<?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-8866208106301329352</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:41:32.944+08:00</updated><category term='First post'/><title type='text'>Googly Blah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-3258448092584742252</id><published>2010-01-07T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T23:40:12.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now alot of people get confused about why I hate the Jonas Brothers. Once I mentioned that I disliked the Jonas Brothers and I was thrown out of the room and stoned. I would have died if it wasn't for the vultures who flew down and fought with the Jonas-Lovers over who got to eat me first. Under the cover of the mayhem, I slipped away to a nearby cave, where I slowly licked my injuries because I read somewhere that saliva heals eveything from paper cuts to herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from then on, I learned to always brush my tongue before licking my injuries because I got quite a nasty infection on some cuts and it was obviously from my dirty tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason I hate the Jonas Brothers is because once, I had a terrible dream where I was chased by a flying bear. He chased me down a dark corridor and I slipped on the banana peels all over the floor. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes, which was surprisingly long considering my age. I imagine old people having their life flashing before their eyes would be bored by the time they reached their marriage. Unless they have their's fast-forwarded, which seems unlikely seeing as everything slows down after you pass 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as the bear flew over me, I woke up. After I showered and got ready for school, I sat down and ate my breakfast, which was a delicious peanut butter toast which tasted especially nice as I still had a little aftertaste of my green tea toothpaste in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I left for school and on the way, I overheard someone saying that he needed to buy a new shaver. And thus I hated the Jonas Brothers, despite the fact that I can sing along to every one of their songs and even know the dance moves to all their videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The posters of a half-naked Nick Jonas behind my door mean nothing too. I hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3258448092584742252?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3258448092584742252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3258448092584742252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3258448092584742252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3258448092584742252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-alot-of-people-get-confused-about.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7403761660156001108</id><published>2010-01-02T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:20:53.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlwDAx3Iii4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DlwDAx3Iii4&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why that even appeals to me. I don't like toilet bowls. And I don't like crazy men with long crazy beards sticking their faces into them. Maybe it's the way the crowd seems so into it. I don't think crowds should look so happy at a doom metal concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Here's something normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhgH8TnO5XU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhgH8TnO5XU&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that weird beardy guy has more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBA1fZjB_t8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBA1fZjB_t8&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually pretty good.&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;Or maybe my brain just stopped working and I'll hate it all over again when I wake up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7403761660156001108?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7403761660156001108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7403761660156001108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7403761660156001108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7403761660156001108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-no-idea-why-that-even-appeals-to.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7151783157697223918</id><published>2009-12-27T23:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:08:55.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How. The. Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did this gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd4Eq3vb1I/AAAAAAAAACs/982gJ_Q0GLI/s1600-h/Top13_Sezairi+Sezali.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd4Eq3vb1I/AAAAAAAAACs/982gJ_Q0GLI/s320/Top13_Sezairi+Sezali.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419932698186575698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd4nz31QxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SjtoFCyY66Q/s1600-h/Tabitha+Nauser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd4nz31QxI/AAAAAAAAAC0/SjtoFCyY66Q/s320/Tabitha+Nauser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419933301898298130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd7yuxbmeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nK_qJniccDE/s1600-h/Top13_Sylvia+Ratonel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd7yuxbmeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nK_qJniccDE/s320/Top13_Sylvia+Ratonel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419936788042717666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean. What the fuck. Anyone with ears that aren't damaged and has ever had a Malay friend would know that Sezairi sounds exactly like EVERY OTHER MALAY GUY out there. I mean. Fuck. We could go out on the streets now and proclaim every other guy on the street Singapore idol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's ridiculous. You don't see Man U thrashing Singapore 9-0 and the referee ruling that Singapore won because Singapore had more votes&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean, okay, the system works for American Idol and shit, but fuck man, those people voted according to talent. Not because Kris Allen looked like that guy hanging down at your void deck and sang like his other drunken buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/rant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7151783157697223918?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7151783157697223918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7151783157697223918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7151783157697223918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7151783157697223918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/Szd4Eq3vb1I/AAAAAAAAACs/982gJ_Q0GLI/s72-c/Top13_Sezairi+Sezali.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-2886648309640547924</id><published>2009-12-06T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:26:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dou im dei dei mou sum gei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it's pretty much confirmed that you're gay when you're watching a horror movie in a room filled with girls and you're the only one screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Aikmeng, if you're reading this, we're gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of a thing to post now anyway. It's been awhile since I've had a decent post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is. I don't even know why I don't feel anymore. It's like everything stopped after we talked that night. But that's stupid and boy do I know that. It just. Well. It just felt like we were talking just for the sake of talking. And I didn't feel anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck it. I can't even understand myself. Let's just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2886648309640547924?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2886648309640547924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2886648309640547924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2886648309640547924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2886648309640547924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/12/dou-im-dei-dei-mou-sum-gei.html' title='dou im dei dei mou sum gei'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-5472394152282178917</id><published>2009-11-17T23:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:29:49.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO, I FOUND MY WAY HERE.&lt;br /&gt;WENJIE IVAN RYAN JIANKUN MAJONG BEHIND, JUNXI ALONE USING LAPTOP IN KITCHEN HAHAHA BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-5472394152282178917?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/5472394152282178917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=5472394152282178917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5472394152282178917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5472394152282178917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-i-found-my-way-here.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-6755921781163909614</id><published>2009-11-04T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:17:44.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh cool It's a head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SvBjHW_nIDI/AAAAAAAAACc/zuECbh3zlEY/s1600-h/76206138_6ccf980b03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 549px; height: 428px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SvBjHW_nIDI/AAAAAAAAACc/zuECbh3zlEY/s320/76206138_6ccf980b03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399924931299844146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SvBjNpA5KLI/AAAAAAAAACk/LrvqaIuVR2E/s1600-h/review_jabba_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 576px; height: 381px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SvBjNpA5KLI/AAAAAAAAACk/LrvqaIuVR2E/s320/review_jabba_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399925039216273586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I don't like her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-6755921781163909614?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/6755921781163909614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=6755921781163909614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6755921781163909614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6755921781163909614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-cool-its-head.html' title='Oh cool It&apos;s a head.'