason though, right? And I know I sound tré loser, but when I was in serious obsession with him, I always imagined his name on any plain or flat surfaces. Sigh, I still miss him so much. There's so many things that I still wanna say, but can't seem to put into words. Unless. Of course. I write out my whole life story. Love life story that is.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But nah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Well that's all. Not exactly one page, but probably my longest post to date. And sadly for you, my dear reader, if I continue to think of him, more of this nonsensical stuff is to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;P.S. This is the only post I'm gonna put colour in. Until any other 'deep thoughts' posts come, anyway. And yes, I know my colouring stinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-329479416339263364?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/329479416339263364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=329479416339263364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/329479416339263364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/329479416339263364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-deep-thought.html' title='In Deep Thought'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-4252811778242680719</id><published>2008-09-05T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:16:18.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay-ish</title><content type='html'>Saw a gay man today at the LRT station. He was a Malay man that was wearing high heeled shoe-sandally thingies, denim (or is it demin?) jeans, black shirt and &lt;strong&gt;a black slightly frizzy long-haired wig with blonde highlights.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm never leaving THAT moment down. I realised.. the weirdest people you'll ever meet are at train stations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-4252811778242680719?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/4252811778242680719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=4252811778242680719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4252811778242680719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4252811778242680719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/09/gay-ish.html' title='Gay-ish'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5678887237416459572</id><published>2008-08-31T00:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:15:28.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walle</title><content type='html'>Went to watch Walle yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw three models at the MRT station. Two redheads with shoulder-length rebonded hair and one blonde with waist-length slightly curly/wavy hair. They were wearing white combat boots and the blonde one was seriously tall. When they were walking across the station, they looked more like they were strutting. I think they were carrying their modelling outfits with that coat cover thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walle was kinda boring in the beginning. But it was nice. And Walle's so cute! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chinatown with mum after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the MRT, there was this mother and daughter. I loved their toenails. Seriously. They painted their toenails alternative colours. The mother painted her's purple and pink and the daughter painted her's orange and peach. And no, it's not ugly. It's different. Which. Is what this world needs. More difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Mando Pop for example. So far, all I see in the commercials are people dancing the same thing in the same kind of place with the same song beats and rhythm and looking exactly, yes you guessed it, THE SAME. So boring. No offence to all of you who like Mando Pop though. I just think that they need something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I took a shot of the mother's toenails. I'll upload when I actually bother to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5678887237416459572?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5678887237416459572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5678887237416459572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5678887237416459572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5678887237416459572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/walle.html' title='Walle'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7725066653953337266</id><published>2008-08-29T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:48:46.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY!</title><content type='html'>I actually had fun in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass -&gt; Father Gerard = Hilarious. And the song 'Spirit Wings' is stuck in my head now. Oh and Mrs Tan sings really nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-class Relay Run Thingy -&gt; Tiring. The last part I felt like I was doing splits while running. And I felt like fainting. Then I felt okay. Then I felt like fainting etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess -&gt; Bought flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert -&gt; FREAKING AWESOME. The students' performances were nice. Dahlia, Reginal and Sandhya were, erm, entertaining. The teachers' one rocked more though. They did a charity show parody. Mr Foo was a racoon. Funny. Was laughing all the way, especially seeing them in ridiculous outfits. They were so cute wearing pinaforms. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal -&gt; Bought more flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I enjoyed today. Not like North Spring, which was totally boring. But I do miss the tachers there, especially Mr Chong, Mr Choon, Mr Wong, Ms Azzyanti, Ms Ong and mainly Mrs Chow. Ah, bet they all forgotten about me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY EVERYONE!!! :D&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And 'YAY!!' that holidays are here.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7725066653953337266?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7725066653953337266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7725066653953337266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7725066653953337266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7725066653953337266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-teachers-day.html' title='HAPPY TEACHERS&apos; DAY!'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7476479747924635804</id><published>2008-08-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:18:38.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CA2 Results</title><content type='html'>Here's my CA2 results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - 64&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - 61&lt;br /&gt;Maths - 80&lt;br /&gt;Science - 80&lt;br /&gt;Geography - 91&lt;br /&gt;History - 90&lt;br /&gt;Literature - 64&lt;br /&gt;Design &amp; Technology - 88&lt;br /&gt;Visual Arts - 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average marks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've been thinking of posting The True Test Part Six but I don't think anyone remembers where I left off. I'm lazy to type from where and for some weird reason, my archives is missing. So. Maybe some other day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7476479747924635804?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7476479747924635804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7476479747924635804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7476479747924635804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7476479747924635804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/ca2-results.html' title='CA2 Results'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1893883531039602464</id><published>2008-08-20T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:31:11.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Flyer And SPCA</title><content type='html'>Went on the Singapore Flyer yesterday. Nice and slow. Took pictures with Jasmine, Pavani, Dhanya, Clara and Valerie. Tried to take pictures of Rui Min and Si Hui.. failed. They have Build-A-Bear there! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPCA came to our school. They brought a kitty. So cute!!!!! Quoting Desiree: SCREAM KAWAII! It was so adorable. The kitty and its cutenicity. I want a kitty. TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories of the poor animals were so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HEART ANIMALS! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1893883531039602464?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1893883531039602464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1893883531039602464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1893883531039602464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1893883531039602464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-flyer-and-spca.html' title='Singapore Flyer And SPCA'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2734485698693441661</id><published>2008-08-17T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:01:15.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Couples</title><content type='html'>Andrea and Fina are awesome performers. Watch them. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-iC1Muqt9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p-iC1Muqt9w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Money No Enough today. It's so funny but so emotional. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the MRT, I saw two couples. One was a pretty pie and hot guy. The other was an ugly geek and fat freak. Here's my observations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good looking couple: Girl hugs guy's arm. Guy plays PSP. Guy pays no attention to girl. When leaving MRT, guy goes first. Girl catches up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so good looking couple: Girl hugs guy. Guy pays full attention and talks to girl alot. Both leave MRT together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the LRT, there was this sicko guy that was wearing a 'Mr Masturbate' T-shirt. Bleah! Seriously. And the creature-thingy was wearing underwear and touching itself. Disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2734485698693441661?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2734485698693441661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2734485698693441661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2734485698693441661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2734485698693441661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/weird-couples.html' title='Weird Couples'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6845460536664860048</id><published>2008-08-16T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:45:00.