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/SvBjHW_nIDI/AAAAAAAAACc/zuECbh3zlEY/s72-c/76206138_6ccf980b03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-4915804838260776703</id><published>2009-10-17T23:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T00:10:20.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walakafasdasdo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Stnp45N_n7I/AAAAAAAAACU/GzK2Vw8f4Ag/s1600-h/lollol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 693px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Stnp45N_n7I/AAAAAAAAACU/GzK2Vw8f4Ag/s320/lollol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393599192394342322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know if you guys can see it. But it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome back after 1649 days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which translates to about 4.5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's Runescape anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. The account was created in 2002. I actually remember re-playing this game during my PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WWE's getting more and more retarded. Why the hell is Kane talking? He isn't scary if he's talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the hell is the Undertaker still being reborn. It's like his 6th time or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old WWE was cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4915804838260776703?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4915804838260776703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4915804838260776703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4915804838260776703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4915804838260776703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/10/walakafasdasdo.html' title='walakafasdasdo'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/Stnp45N_n7I/AAAAAAAAACU/GzK2Vw8f4Ag/s72-c/lollol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-4630705195440945388</id><published>2009-10-14T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:57:48.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not have ADH - OOH  A BUTTERFLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Presenting the cure for cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCNz8HdghM0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tCNz8HdghM0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;Now that everyone knows Pastor Kong is full of shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvzhmjJLxAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hvzhmjJLxAA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of looking at the swimming trunks of those Polo Boys. I mean seriously, is there no other way to advertise their show than showing them swimming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the camera underwater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a close-up on his balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Ignore the videos. All you need is the audio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCOOAiKd73o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FCOOAiKd73o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZ7nfAUkURQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AZ7nfAUkURQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxEgNSkh4ZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nxEgNSkh4ZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4aiH0AiXBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V4aiH0AiXBE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1Y9ccRg7gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p1Y9ccRg7gw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;What people should be listening to instead of Miley whats-her-name and the Gay Brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4630705195440945388?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4630705195440945388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4630705195440945388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4630705195440945388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4630705195440945388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-do-not-have-adh-look-butterfly.html' title='I do not have ADH - OOH  A BUTTERFLY.'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-118629921991544153</id><published>2009-10-03T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T18:15:44.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having a blogskin that doesn't work is like having a small penis. It's there but no one can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm not going to relink anyone. Unless you type out all that html shit out for me to just copy and paste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-118629921991544153?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/118629921991544153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=118629921991544153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/118629921991544153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/118629921991544153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/10/having-blogskin-that-doesnt-work-is.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2377327417707004903</id><published>2009-09-19T16:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T23:29:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently it's &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html"&gt;'Talk like a Pirate Day'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Okay yesterday. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I have no idea why people enjoy watching F1 races. It's unbelievably stupid and is almost as interesting as stroking a wall fast over and over again to see if something interesting happens apart from burning your hand off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, the racecars s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;peed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; past you in a second, and you spend the rest of the time listening to something like a person farting loudly in your ear and watching the rest of the race on the big screen until the next car zooms past you. And when that second is over, you return back to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something you could accomplish at home with a Whoopee cushion, a TV and a bee which flies repeatedly in front of you with the only difference being that at the race you wouldn't be able to sit like Jabba the Hutt and eat chips off your third chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUYAoCkbeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3UjEG5-RLHo/s1600-h/review_jabba_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUYAoCkbeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3UjEG5-RLHo/s320/review_jabba_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383235328618556898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inset: Jabba and the Forty Chins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, they probably put up the fences just to prevent the people from running on the tracks for something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUVAcw1fjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ijkPzgKTh40/s1600-h/extinction03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUVAcw1fjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ijkPzgKTh40/s320/extinction03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383232027056504370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above : Picture of spectator at the race. Slightly exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gladwin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0.o thats surprisingly retarded&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I preferred Avril Lavigne before she became some idiotic pink pop princess in The Best Damn Thing. I was actually in love with her when I was in primary 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WASN'T PMS ING&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure, you just happen to be even more annoying once every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;russell's cute! (: and so is quasimodo, in a twisted kinda way, or at least in disney animations. heh (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quasi-whothefuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wthhhhh. Ivan behaving like an idiot. HAHAHAHHA.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jesslynn&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sister, i find it really hard to believe that you still update your blog. hahah, well, UPDATE &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi sister, please don't be late for monday. And buy more snacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aleithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey unmanly&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fat thighs.&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;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUbuW2pMcI/AAAAAAAAACE/An3CBCAejSc/s1600-h/ree1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUbuW2pMcI/AAAAAAAAACE/An3CBCAejSc/s320/ree1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383239412814000578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shown above: Another spectator at the F1 race. Complete with earmuffs to muffle the farting sounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2377327417707004903?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2377327417707004903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2377327417707004903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2377327417707004903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2377327417707004903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/09/apparently-its-talk-like-pirate-day.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/SrUYAoCkbeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/3UjEG5-RLHo/s72-c/review_jabba_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-4049727380300906096</id><published>2009-08-30T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T03:03:00.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me: "Wah Ivan, you're damn dumb. If people paid you to be stupid, you rich already."