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>WARNING: THIS POST MAKES ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is gonna be written in code. Eg. I love you --&gt; ILY&lt;br /&gt;So if you bother to read, I salute you. If you can actually guess correctly what I'm saying, I'll give you erm.. 10 cents? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILABDHLM? AC,ISWIIRDLH. IA,ISMJSNIWTHJARFJ. IC. IRDKA. EHCAIDGI. A, BTTT. AS,FAC(HLLMTFBFMV). IWIHLM. HWSTTMBHDYSIW. MFFHWJAM.. HTRICOE. HTRILFTTND. ILH. IRRLH.. ODI? -S- JFACT. MIMJTM. TITC. ILH, ILHN, ILH, ILHN.. BYKW? ITIRD. BIHDLMB, IFAI, IH. SNOTWTIHLMON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really read that? O.o&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. you must be really bored.&lt;br /&gt;Even I don't remember what I said..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6845460536664860048?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6845460536664860048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6845460536664860048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6845460536664860048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6845460536664860048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-252915760824725852</id><published>2008-08-06T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T01:51:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In A State (New Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In A State&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to&lt;br /&gt;You looking me in the eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hands and telling me&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to&lt;br /&gt;Promises won't be broken?&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you forever&lt;br /&gt;Give you roses by a dozen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just&lt;br /&gt;Never got to it.&lt;br /&gt;I just&lt;br /&gt;Won't get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I had you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm letting the rain fall&lt;br /&gt;Holding your picture tight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming to you&lt;br /&gt;But you don't hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't go back&lt;br /&gt;To where we left it.&lt;br /&gt;And we can't start&lt;br /&gt;From where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I had you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you going around&lt;br /&gt;Breaking hearts anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Telling me you love me&lt;br /&gt;Then pushing me away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought we had&lt;br /&gt;That something special.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I had you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Unable to be back together.&lt;br /&gt;So close to each other&lt;br /&gt;But yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is spinning&lt;br /&gt;Faster than before.&lt;br /&gt;And you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;To catch me when I fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I had you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of desperation&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to go back in time.&lt;br /&gt;When everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;And I had you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of desperation..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-252915760824725852?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/252915760824725852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=252915760824725852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/252915760824725852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/252915760824725852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-state-new-song.html' title='In A State (New Song)'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6230454176696029311</id><published>2008-08-01T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T07:18:05.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubba Hubba</title><content type='html'>Finally posting a non-story related post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I was looking for- non-stereotypical looks and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy shouldn't be the type who either plays football every time possible, only &lt;br /&gt;has interest in -ahem- or hogs the computer all day (that's my job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was love at first sight, only I fell in love with his shirt. It was the maths problem- find x and y. Circle the x in the diagram and the words 'too difficult for me'. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was with a guy friend and a female friend. The girl was playing a Simple Plan song on her handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew them, the girl would totally be my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I only saw them on the LRT. Just then, I had to alight at the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just a stranger and there's no way to find him. Gone like that, a faded memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I forgot how he looks like but he was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still like him but. Who knows? I might forget him by tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Wilson did wordplay in Geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The rocks are heavy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Referring to questions during exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Could mean general knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6230454176696029311?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6230454176696029311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6230454176696029311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6230454176696029311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6230454176696029311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/hubba-hubba.html' title='Hubba Hubba'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-9133882095593219086</id><published>2008-08-01T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:57:27.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of View (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF NOT-REALLY-STORY STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STATEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH I FLUSHED MY CELLPHONE DOWN THE TOILET! What was the worse thing that ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NERD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My calculator broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKATERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell and broke my skateboard in front of hot chics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERLEADERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BROKE A NAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAMA PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my line in front of the whole school. IT WAS SO HORRIBLE. I wanted a black hole to suck me in, chew at least 500 000 times and spit me out into another black hole that will chew at least 600 000 times and etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-9133882095593219086?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/9133882095593219086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=9133882095593219086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9133882095593219086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9133882095593219086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/08/point-of-view-2.html' title='Point Of View (2)'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7382265954707564158</id><published>2008-07-23T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T08:34:28.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point Of View (1)</title><content type='html'>New story called Point Of View. A statement and thoughts from people of different cliques about it. Not really a story. Fine. Not a story at all. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF NOT-REALLY-STORY STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STATEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady also gets you late for class. How do you feel about getting late for class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NERD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not a pleasant note if captured on my permanent record. -Sniffs inhaler-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo. And I care why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SKATERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERLEADERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, cheerleaders, NEVER get late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DRAMA PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gasp- I WILL NEVER LATE FOR CLASS! I WON'T! I WON'T! EEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE TO SELF: Ok. This SERIOUSLY sucks. BIG TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7382265954707564158?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7382265954707564158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7382265954707564158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7382265954707564158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7382265954707564158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/point-of-view-1.html' title='Point Of View (1)'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-9017048464348081806</id><published>2008-07-15T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:01:03.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Eleven (FINALE)</title><content type='html'>This is the last episode of Diaries Of An Emo Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it. I couldn't contain it anymore. I had enough of her and her skank-ness. I killed her. I threw her body in the river. And now I'm confused. I think I'll run away. No one will know where, not even me. I just want to get away from here. He's a bastard. She's a (dead) bitch. They're fucktards. And all of them hate me. Well, I hate them too. So I'll make everyone's life easier and just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Lost Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-9017048464348081806?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/9017048464348081806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=9017048464348081806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9017048464348081806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/9017048464348081806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/diaries-of-emo-girl-day-eleven-finale.html' title='Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Eleven (FINALE)'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5848392128490422960</id><published>2008-07-12T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T04:31:22.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Nine And Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. There's a bunch of them haters now. Perfect. They're fucking retards. They're fucktards. If they wanna say something bad, might as well say it to my face. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Just pull out your body parts ONE. BY. ONE. BY. ONE. Don't hate me, I'll hate you. I'm not even THAT emo anymore. I dress up with more colours. I can smile. But apparently the fucktards don't want that. But they should ask themselves, what DO they want? I know what I want for them. A life. They need it. I need it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Verge Of Insanity Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEXT DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the psychiatrist today. I feel calmer. I think I overtook the pain reliever pills. HEHEHE! WEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5848392128490422960?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5848392128490422960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5848392128490422960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5848392128490422960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5848392128490422960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/diaries-of-emo-girl-day-nine-and-ten.html' title='Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Nine And Ten'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6666491881160012200</id><published>2008-07-12T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:11:40.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate her. And she knows I hate her. And I know she knows I hate her. And she knows I know she knows I hate her. She's such a bitch. She sometimes even talks about things she doesn't know like she knows them. But she doesn't. If you knock on her head, you can hear it's empty. She thinks she's so smart but she's a dumbass. She thinks she's so cool and funny but she's LAME. Honestly, she doesn't have any real friends. And everyone can see why. She only does things if she wants something back. That irritating whore. I wanna strangle her till she literally turns blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Angry, Mentally Unstable Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6666491881160012200?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6666491881160012200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6666491881160012200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6666491881160012200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6666491881160012200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/diaries-of-emo-girl-day-eight.html' title='Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Eight'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-4522270404019648479</id><published>2008-07-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:50:23.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Seven</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like going around in a maze and after so much effort and time, getting back to square one. I don't understand it. I feel lost. I want to run away but there's nowhere to go. I want to try something new but there's nothing to try. I want to, but I can't. I can't do anything. At all. It's all the same. All of it. I give up. I surrender. You win god. I'm not wanted nor needed in this world. Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Emo Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No, I'm not gonna die you idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-4522270404019648479?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/4522270404019648479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=4522270404019648479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4522270404019648479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4522270404019648479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/diaries-of-emo-girl-day-seven.html' title='Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Seven'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-331207420824585485</id><published>2008-07-06T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:50:55.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Six</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheerleaders (or the sluts), caught me looking at &lt;em&gt;that boy&lt;/em&gt; today. They were telling a bunch of bullshit about how an artsy boy like him will never know the existence of an emo girl like me. But I don't want to have to pretend for him like I do with everyone else. I just want to be myself. The problem is, how can a person be herself if she doesn't even know who she is anymore? I can't even do something so simple. I feel hopeless. It was raining today. I took off my shoes and managed to run home in the rain. It felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Emo Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-331207420824585485?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/331207420824585485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=331207420824585485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/331207420824585485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/331207420824585485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/diaries-of-emo-girl-day-six.html' title='Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Six'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5413559227307753774</id><published>2008-07-05T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:42:36.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Smart, Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Four And Five</title><content type='html'>Watched Get Smart today.&lt;br /&gt;And the commerical before it was Gatsby. LOL Gatsby on the big screen. (:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That loser won't give up. He started saying the most disgusting things to me. During maths, he passed me a note saying he gets a boner everytime he looks at me and even bothered to draw a picture. Argh. I should have torn it. If he harasses me again, I'm gonna make sure that my wrists aren't the only thing that I cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Sexually Harassed Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEXT DAY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually kill him. Though I should have. I glared at him. I punched him. Can't that moron take a hint? And why can't he fall for another emo girl huh? Like I said, he doesn't understand me. I don't even understand me. I cut myself an extra five times today. Amusing myself as the blood oozes out and drips down my wrists onto the floor. Saw two girls kissing by the lockers today, ugh. Keep their gross intimacy to themselves. Found out that one of them was my good friend. EEK! Well, lesbians are people too. But I'm probably, no, DEFINITELY gonna avoid her for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Emo Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5413559227307753774?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5413559227307753774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5413559227307753774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5413559227307753774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5413559227307753774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/get-smart-diaries-of-emo-girl-day-four.html' title='Get Smart, Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Four And Five'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-919760366138328880</id><published>2008-07-04T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:39:47.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Two And Three</title><content type='html'>I'm continuing the story for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Isabel says it's 'hot'. (Which in response I say wth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) To annoy Syaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked my up and down and gave me a wink. Whoop de fucking doo. Like I care. So what if he's the so-called hottest guy in school? He doesn't understand me. He's also a total player. I heard that he's already made twenty- two girls in the school pregnant, including the librarian. Guess he's trying a 'wide variety' and emo's on the menu. What's next, the lunch lady? Well, if he wants emo, he'll have to wait a LONG LONG TIME- emo's given people food poisoning and would be cancelled for, I don't know, six decades? If he stares at my boobs again tomorrow, I'll punch him where the sun don't shine, which is, in my point of view, everywhere. Good luck to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out,&lt;br /&gt;Emo Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE NEXT DAY..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I punched him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;Emo Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-919760366138328880?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/919760366138328880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=919760366138328880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/919760366138328880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/919760366138328880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/diaries-of-emo-girl-day-two.html' title='Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day Two And Three'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-3371868542907348293</id><published>2008-07-03T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:44:25.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News Just In, Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day One</title><content type='html'>Alright. While we're waiting for three more people to bother reading, let's try another story - 'Diaries Of An Emo Girl'. Read how her emotions change throughout her life. Maybe, just maybe, she'll get out of emo-hood. She doesn't reveal her name in her diary. Well, not yet anyway. I'll just try out one entry. Tell me what you think in the tagboard and tell me whether I should continue writing this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: It seriously sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Life’s fucked up. I want to run away but I’m too tired to even walk. Everything seems to be changing lately but I can’t keep up. My past is escaping from me. Should I let it go or hold on to it? After all, it’s not been the best- cliques, confusion and so-called ‘friends’.  I simply can’t deal with all this. I want to zone out of reality and go into fantasy, hoping that everything turns out alright. I don’t even know anymore. But honestly. Does anyone? I’m questioning myself over and over again but after a while, I ask, what am I even talking about? I’m stressed out over nothing. I feel like I had forgotten something important but I don’t know what. I make big mistakes. I cry and laugh for no reason. So what? Everyone has their days. So why am I so upset? It feels like the world is against me and all I can do is just let things take their course. Everything I do is automatic now. It’s always the same. How I wish I can go into the future, just to get a taste of what it’s like. My mind is a total blur and everything’s going wrong. My thoughts are so jumbled at the moment… What am I even doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Signing Out,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                             Emo girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-3371868542907348293?