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: "I'll take it as a compliment. =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's not a compliment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: "You say I rich. =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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he had that big idiotic grin there the whole time.&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;Anyway, emo isn't cool. I mean sure, nothing grabs attention like a hand chopped so many times over with a penknife people mistake it for a picture drawn by a pen-holding guy who had a fit but unfortunately for those who just whipped out their penknife to begin their own adventurous journey into self-carving, coolness isn't earned by using your forearm as a sharpening block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canadian pizza needs to hire real singers to do that 'Canadian Pizzaaaaaa. 241.' thing. The guy doing it now sounds like he had a french fry stuffed in each nostril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares. The pizzas can't be that good if they're giving it away for free. Although luckily for them, I go for quantity.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stuff I think up after 11pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm only ever early if the party is at my house. Or someone gave me the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wrong. Everyone else is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make an extremely long sentence that serves absolutely no purpose other than telling other people that I can make an extremely long sentence that serves absolutely no purpose other than telling people that I can make an extremely long sentence that serves absolutely no purpose and well. Yeah. I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered April. The month after March. Not a girl.&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;It's amazing how fast time passes, and when you look back it seems so damn long ago. That doesn't mean you forget though. You just let the other shit in life distract you.&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;But you don't forget.&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;What a retarded ending to an otherwise great post. I shouldn't have remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4049727380300906096?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4049727380300906096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4049727380300906096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4049727380300906096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4049727380300906096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-wah-ivan-youre-damn-dumb.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4917664448641102779</id><published>2009-08-21T23:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:22:57.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tugqHunwDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8tugqHunwDA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzpGk44UXKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pzpGk44UXKQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4MwKRsekZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4MwKRsekZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCwvc5Pz0do&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oCwvc5Pz0do&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I account for half the views.&lt;/span&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;I think it's been quite a while since I really wrote something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, wait some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing worse than a PMSing mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless, of course, your sister is PMSing right along with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4917664448641102779?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4917664448641102779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4917664448641102779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4917664448641102779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4917664448641102779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-account-for-half-views.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2678811812299159920</id><published>2009-08-10T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T03:13:40.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If Up is too cute for you, call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 people I can recommend to you. Seriously, they were so damn good with their commentary throughout the show, by the end of it, Russell looked like the goddamned Hunchback of Notre Dame to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Sn8W4QoPRCI/AAAAAAAAABk/jyN5JS98HhM/s1600-h/up_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Sn8W4QoPRCI/AAAAAAAAABk/jyN5JS98HhM/s320/up_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368034436641145890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hunchy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/uglyoz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 303px;" src="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/uglyoz2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That bad. For fucks sake, they had comments for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single damn &lt;/span&gt;thing in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell sits on a rock.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : "That's one stupid kid'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell tries to help old man.&lt;br /&gt;Woman : "He's more trouble than he's worth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russell asks the woman to shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;Woman dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the last one was a happy fantasy I thought up after the 87th comment from her at around the 4th minute.&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;Don't get me started on her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, well. Okay nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YONGHAN!&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey! Dropping by once in a while. [: You taking part in shhk's new act?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wah, this is abit dated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yujun&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sigh!!! haha hi!! i didnt know you have a blog&lt;/q&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn you found it. Time to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gosh. just say you met jess alba and the cher will understand! no need for such a long story.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aaaaaaaaaaaaa.tumblr.com/"&gt;fangying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoo queen ftw! \m/&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gladwin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eh roundhouse kick is power&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFn0C6SUxww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFn0C6SUxww&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poonyjun&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Chuck Norris says jump, God says how high. Hey, what'sup manz.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes there comes a tag where I really have nothing to say to it. This is one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pooven&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am the masturbatorxD....k lah its not really me.lolol&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is another.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aleithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why your blog all fantasy characters. btw jessica alba's twice your age haha&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And still&lt;/span&gt; hot like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't think hairy knees will make Jessica Alba fall for you&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll get back to you once she stops kissing me.&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;I need my Happyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2678811812299159920?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2678811812299159920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2678811812299159920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2678811812299159920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2678811812299159920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-up-is-too-cute-for-you-call-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/Sn8W4QoPRCI/AAAAAAAAABk/jyN5JS98HhM/s72-c/up_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-665383593449901535</id><published>2009-07-31T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:40:21.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have figured out why Ivan is so vain. It's in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan. Re-arrange the A, V and the I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I wanted to write about actually. Well, that, and why today sucked as well. But I already got over that.&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;I just heard a very interesting story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been quite long since I've wanted to really hit someone. Today's quite a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-665383593449901535?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/665383593449901535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=665383593449901535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/665383593449901535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/665383593449901535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-figured-out-why-ivan-is-so-vain.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-34075705536253216</id><published>2009-07-23T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:24:19.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Let's share a little on why today sucked.&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;First of all, the bus was late. And this time, I'm not just making it up for the dear teachers who camp at the porch waiting for the bell to ring so that they get to laugh at your face for being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I digress, so, the bus was late. I had to run to school. And sweating in your stuffy school uniform is a pleasure I would rather reserve for charity events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I enjoyed a lovely 20 minutes wait right in front of the General Office counter for my I.C. while the staff happily ignored me and scratched their balls while watching re-runs of Gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I was chosen to sit for a PISA test. I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fact, my entire family, including my long lost aunt in China, knows this because MOE was so afraid I would forget that they contacted every member of my family and tracked those that weren't in Singapore just to remind them that their long lost nephew 3801.00 KM away had to sit for a test so simple I could have done it half asleep. Which I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Fourth, I just had to choose the only bus in Singapore where 2 Indians at the back and 2 Malays in the front had the urge to listen to techno music at full volume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, the bus uncle from said bus missed out one cycle of his nose digging, so while he was re-digging his nose, he missed my stop.&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;All in all, good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-34075705536253216?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/34075705536253216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=34075705536253216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/34075705536253216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/34075705536253216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-share-little-on-why-today-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-6854723357747500850</id><published>2009-07-04T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T01:56:58.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I was waling to school yesterday when I met Jessica Alba. We ended up chatting for awhile before we parted ways. Almost immediately after she left, a random hippy appeared and starting gyrating like a fish in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fishes don't gyrate but who really gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. While the hippie was in the midst of a really wild pelvis thrust, a ballerina crawled out from under a coffee table that Angelina Jolie's distant cousin's, friend's, other friend's, brother's, friend's cousin brought in just a day ago and roundhouse kicked the hippie totally Chuck Norris style before getting tackled by the pink bull from John's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay John doesn't keep pink bulls in his closet but who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pink bull disappeared with the ballerina and came back just as I was about to leave after I was about to finish playing Guitar Hero with John, Jon, Jonn and Bjon who were all brothers who met at a gay bar every week to look at girls. The game ended just as the pink bull pee-ed on the 23 inch plasma TV on which we were playing GH on. The resulting short circuit caused a minor blackout in the area, which interrupted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Angelina Jolie's distant cousin's, friend's, other friend's, brother's, friend's cousin video conference with the hippie who ended up in a distant state after the ballerina's roundhouse kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Chuck Norris kicks can do that. Refer to previous posts for evidence of Chuck's Godliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Anyway, it turned out that the pink bull had carried the ballerina to the middle of a road in Ang Mo Kio, where she laid there and cried for a long time, thus causing a jam.&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;And that was why I was late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life gets tiring after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-6854723357747500850?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/6854723357747500850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=6854723357747500850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6854723357747500850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6854723357747500850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-waling-to-school-yesterday-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7040822121145647016</id><published>2009-06-26T23:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:14:47.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought about alot of things today. And I realised that.&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;I'm not gay.&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;Okay that wasn't exactly what I came up with but I'm too lazy to write down my deep dark thoughts.&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;Anyway. It's the end of the holidays. And what better way to celebrate that than by getting sunburned for 2 days straight and coming out looking like an Indian lobster.&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;Seriously. I never knew anyone could look black and red at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irp8CNj9qBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irp8CNj9qBI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JszN7h84TXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JszN7h84TXs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And A capella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyqpjkCwEI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyqpjkCwEI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHC7gN3NnX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FHC7gN3NnX8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I spent hours listening to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7040822121145647016?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7040822121145647016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7040822121145647016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7040822121145647016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7040822121145647016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-thought-about-alot-of-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-6109360347003776780</id><published>2009-06-10T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:49:38.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Homework Plan June Holidays 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;: 11 am - Wake Up&lt;br /&gt;12 pm - Get out of bed and eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;             1 pm  - Stare at homework for 20 minutes&lt;br /&gt;             1.20 pm - Pick up a random book and pretend it's english homework.&lt;br /&gt;             2 pm - Finish 3 chapters and stare at homework again.&lt;br /&gt;             2.01 pm - Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;             5 pm - Wake up and do a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;             5. 20pm - Playtime&lt;br /&gt;             3 am - Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - Repeat with Chem homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Repeat with Maths homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - Relax after 3 days of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; - Relax after a hard day of relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weekends&lt;/span&gt; - Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Week 3 to 4 &lt;/span&gt;- Repeat.&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;I need a new blogskin.&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;Having four seasons of Prison Break is really stupid. They broke out of prison in the First Season. Everything else since then should be 'Staying out of Prison after the Break'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore shows are just plain stupid. I still can't get over the unbelievablystupidandretarded Table of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name was stupid. The show was stupid. Gah. There wasn't even a hot girl to distract people.&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;I just realised I hate listening to people bitching about other people.&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;Unless it was someone I was bitching about earlier. But that's different.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOTAK BOTAK BOTAK BOTAK&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think Paramore's a very nice band. My sister doesn't think so. But she's excited over New Moon so... well... her opinion doesn't really count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSHOLE. Oh please, I wont confess to you. -.-&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I quote 'Without you, there's no me.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stupid Botak.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;骂是疼, 打是爱. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ruiting&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE? YOU HAVE A BLOG? MONKS DONT BLOG.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI WHY MUST TYPE ALL CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEITHIA&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you spelt incidently wrong. it's incidentAlly. See? I can spell. Bimbos can't spell.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you spelled incidentally. Wooha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL chuck norris. Haha botak when's your hair gonna grow?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I think. Now it's like, in the middle of botak and middle length. Not nice to rub anymore.&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;In a freaking hot coffeeshop, one suggested moving outside to a cooler area as we had finished our meal and drinks and were simply chatting. This was met with protest by my brother, who managed to come up with best argument I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here can eat ice."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-6109360347003776780?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/6109360347003776780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=6109360347003776780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6109360347003776780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6109360347003776780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/06/homework-plan-june-holidays-2009-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-6711976327091758482</id><published>2009-06-06T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T03:20:17.