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/3371868542907348293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=3371868542907348293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3371868542907348293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3371868542907348293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/news-just-in-diaries-of-emo-girl-day.html' title='News Just In, Diaries Of An Emo Girl Day One'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2444986663325514245</id><published>2008-07-02T00:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T01:28:23.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Things, So Little Time</title><content type='html'>Note: Whoever Michiyo is, mind telling me? I can't relink you if I don't know who you are. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not continuing the story until I know I have at least 10 readers. Tell me if you read it in the tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cally&lt;br /&gt;2) Syaza&lt;br /&gt;3) Meisi&lt;br /&gt;4) Isabel&lt;br /&gt;5) Magdelyn&lt;br /&gt;6) Chee Wei&lt;br /&gt;7) Rachel&lt;br /&gt;8) Jolyn&lt;br /&gt;9) Valencia&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for my links, I'll re-arrange them in alphabetical order when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, life's been pretty hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were great. But on Saturday, there was this woman who only laughed when everyone else finished laughing. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up the drama room. Found body parts of a dead cockroach. By the way, doesn't that sound like an awesome book title? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Compass Point to buy Shrek VCD. All sold out. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Compass Point (again) with Syaza. So a kiddy book titled 'Old MacNoah Had An Ark'. And in one of the pictures, Old MacNoah looked like he was HEADLESS. As in, he was carrying his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked mum to buy Shrek VCD in Kovan. Sold out too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China students came to my school. Found out that Mr Lim's Chinese sucks. He wanted to say his hearing wasn't good. Instead he said, 'My ear isn't good'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost late for Geography. EEK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2444986663325514245?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2444986663325514245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2444986663325514245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2444986663325514245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2444986663325514245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title='So Many Things, So Little Time'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-3173530481409128087</id><published>2008-06-21T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:28:26.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Test Part Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Hey. Isn't that Lay-&lt;br /&gt;Der: JENNY! Let's go sit somewhere else and order!&lt;br /&gt;Derrick pulled Jenny away to another table before Jenny could protest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den: Sorry Drake, but I'm not hungry anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Denise pushed away her totally untouched food.&lt;br /&gt;Dra: Alright. I'll walk you home.&lt;br /&gt;Den: There's no need..&lt;br /&gt;Dra: It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Fine..&lt;br /&gt;She didn't care. Tears had blurred her eyes and she just wanted to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dra: Bill please.&lt;br /&gt;A waiter passed him the bill.&lt;br /&gt;Denise took a peek at it.&lt;br /&gt;Den: $80 for two bowls of spaghetti?! That's daylight robbery! I can't make you pay for this..&lt;br /&gt;Dra: SHH! Don't let them hear you. And it's fine. I've got it covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home,&lt;br /&gt;Dra: I have to tell you something. I'm not supposed to be saying this to you but I can't keep it in any longer.&lt;br /&gt;Den: What? Wait. You're not gonna propose to me are you?&lt;br /&gt;Dra: No.&lt;br /&gt;Den: I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dra: The truth is. I couldn't afford to pay for the really expensive restaurant. So today during lunch, Layla told me she knew that I was the secret admirer and she offered to help me give you the best date ever. But I had to bring you to THAT restaurant because she wanted to sabotage your friendship with Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Wait. Does Derrick really like Jenny?&lt;br /&gt;Dra: No. Layla promised him two hundred dollars to play with Jenny's heart.&lt;br /&gt;Den: DRAKE! HOW COULD YOU! AND THAT BASTARD'S SO CHEAP! DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE BITCH! ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;'Wow. I called Derrick a bastard,' Denise thought in amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise ran home. She wanted to scream into her pillow. Everything was going wrong for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dra(shouting): So I'll call you?&lt;br /&gt;No response. Drake sighed. What had he done?&lt;br /&gt;Dra: I know! I'll get her and Jenny to become friends again! That way, she'll have to be grateful and maybe even go out with me!&lt;br /&gt;A couple walked past Drake and stared at him, thinking that he was mentally ill.&lt;br /&gt;Dra: I've got to stop talking to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT PART COMING IN A BLOG NEAR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-3173530481409128087?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/3173530481409128087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=3173530481409128087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3173530481409128087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3173530481409128087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-test-part-five.html' title='The True Test Part Five'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5954789397029011863</id><published>2008-06-14T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:05:19.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update Of My Life So Far</title><content type='html'>Ok. Stepping away from the story and talking bout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Kung Fu Panda. Damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to John Little. Heard an announcement that said 'Your attention please. The fire alarm has been activated. Please remain calm. We are currently investigating the situation.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I was thinking Mas Selemat. (And ironically, there were two escapees that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down the escalator. Saw the top floors had white blankets covering them, so it's like blocking them. And there was a huge humming sound. Like a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo City. So much for remaining calm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Creatively Thai. Fashion Show (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYQnpltoqI/AAAAAAAAACI/DbWB9h1UOGQ/s1600-h/Models+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYQnpltoqI/AAAAAAAAACI/DbWB9h1UOGQ/s320/Models+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212371892092904098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9kzvtGI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZMdA6cRGQkc/s1600-h/Models+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9kzvtGI/AAAAAAAAABw/ZMdA6cRGQkc/s320/Models+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212370069743449186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9y7tD6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-gHWKC1gmKk/s1600-h/Models+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9y7tD6I/AAAAAAAAAB4/-gHWKC1gmKk/s320/Models+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212370073534926754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot girls (I'm not les or bi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYP5WimczI/AAAAAAAAACA/PTknzA4CHb0/s1600-h/Models+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYP5WimczI/AAAAAAAAACA/PTknzA4CHb0/s320/Models+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212371096705594162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad shot ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the runway, there was this guy who was walking back and a girl was walking to the front. The guy saw the girl and walked to her and gave her a rose. She took it and pushed him away. There was also a shirtless guy who walked to the front and then put on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when they all posed, I saw the blue shirt guy look in my direction. Ahh. I guess it's caused he was supposed to? But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I went back and was on the MRT, I think I saw Hong Jun Yang from Project Superstar 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Whose Line Is It Anyway. One of the greatest shows. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Abirami's birthday party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9BFqkRI/AAAAAAAAABY/xpZr4A5e1vg/s1600-h/Abirami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9BFqkRI/AAAAAAAAABY/xpZr4A5e1vg/s320/Abirami.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212370060154933522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9SAL3JI/AAAAAAAAABg/tIW0pghiCAo/s1600-h/Charmaine+And+Freda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYO9SAL3JI/AAAAAAAAABg/tIW0pghiCAo/s320/Charmaine+And+Freda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212370064695352466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine and Freda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dry mee siam (I think), sotong ball, otah, satay, chicken wing, lamb chop, chocolate and truffle cake, either mango or orange juice and coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to her house (for 2 minutes), playground, barbeque pit and the karaoke room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for inviting me. Awesome party. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the party, Cally sms-ed me. She started bitching about her debate camp (again). And I started rubbing the wonderful party in her face. Felt like I was in a bad friend kind of mood. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I'm only gonna write ten parts for the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5954789397029011863?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5954789397029011863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5954789397029011863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5954789397029011863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5954789397029011863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-of-my-life-so-far.html' title='Update Of My Life So Far'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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/_mRnNpBkF7YQ/SFYQnpltoqI/AAAAAAAAACI/DbWB9h1UOGQ/s72-c/Models+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7590567224351525229.post-6435768765181495633</id><published>2008-06-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T00:46:06.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Test Part Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;Denise stood up.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Excuse me Drake.&lt;br /&gt;Denise stormed over to Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Den: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! AND WITH HIM?!&lt;br /&gt;She pointed at Derrick, her face turning red with rage.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Let's sit down. It's a long story.&lt;br /&gt;So they sat down with Drake.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONTAGE TIME!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny's P.O.V. (Point Of View)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In conversations from Jenny's P.O.V.,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny: Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONTINUE WITH STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Goodbye you two! I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Denise and Drake waved goodbye to me. I went off with my face turned to look at Denise and Drake. Just then, I bumped into Derrick.&lt;br /&gt;Der: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey.&lt;br /&gt;Der: You look nice.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Der: Hmm. Smart and cute. Lots of guys chasing you I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Me: How do you know I'm smart?&lt;br /&gt;Der: Natural instinct.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Right. I'm off now. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Der: Wait. Go out with me? There's a romantic Italian restaurant near a beach.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well..&lt;br /&gt;Der: I like you Jen. I really, really like you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm..&lt;br /&gt;Der: I hear that you don't feel the same. But look me in the eyes Jen! Look me in the eyes! And tell me honestly. Do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;I stared into his deep blue eyes. It was like I was hypnotised. And the next thing I know..&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yes, Derrick. Yes. I do.&lt;br /&gt;He smile and hugged me. I hugged him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;END OF MONTAGE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: ..And that's what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Denise's jaw dropped to the floor. She stared at Jenny in utter disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;Den: HOW COULD YOU?! YOU KNOW I LIKE DERRICK.&lt;br /&gt;She said it as if Derrick wasn't there. She was furious.&lt;br /&gt;Jen(mumble): But you're going out with Drake now.&lt;br /&gt;Den: It's just to see if I like him! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS JEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of her eye, Jenny saw Layla at the door smirking. What part did Layla have in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT PART!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry for the cheesy bits! Currently feeling really cheesy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6435768765181495633?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6435768765181495633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6435768765181495633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6435768765181495633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6435768765181495633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-test-part-four.html' title='The True Test Part Four'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-568616240830781482</id><published>2008-06-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:23:29.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Test Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INTRODUCING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Drake Nathan Jones&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Dra, Ake, Nath&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Notes: SPOILER! He's head over heels in love with Denise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In conversations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake: Dra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNY?! Denise looked in stunned horror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den: YOU'RE-YOU'RE-YOU'RE...&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Of course I'm not! Don't be ridiculous! I just wanna let you know that I found out who your admirer is! He was drawing your picture in art class.&lt;br /&gt;Den: DERRICK'S IN YOUR ART CLASS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Yeah but.. it's not him. It's..&lt;br /&gt;Dra: Me.&lt;br /&gt;Denise turned around. She gave a disappointed sigh as she took a look at him. He was cute but not as cute as Derrick.&lt;br /&gt;Dra: Name's Drake. Secret admirer.&lt;br /&gt;Denise gave a slight smile.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Denise. Admirer-ee.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Goodbye you two! I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Denise and Drake waved goodbye to Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dra: Wanna go out? We can watch a movie and have dinner at this famous Italian restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Sure.. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off they went. They watched a comedy and laughed their asses off. 'At least he has good taste in movies,' Denise thought. All that laughing made her hungry. When Denise reached for the popcorn, her hand accidentally touch on Drake's. She blushed and took her hand away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time for dinner, they ate at a romantic Italian restaurant located at the beach. They sat by the glass window where you could see the sunset. It was a really romantic thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dra: Hey! I just realised something! Doesn't Denise and Drake sound so cute together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She giggled. That's what she said about her and Derrick. Drake's really sweet and nice but Denise wished she could share this moment with Derrick instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake saw the disappointment in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Dra: If you don't like Italian food we can always go somewhere else..&lt;br /&gt;Den: It's not that. It's just.. I wasn't expecting you.&lt;br /&gt;Dra (sigh): I knew it. You rather it was Derrick right?&lt;br /&gt;Denise gave a slight nod. She looked at Drake. He looked really heartbroken. She gave a gentle smile.&lt;br /&gt;Den: I really appreciate this though.&lt;br /&gt;Drake tried a smile but Denise could see it was fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she was about to say something, she heard the bell at the door ring, signalling someone has entered the restaurant. She turned and saw Derrick with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAY TUNED TO FIND OUT WHO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-568616240830781482?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/568616240830781482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=568616240830781482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/568616240830781482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/568616240830781482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-test-part-three.html' title='The True Test Part Three'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1295694447951126219</id><published>2008-06-09T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T06:35:54.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Test Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Denise opened her locker and saw a bouquet of red roses inside. There was a little note attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said:&lt;br /&gt;'Roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;Meet me at the fountain,&lt;br /&gt;First thing after school.&lt;br /&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Your secret admirer.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise's heart skipped a beat. A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind.&lt;br /&gt;'Is this just a prank?'&lt;br /&gt;'Did someone get the wrong locker?'&lt;br /&gt;'Is he a stalker?'&lt;br /&gt;Then she suddenly remembered. She fell yesterday and the very next day she received flowers. Could Derrick have sent them? Could he have fell in love with her when he saw her fall (no pun intended)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have time to think about it because the next thing she knew, the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the lessons were a drag. When it was time for lunch, she couldn't wait to tell Jenny about her secret admirer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Wow. But what's so good about Derrick anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Denise ignored her question.&lt;br /&gt;Den: I'm so nervous! Is my hair okay? Do I have anything stuck between my teeth? AHH!&lt;br /&gt;Jen: RELAX! First of all your hair is perfectly fine. Second, you have nothing stuck between your teeth considering you haven't even touched your food yet!&lt;br /&gt;Den: Right..&lt;br /&gt;She calmed down and started eating. She imagined herself being Snow White, Derrick being Prince Charming and Layla being the wicked step-mother.&lt;br /&gt;Den: .. And they all lived happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Den: Nothing. By the way, doesn't Denise and Derrick sound so cute together?&lt;br /&gt;Jenny rolled her eyes. Thankfully for Jenny, the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a gazillion years (to Denise), school finally ended. Denise rushed to the fountain located outside the school. The time she had anticipated had finally came. She waited eagerly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, she saw a nerd wave in her direction. She looked at him in horrid disgust. An hourglass-shaped girl walked pass her and linked arms with the nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This day just gets weirder and weirder,' she thought. She heaved a sigh of relief. 'At least it wasn't him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey,' said a familiar voice. She felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around she saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAIT FOR THE NEXT PART!