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When the Boogeyman goes to sleep every night, he checks his closet for Chuck Norris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Chuck Norris has allowed to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris counted to infinity - twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn’t lifting himself up, he’s pushing the Earth down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can sneeze with his eyes open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you have five dollars and Chuck Norris has five dollars, Chuck Norris has more money than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When observing          a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick in slow motion, one finds that Chuck Norris          actually rapes his victim in the ass, smokes a cigarette with Dennis Leary,          and then roundhouse kicks them in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris' iPod came with an actual charger instead of a USB cord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When Chuck Norris          had surgery, the anesthesia was applied to the doctors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chuck Norris ordered          a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris got          an award for masturbating in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chuck Norris only          masturbates to pictures of Chuck Norris. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Although it is          not common knowledge, there are actually three sides to the Force: the          light side, the dark side, and Chuck Norris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris won the 1983 world          series of poker holding just a joker, a 2 of clubs, a 7 of          spades, and a green number 4 from Uno and a monopoly ‘get out of          jail free’ card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chuck Norris is          Luke Skywalker’s real father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Chuck Norris once accidentally lost his left testicle. It is more commonly known as          Jupiter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The show Survivor was originally about putting people on an island with Chuck Norris. There were no survivors and the show was revised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can speak braille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Superman owns a pair of Chuck Norris pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris doesn't cheat death. He wins fair and square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris once won a game of Connect Four in 3 moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can delete the Recycling Bin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once a cobra bit Chuck Norris' leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Video didn't kill the radio star. Chuck Norris did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris was originally cast as the main character in 24, but was replaced by the producers when he managed to kill every terrorist and save the day in 12 minutes and 37 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris was once on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune and was the first to spin. The next 29 minutes of the show consisted of everyone standing around awkwardly, waiting for the wheel to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can strangle you with a cordless phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M.C. Hammer learned the hard way that Chuck Norris can touch this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Death once had a near-Chuck-Norris experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris can drown a fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chuck Norris doesn't need a miracle in order to split the ocean. He just walks in and the water gets the fuck out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When God said, "Let there be light", Chuck Norris said "Say please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The saddest moment for a child is not when he learns Santa Claus isn't real, it's when he learns Chuck Norris is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris beat the Sun in a staring contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can unscramble an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P is for Chuck Norris, as is every other letter of the alphabet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can lick his own elbows. At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigfoot takes pictures of Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris does not love Raymond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Chuck Norris crosses the street, the cars have to look both         ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris is a stunt double for Optimus Prime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris can clap with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris' calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2. No one fools Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bullets dodge Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris can find the square root of the color yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris knows how much wood a woodchuck could chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris once had a craving for dinosaur meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loch Ness Monster is just one of Chuck Norris' bathtub toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris never learns. He already knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When Chuck Norris says jump, God says how high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse is Greek for 'Shit. Chuck's here.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chuck Norris isnt funny. Stop laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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;Pretty much had me in stitches the whole time.&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 just realised my blogskin doesn't have an archive. Which means you guys can't read my old posts.&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 wonder you guys are sad all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-6711976327091758482?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/6711976327091758482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=6711976327091758482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6711976327091758482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6711976327091758482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-boogeyman-goes-to-sleep-every.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-5331514041435777879</id><published>2009-06-02T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:07:52.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;An interesting article I found on the net from some guy who denounced Christianity, which is more or less what I think about the subject. Nice to see I'm not the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;I was planning to write up a detailed story about my Christian life and the recent rejection of my faith. But my goal is not to build a case to prove I believed in God or to demonstrate how good of a Christian I was. I did truly believe in God for most of my life and worshiped and prayed to him daily. I believed he was at work in my life at all times and using me to touch other people’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you might be wondering what changed.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change was a culmination of things that I could no longer ignore. Faith is belief in the unseen and unprovable, but still requires a foundation for that faith. With the countless religions of the world, I began to question why the god of the Bible is more believable than all other gods worshiped on earth. With the mountain of evidence staring me in the face, my faith began to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall, I finally moved past guilt and admitted to myself that I no longer believe in Jesus or the god of the Bible. Surprisingly it was a relief. Not because I wanted to run wild and sin freely, but because I no longer felt the weight a Christian carries. The weight of guilt, unworthiness and fear of god’s judgement. I continue to spend my days striving to be a good husband, father and son. I help others in need around me as often as I can. The big difference is I do these things today because it brings me joy, not because I believe it brings an imaginary god joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wondering, here is a condensed “Top 20 List” of the things that led to my rejection of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God is wrathful, jealous, hateful, and kills nations of people like it is a bodily function. He is certainly not just or “holy” in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The act of throwing people into infinite torture and punishment for not believing a Jewish guy from 2,000 years ago was God’s son, or unknowingly worshiping the wrong god, is extremely cruel and sadistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The statements, “God works in mysterious ways,” or “It will all make sense in heaven,” are little more than irrational cop outs. This God allows horrible atrocities to be committed against innocent men, women and children every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bloody animal and human sacrifices are illogical demands by a divine god as payment for petty wrong doings. These actions are no different than the rituals of archaic pagan religions. Not to mention the bizarre ritual of symbolically drinking human blood and eating human flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If God loves us and wants us to know and believe in him, why be so completely invisible? What is the purpose of being so illusive to those who believe and worship him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. God never manifests himself or performs miracles as he regularly did for the Israelites in Old Testament stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Prayers are never answered. Certainly not in the way Jesus described. Prayer has absolutely no affect on the world around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. Jesus did not fulfill major Old Testament prophesies or even fulfill his own promises and predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The authors of much of the Bible are unknown. And of these unknown authors, the men who wrote the gospels likely never even met Jesus considering they were written 40-70 years after his