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't you just love cliff hangers? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1295694447951126219?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1295694447951126219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1295694447951126219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1295694447951126219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1295694447951126219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-test-part-two.html' title='The True Test Part Two'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5254799895770772054</id><published>2008-06-06T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:02:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Test Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INTRODUCING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Denise Odelle Smith&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Deni, Dini, Ode&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Main character. Head over heels in love with Derrick. Jenny's best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Jenny Madeline Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Jen, Mad, Maddie&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Says she doesn't understand what anyone sees in Derrick. Denise's best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Layla Felicia Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Lay, Fel, Feli&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Mean girl of the story. Head cheerleader. Camille's and Selena's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Camille Delilah Anderson&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Cam, Cami, Del&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: Aaron&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Layla's posse. Layla's and Selena's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Selena Natasha Walker&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Sel, Nat, Natty&lt;br /&gt;Age: 16&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: Scott&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Layla's posse. Camille's and Layla's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Derrick Randy Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: D Man, Der, Rand&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: n/a&lt;br /&gt;Notes: High School quarterback. Hottest guy in school. Aaron's and Scott's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Aaron Daniel Miller&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Air, Ron, Dan&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: Camille&lt;br /&gt;Notes: In the same football team as Derrick. Derrick's and Scott's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Scott Travis Turner&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames: Ott, Tra, Vis&lt;br /&gt;Age: 17&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend: Selena&lt;br /&gt;Notes: In the same football team as Derrick. Derrick's and Aaron's best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In conversations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise: Den, Jenny: Jen, Layla: Lay, Camille: Cam, Selena: Sel, Derrick: Der, Aaron: Aar, Scott: Sco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEGINNING OF STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school bell rang. 'Phew,' Denise thought. 'First day of junior year over without any embarrassment.' Denise had a habit of ending up embarrassed or humiliated on the first day of school. Just as she thought everything was alright and was almost at her locker, Layla tripped her and she fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Damn that Layla. What did I ever do to her?!' Denise thought. She didn't dare look up. She could feel everyone's eye looking at her and she heard some laughing. She closed her eyes shut. She prayed silently, 'Come on black hole, you know you want to swallow me up.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she heard footsteps walking towards her. A few girls gasped. She smelled a whiff of cologne. 'Could it be?' She wondered. She opened her eyes and there he was. That piece of perfection, her favourite obsession. It was Derrick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der: Are you okay?&lt;br /&gt;Derrick offers a hand.&lt;br /&gt;Den: I-I-I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;Denise took his hand. 'Somebody pinch me,' she thought. 'Derrick just helped me up! Of course I'm not okay!' She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She managed to stand up but she felt like fainting. The hottest guy in her school just held her hand. So it wasn't really the date kind, but still! She could hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Think of something to say!' She thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Nice.. hands..&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING?!' She thought.&lt;br /&gt;Derrick raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;Der: Right.. so I'll see you around sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Denise nodded and waited for the back hole to swallow her up. She could still few all eyes on her and she was wondering what Layla's expression would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't have to wonder that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay: Well Deni, you couldn't have been more smooth with your words.&lt;br /&gt;Denise could hear the smugness in her voice. People started doing their own things. Jenny walked towards Denise.&lt;br /&gt;Jen: Hey, you alright? Going home now?&lt;br /&gt;Den: Yeah. Give me a sec.&lt;br /&gt;Denise turned to Layla.&lt;br /&gt;Den: At least he helped me up.&lt;br /&gt;Lay: It was a pity thing.&lt;br /&gt;Denise turned to Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;Den: Let's go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT PART COMING SOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5254799895770772054?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5254799895770772054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5254799895770772054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5254799895770772054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5254799895770772054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-test-part-one.html' title='The True Test Part One'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-152729483059610393</id><published>2008-06-06T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:53:02.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Test</title><content type='html'>This blog is quite dead so I'm gonna revive it by writing a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called 'The True Test'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna introduce new characters as the story goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about what being a girl is all about- friends, guys and drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually finish what I start so if I stop writing, don't be too disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start at the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm posting it in Quizilla too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-152729483059610393?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/152729483059610393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=152729483059610393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/152729483059610393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/152729483059610393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/06/true-test.html' title='The True Test'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2375237489740356921</id><published>2008-05-31T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:01:09.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK</title><content type='html'>RYAN HIGA ADDED ME ON FACEBOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFING HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SCREAMS-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH I THINK I'M GONNA FAINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE HUGGED ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2375237489740356921?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2375237489740356921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2375237489740356921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2375237489740356921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2375237489740356921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/facebook.html' title='FACEBOOK'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6500304502637334697</id><published>2008-05-30T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T07:13:49.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Him</title><content type='html'>I've been playing iSketch lately. And I met this guy called azixx. He was born in London, spent seven years in America and is now living in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I met him, I've had two dreams about my dream guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weirdly, one of them involved him looking like George Of The Jungle (real life version)/ Gatsby commercial guy wearing a genie outfit from 'Genie In The House'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he hugged me, I felt like I was on the clouds. (And no, I did not take drugs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played iSketch today and I looked for him again. When I found him, my internet connection failed me. When it was back, he was gone. Forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IRONIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is weird to fall for a guy who I barely said ten sentences to, but there's just something special about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6500304502637334697?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6500304502637334697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6500304502637334697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6500304502637334697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6500304502637334697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-him.html' title='It&apos;s Him'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-3531781415761673959</id><published>2008-05-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:19:42.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Everything</title><content type='html'>Got a new blogskin, title, song and friend test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if you guys like the new blogskin or whether I should change it back to the old one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-3531781415761673959?