death. A far cry from reliable testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Bible is repeatedly contradictory with itself, reality, and the laws of morality. Couldn’t God inspire a less poorly written book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11. The Bible is open to interpretation. Everyone interprets it in the way that suits them best or serves their purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  12. Throughout history, Christians have justified horrific actions by the Bible and its teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  13. The Bible promotes hate and persecution against women, homosexuals and those who worship other gods or no god at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. According to the Bible, nearly 70% percent of the people in the world will burn in hell because they don’t believe Jesus was the son of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The only reason I was a Christian was because I was indoctrinated into the religion as a child as a result of the culture and region of the world in which I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  16. Christianity has no more rational or factual foundation than any other religion on earth that I openly reject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  17. The Christian church is disjointed and can’t even agree with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  18. Christians are not at all ethically or morally different from non-Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Today, powerful church leaders steal, lie and molest young children. The church repeatedly attempts to cover up these atrocities, only to reluctantly apologize as a last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 20. It is absolutely irrational to continue to believe archaic teaching with the amount of knowledge we’ve gained through &lt;a itxtdid="8365956" target="_blank" href="http://forums.hardwarezone.com.sg/showthread.php?t=2388244#" style="border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(51, 51, 102) ! important; font-weight: normal ! important; font-size: 100% ! important; text-decoration: none ! important; padding-bottom: 0px ! important; color: rgb(51, 51, 102) ! important; background-color: transparent ! important; background-image: none; padding-top: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt;" classname="iAs" class="iAs"&gt;science and &lt;nobr style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%;" id="itxt_nobr_24_0"&gt;technology&lt;img style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt; height: 10px; width: 10px; position: relative; top: 1px; left: 1px; float: none;" src="http://images.intellitxt.com/ast/adTypes/mag-glass_10x10.gif" /&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The Bible reads like a book of primitive folklore, not divinely inspired insight into our true reason for existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-5331514041435777879?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/5331514041435777879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=5331514041435777879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5331514041435777879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5331514041435777879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting-article-i-found-on-net-from.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-896382650545857363</id><published>2009-06-01T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:23:57.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I should complain about the lack of fonts I can use to blog. I mean there's only what. 3 fonts available and the only good looking one is Arial. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like blogging today. It just seemed like a nice date to post crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So post crap I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ9afRgToxE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's just here cos the movie still looks like it sucks and it's still full of people who go "OMG IT LOOKS SO KEWL I MUST WATCH ITTTT NOOWWWWWW"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For god's sake their supposed to be werewolves. Not labradors.&lt;/span&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;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHp1dhEvzhc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dHp1dhEvzhc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's still awesome no matter how many times you watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lViRlo1_b1o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still funny no matter how many times you watch it.&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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xyV8cqI6mE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xyV8cqI6mE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;cause it's still kickass live.&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;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyQEmTX1kUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyQEmTX1kUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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;What is undoubtedly the best quote I ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And that's all I can think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyQEmTX1kUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uyQEmTX1kUM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK MY BALLS. TWO TIMES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-896382650545857363?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/896382650545857363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=896382650545857363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/896382650545857363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/896382650545857363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-i-should-complain-about-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2139496301346905965</id><published>2009-05-25T23:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:13:45.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikachu. Get the fuck back here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why the hell does Ash allow Pikachu to be a total punk and show attitude. If I was Ash I'd be whipping him until he begged to get into my Pokeball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Shq5LnUNyCI/AAAAAAAAABE/0Y1Ubo0fg8Q/s1600-h/Pikafuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Shq5LnUNyCI/AAAAAAAAABE/0Y1Ubo0fg8Q/s320/Pikafuck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339783917384615970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Copyrights to me thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think it was precisely this reason why they didn't post my story of the abusive Ash in my old school magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by some miraculou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s stroke of... something, I somehow had the urge to check my blog posts today and it turns out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bah bah dum dum dum dum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My blog's a year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Shq7ZJYZD7I/AAAAAAAAABU/6JIo19ibPqk/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 643px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/Shq7ZJYZD7I/AAAAAAAAABU/6JIo19ibPqk/s320/yay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339786348890492850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So for the first time in a hella long time. I'll be replying tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I didn't mistype that&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUSE ROCKS!!!!!!!!! haha i love starlight and alot of others too his guitar-ing is damnedddddddd good!!!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever. Why u never tag my blog anymore huh. I refuse to type anything good here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qihua&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg ur blog is alive LOL&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incidently, I just found out what the above smiley meant after 5 years of saying ''lol'' whenever someone did that.&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;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if u wan food...ask 1st....&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I still have no damn idea who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aleithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manicures!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so, totally bimbotic girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ms KOI CAFE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why u leave so fast just now?! where's my KOI cafe!? haha.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. What ms KOI CAFE. Why so act cute. Ting Le just say Ting Le please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already told you this on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha it's just bluffing those dumb juniors of ours! They believe that those are our real names!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look more like a Lula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AQILAH&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheel! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded minah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi Wenjie. I heard you are smart. And I heard that from you!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah. That guy very smart. Listen to him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can always talk about those girls having bigger muscles than you(:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's talk about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I went to a canoeing event where everyone was wearing sleeveless shirts. I looked around and saw alot of pretty girls, excluding my sister who was demonstrating how NOT to canoe. Anyway, after checking out their faces, I was stuck staring at their biceps which were almost as big as Godzilla's balls. I was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EHEH, Where's the love man. Asshole.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you love when you give me food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MENGHONG&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey wenjie gd luck on exmas yeah =D&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the luck which gave me 4 fails and 0 As&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT wenjie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hi you very manly. Your blog is very nice.