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/3531781415761673959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=3531781415761673959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3531781415761673959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3531781415761673959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-everything.html' title='New Everything'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-3359351263453356811</id><published>2008-05-23T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T03:27:10.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posters, Cookies and much more</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school gave out free autographed posters of The Click Five. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL ENDS! WOOOOOOOOOO! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID COOK WON! WOOT WOOT GO DAVID GO DAVID! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking happy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had parent-teacher meeting. The school sold SJC merchandise. Bought a IJ bear for &lt;br /&gt;$25. So Kawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in the homeroom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Foo: You did quite well for all your subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3 seconds later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Foo: ...Except for Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature - B4 (Highest in class. Yay..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civics and Moral Education - A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class position: 6/39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level position: 28/193&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the idiot who marked my attendance for House Practice marked me as absent &lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt; times and I'm not getting CCA points. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting Marion, Karen and Regina as my witnesses that I was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-3359351263453356811?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/3359351263453356811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=3359351263453356811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3359351263453356811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/3359351263453356811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/posters-cookies-and-much-more.html' title='Posters, Cookies and much more'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-8358266155537504238</id><published>2008-05-21T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:39:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surveys, Games And Cookies</title><content type='html'>Had a climate survey on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some damn reason, everyone had to redo because the computer only saved a few teachers out of ten over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Games Carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Elizabeth got 2nd and 3rd place for everything. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that Meisi and I have a freakishly lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except that she votes for David Archuleta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook totally rocked the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But almost everyone listens to Simon Cowell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He supports Archie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currenty looking through videos and it seems Archie has a lot of fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so freaking upset now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;History's gonna repeat itself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved Blake. He went in the finals. Lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm Getting Ready For That Tear To Drop. So go. How Can I Miss You If You Don't Go Away?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that makes any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically begging on my knees that Cookie wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-8358266155537504238?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/8358266155537504238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=8358266155537504238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8358266155537504238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/8358266155537504238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/surveys-and-cookies.html' title='Surveys, Games And Cookies'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-535410356730514177</id><published>2008-05-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:33:04.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I got a new haircut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slight layers, 1 inch shorter and a new fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload picture when possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, American Idol Season Marathon has been going on for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-535410356730514177?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/535410356730514177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=535410356730514177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/535410356730514177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/535410356730514177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-haircut.html' title='New Haircut'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1595608827750676951</id><published>2008-05-16T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T01:58:16.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid- Year Results</title><content type='html'>English - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths - B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;T - A2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art - A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Literature - C5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I got a C5 for Literature and nobody in the class got even a 65!&lt;br /&gt;But we're better at everything else! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, there's nothing to blog about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1595608827750676951?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1595608827750676951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1595608827750676951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1595608827750676951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1595608827750676951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/mid-year-results.html' title='Mid- Year Results'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-2190355327329103360</id><published>2008-05-14T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:07:44.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Day Post</title><content type='html'>Oh boy oh boy do I have a lot to blog about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with &lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chinatown and Little India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, I saw this Taxi Sign that said "Kangaroo + Apple = Dog Food". &lt;br /&gt;Random much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at Chinatown I saw a store with a sign that said "Win a &lt;strong&gt;FREE&lt;/strong&gt; ride in a police car just by shoplifting from this store."&lt;br /&gt;Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took a break, there was this bread store called "Bread Pitt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was up with the signs that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I bought a magnetic bracelet at Little India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back to school, we got our English and Chinese results. Suckish.&lt;br /&gt;English got a B3 and Chinese got a C5. &lt;strong&gt;A C5! WTH?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the comment on the English essay paper for &lt;strong&gt;Bernice&lt;/strong&gt; wrote &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt;. But it was marked by Lim Tat Hong so I guess it was kinda expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that we have to do a skit for drama in &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group members:&lt;br /&gt;Marion&lt;br /&gt;Freda&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Zelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marion, ILY loads for helping me with the script. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMERICAN IDOL DAY! WOOTS! MAKE THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE - SUPPORT DAVID COOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back our Science paper. Luckily, I passed with an A1, which was so much better than the expected B4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Compass Point with Syaza and Cally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fun. Thanks for the great day guys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And throughout the whole time, a fly kept &lt;strong&gt;STALKING&lt;/strong&gt; us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a fly whenever we were outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a CD called 'The Fly', when we were at Sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a book about flies in the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a card involving flies at Hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP STALKING US FLIES! WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO YOU? ... Except maybe whack and kill some of your relatives, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I saved Syaza's life! She almost got hit by a car. &lt;em&gt;I just saved your life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Have a phobia of canines and miniature females. (Inside joke.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-2190355327329103360?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/2190355327329103360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=2190355327329103360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2190355327329103360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/2190355327329103360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/many-day-post.html' title='The Many Day Post'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-4192448288382464862</id><published>2008-05-10T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:27:10.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph- I look like BoA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/K/28/0x2j50_49636526495284f09ezo50" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celeb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bHQ9MTIxMDQyMjM3NzM*MyZwdD*xMjEwNDIyNDI5ODQzJnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9bW9ycGgmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9Mg==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-4192448288382464862?