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AGREE TOTALLY. YOU VERY CLEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stop entertaining yourself, sister.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still call me sister after you confess to me? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junxi&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     HAHA MENG HONG. Lol Ivan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totally random message to which I will say.&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;TWELVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEITHIA&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;botak botak botak botak! REBIE SAYS YOU LOT LOOK LIKE MONKS LOL&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?! WOW! I'M SO IMPRESSED THAT SHE MANAGE TO COME UP WITH THAT HERSELF. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEITHIA&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh I didn't mean to type that in caps&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the number twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jolly&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HI, HAHAHA. YOUR POSTS ARE DAMN FUNNY. Anyways see you! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI HAHAHA WHY YOU MUST TYPE IN CAPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adelynn&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZOMG u shaved ur hair!!!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You noticed! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jo-joeee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jolly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Link me THANKS. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have people who asked me to link them 5 months ago. Wait your turn.&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;That wasn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Pokemon by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/ShrDEREiczI/AAAAAAAAABc/6i90wjxAqco/s1600-h/ytjghj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/ShrDEREiczI/AAAAAAAAABc/6i90wjxAqco/s320/ytjghj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339794786270475058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though probably for very different reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2139496301346905965?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2139496301346905965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2139496301346905965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2139496301346905965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2139496301346905965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/05/pikachu-get-fuck-back-here.html' title='Pikachu. Get the fuck back here.'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/Shq5LnUNyCI/AAAAAAAAABE/0Y1Ubo0fg8Q/s72-c/Pikafuck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-8934578846629847679</id><published>2009-05-11T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:15:42.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought the day couldn't get worse. Then my mom had pms.&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;But the party was fun. So yeah. Happy mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I didn't mean that. Seeing as my mom was being irritating today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think most people don't really know what goes on inside my head. I'm sure they mostly think it's just filled with pictures a meadow with some pigs grazing on. If pigs graze at all. But that's not ENTIRELY true. I have some real deep thoughts. Like my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, this came through my mind this morning. "What if I die tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resisted the urge to send everyone goodbye messages because, well, the chances of me dying tomorrow are slimmer than a bulimic girl with no intestines.. So I decided to do my work and hope there's a heaven if I did die tomorrow. Though I'd probably have to bargain like hell to get in.&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;Then I thought, "What if there's no heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then everyone'd be screwed.&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;Then I got so exhausted by all that thinking I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-8934578846629847679?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/8934578846629847679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=8934578846629847679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8934578846629847679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8934578846629847679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-thought-day-couldnt-get-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2761948260526048816</id><published>2009-05-02T04:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T04:34:51.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.35am.&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;We're still awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2761948260526048816?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2761948260526048816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2761948260526048816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2761948260526048816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2761948260526048816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/05/4.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-885375177020374206</id><published>2009-05-02T03:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:49:52.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.50am.&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;And only Weilong's asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-885375177020374206?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/885375177020374206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=885375177020374206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/885375177020374206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/885375177020374206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7629820590885949643</id><published>2009-04-26T01:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:51:42.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I can't understand, is why people(Ivan) are so concerned about their- HOLY SHIT MAN U SCORED- blog ratings. I mean if people really wanted to- HOLY SHIT THEY SCORED AGAIN -read your blog they would. No need for- HOLY FUCK THEY SCORED AGAIN -all the funny advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm talking about the 'BoonHow Gossip Advertisement'.  Quite cute.&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;Manchester United leading 4-2 at the moment anyway.&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;Okay. I love the recent weather as much as my uncle who was talking about moving to Alaska to enjoy the sunshine there. And HOLY FUCK THEY SCORED AGAIN uhh.. where was I?&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;Okay nevermind. Man U leading 5-2 now.&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;I'm refraining from typing in caps and putting smileys everywhere.&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;Anyway. The weather sucks.&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;Fucking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does my chair. It has these freaking lousy covering-thingy on the back-supporting-thingy which feels like shit.&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;Well, it actually feels pokey. Not shitty. I wouldn't know how a shit felt like. Unless you meant the OKAY NEVERMIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCO okay he missed.&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;I'm hungry. And hot. Did I mention the weather fucking sucks?&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;I think people misunderstand me. When I say I hate the tagboard, I meant I hated the part where I had to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; reply. &lt;/span&gt;l don't mind the part where you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tag. &lt;/span&gt;I just don't like to be obligated to type a half-assed response that will probably include a part where I say FUCK I HATE TAGS and make you hate me. I might reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF it included more words then 'TAGGED' or 'LINK ME THANKSZXSZX :DDD'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF I felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And IF I liked you. Which would exclude my sister.&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;And I vaguely remember saying something about how I would link people 'next week' a few months ago. It's not that I don't want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, it's that I don't want to.&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;And about blogsongs. Okay, I get that you like the damn song and that you bought entire albums just for them. And that you'd like to share that orgasmic experience you get every time you hear that song.&lt;br /&gt;You want to show that it represents what you're feeling and who you are, even though you already spent an hour writing up the entire profile box which no one actually reads because they never look past the act-cute picture you took with your gay partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get that.&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;But did that song have to be a fucking Jonas Brothers' song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up on my roof with my brothers&lt;br /&gt;There's a whale in the pool with my mother'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, what the hell is he doing with his gay pals on the damn roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, what the hell's his mom doing in the pool with a whale. A whale can't fit in a pool anyway. But evidently the Gay Pals Of Happiness don't know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, that song sucks as much as getting kicked in the balls by 200-pound bodybuilder of which 190-pounds came from his right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's painful. And everyone knows getting kicked in the balls leaves the spot above your jewels feeling woozy.