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/4192448288382464862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=4192448288382464862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4192448288382464862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/4192448288382464862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/celebrity-morph-i-look-like-boa.html' title='Celebrity Morph- I look like BoA'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5436227311802434849</id><published>2008-05-09T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T03:24:42.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Cookie</title><content type='html'>EXAMS ARE OVER! WOOTS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Listening Comprehension and D&amp;T damn easy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been thinking about David Cook so much today. I love Cookie. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so so amazing. I wrote four cheesy lines about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I see your face,&lt;br /&gt;The Sun shines through.&lt;br /&gt;David Cook,&lt;br /&gt;I heart you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, I just find him so great that no words can describe him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be more famous than David Archuleta ever wll be even if he doesn't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get in a horrible mood 'cause someone thrased David Cook on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that Archuleta is pronouced 'Achoo-leta' as in he &lt;em&gt;leta&lt;/em&gt; you get sick and next think you know, &lt;em&gt;ACHOO&lt;/em&gt; ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. Hate David Assuleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, nowadays whenever I hear, think or say the words 'I don't know', I keep thinking of 'Love Me Or Hate Me' by Lady Sovereign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5436227311802434849?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5436227311802434849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5436227311802434849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5436227311802434849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5436227311802434849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-cookie.html' title='I Love Cookie'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-6763408765995107151</id><published>2008-05-08T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T02:02:33.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam papers and Amerian Idol</title><content type='html'>Cally wants me to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's updated now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Cally? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, exam papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History- Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Science- Quite hard. Gonna fail Chemistry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography- Suprisingly easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature- Wrote a bunch of bullshit. Flunkage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art- Quite fun, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths- Paper One easy. Paper Two difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HEART DAVID COOK! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE DAVID ARCHULETA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David A is ruining David C's chances of winning. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse that amazing voice and cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY VOTE COUNTS. SO DON'T VOTE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook's so hot and has the best voice ever. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this year doesn't turn out like last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fave idolist goes to the finals and is eliminated there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Please don't let David C be like Blake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-6763408765995107151?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/6763408765995107151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=6763408765995107151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6763408765995107151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/6763408765995107151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/05/exam-papers-and-amerian-idol.html' title='Exam papers and Amerian Idol'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-7598245911275055191</id><published>2008-04-30T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:48:16.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Paper</title><content type='html'>Had Chinese Paper on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed it up. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT DAY DURING LUNCH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to get a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted Ribena with pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubini was standing beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribena and Rubini sound about the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly said wanted Rubini with pearls. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ate with Abirami and Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hilary just learnt my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at first she read it as 'Angele' (She pronounced it as Angeli).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sadly, Long John Silver was sitting at the step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoided looking there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone who was tall and had short hair walked by our table from the same direction Long John Silver was at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was you-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After realising I mistook KC for you-know-who, Hilary went to tell Eunice who was sitting at another table by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then KC turned to look at me. (Probably was thinking: WTH?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nanny told me perfect view and pointed her fingers first at her eyes then at where you-know-who was sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary. I'm gonna make you choke on the chicken bones you were eating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-7598245911275055191?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/7598245911275055191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=7598245911275055191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7598245911275055191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/7598245911275055191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/04/chinese-paper.html' title='Chinese Paper'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-5060451390455875556</id><published>2008-04-25T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T08:12:14.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English Paper</title><content type='html'>English Paper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper One..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composition and Situational writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about it unlike Jasmine 'cause my birthday ain't anywhere near so it doesn't matter if you guys die. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: To prevent yourself from dying, stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I TOLD YOU TO STOP READING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: You don't listen to instructions, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, I wrote 'Describe a person/ place that has changed considerably. Describe the changes that have occured.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Isabellybutton. I wrote you. You have seriously changed. I don't even know you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exceeded the word limit only by 33 words. Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper Two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloze Passage and Comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty ok. Finished the summary with exactly 150 words. Yay..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently addicted to 'Whose Line Is It Anyway?' and 'Drew Carey's Green Screen Show' again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-5060451390455875556?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/5060451390455875556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=5060451390455875556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5060451390455875556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/5060451390455875556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/04/english-paper.html' title='English Paper'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1628751798717457987</id><published>2008-04-21T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:38:41.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Batteries Retest</title><content type='html'>5 Batteries Retest today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Of Sit Ups- 31&lt;br /&gt;Sit And Reach- 44cm&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broad Jump- 131cm/140cm&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle Run- 12.8s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No. Of Inclined Pull Ups- 0&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN. Improved on everything except that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vhiUG5xMPY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vhiUG5xMPY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch that. Ryan Higa is UBER HAWT!!! Kyle Chun is SOOOOO CUTE!!! Jason looks kinda creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7590567224351525229-1628751798717457987?l=adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/feeds/1628751798717457987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7590567224351525229&amp;postID=1628751798717457987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1628751798717457987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7590567224351525229/posts/default/1628751798717457987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://adoseofweirdness.blogspot.com/2008/04/5-batteries-retest.html' title='5 Batteries Retest'/><author><name>The Mobile Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16696491285313994622</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-7590567224351525229.post-1216153150678773303</id><published>2008-04-20T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T03:31:01.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4km run</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had NAPFA 2.4km run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DIDN'T FAIL!!! WOOTS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 50th position..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Nothing to post about. 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