&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;And that song plays whenever I click on your damn link. The GayBrothersOfJonasity sends me to hell in the short time that I take to smash my finger over the mouse to stop the damn song.&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;So now you know why I don't visit your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that the weather fucking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7629820590885949643?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7629820590885949643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7629820590885949643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7629820590885949643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7629820590885949643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-i-cant-understand-is-why.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7287173336242734378</id><published>2009-04-16T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:38:10.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay. So it's been a few days since I've posted, still, I don't really think it's necessary shout 'UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE' everytime you see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is boring. I don't get how you guys do it. It's like a diary. I used to have one when I was what. 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wenjie's Diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't write the date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I could come up with after 5 minutes. Could you guys just keep reading my previous posts until I think up a decent one? Yes you can. Okay thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG UPDATED NOW SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7287173336242734378?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7287173336242734378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7287173336242734378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7287173336242734378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7287173336242734378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2199705986109407259</id><published>2009-04-05T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:51:26.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="note_header"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title_share clearfix"&gt;&lt;div class="note_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First posted in Facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate titles. They make you want to write something so cool which most people just ignore anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;When 3 gay brothers start a band : A True Story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, these 3 gay brothers were messing about on their bed when suddenly, one of the brothers, Nik, made a squealing sound that sounded like a note. The brothers were extremely excited by this and made Nik do more squealing sounds which they would later discover, was considered singing by many people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, astounded by this discovery, the three backside boys camped outside the Disney Studios in California and started smashing on their musical instruments while Nik made more squealing sounds; by now he had learned to make words out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when Johny Tonedeaf, the fictional guy who discovered talents like &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=81260483656&amp;amp;h=a448a52532114fb9a774f5fc28903d5f&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D6ijx-oe0o64" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ijx-oe0o64"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt;   and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/note_redirect.php?note_id=81260483656&amp;amp;h=f4fbf15dfb212a1464b73980253e43d2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DQHuTFRjec1Y%26feature%3Drelated" target="_blank" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHuTFRjec1Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Steven Thoen&lt;/a&gt; of American Idol Fame, passed by and discovered that if he covered his ears and hummed loudly, the gay brothers sounded alright. Boisted by this discovery, he convinced Disney to sign the 3 gay brothers by holding up a Mickey Mouse soft toy and threatening to slap it. As the first sound Nik squeaked out sounded something like 'joas!', it was then decided that the band would be called the 'Jonass(Pronounced Jo-ness) Brothers'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the three gay pals of happiness looked reasonably good-looking, it was decided that they would capitalise on their looks and Nik's squeaky voice to achieve success. By releasing an album a year, it was calculated that they could probably have 10 albums out before they started looking like William Hung's ugly brother. So, every year since 2006, the Brothers Of Squeals have released an album which featured Nik's squeals, Nik's squeals and occasionally Jo's squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Jo, the other brother, has his own squeal, it is not nearly as popular as Nik's trademark squeak, which scientists have proven sounds almost exactly like a pre-pubescent female teenager which a sore throat (and was reportedly used by the Pied Piper to attract the rats in the story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, the Jonass Brothers have achieved worldwide fame by writing 'catchy' songs for other artistes, including fellow Disney colleague Dermi Lowvatow, who was discovered by that Johnny guy while screaming her lungs out in tune at a Jonass concert, and appearing ever few minutes in a Disney commercial. For the future, stay posted for more news about the Jonass' fourth album in as many years and an upcoming 3D concert DVD which promises to deliver 'the squealing straight into your house as though we were performing right there'.&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;The End.&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;Yes, I wrote it. This was going to be the second blog post, but I'm hoping you'd all be satisfied by this story and not notice that most blog posts told you about the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my posts never really did fall into the 'most blog posts' category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the amount of tags I get are in exact correlation to how many I reply. Which makes me never want to reply tags ever again. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been so unconcerned about my blog. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2199705986109407259?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2199705986109407259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2199705986109407259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2199705986109407259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2199705986109407259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-posted-in-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-315703292171835230</id><published>2009-03-15T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:55:09.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blogger. Gah. Well, I posted this on facebook. But I understand some of you(Weixin) can't navigate around your own toilet. Much less facebook. So I'll paste it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I actually had to google "How to make a fucking note in new facebook".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I didn't actually add 'fucking'. You'd be surprised at what google gives you the moment you add a fuck in your search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was.&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;I was actually going to do a quiz. But I realized that the quiz was actually a little long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It was pretty fucking long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll probably do it later. Like 'next week' later.&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;Stop whining. You've waited a month. Another week wouldn't kill you.&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;This is actually starting to resemble a blog post. I'll probably copy paste this into my blog later. Saves me some work.&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;You know. This'd be a really good place to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no tagboard so I can't reply tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't link you. Which means I can ignore all the "HI YOU(notice that they don't even remember my name)!!! LINK ME UP OKAYS?" tags without needing to find an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have to give a shit about the damn blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not that I've ever given a shit about my blogskin. It's been the same blogskin for months. I like the starfishes.&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;I've noticed that I use the number 12 alot. And the word waterbottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which probably means...uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm sure it means something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-315703292171835230?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/315703292171835230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=315703292171835230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/315703292171835230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/315703292171835230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3400694793083072715</id><published>2009-03-09T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:47:46.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And what did I just say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think everyone likes to type random dialogue in between posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Sushi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Him' actually refers to the Japan dude I hosted over the weekend. Ikeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't have pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Why can't people use their normal names? I mean, Yi Jun became Mary, Wei lin became Jane, and Wing yiu, not to be outdone, became Mary-Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just stick with cool names like 'cooldude1994' or 'handsome213'&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;Those were my old emails anyway.&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;Actually. This was all I wanted to post. So yeah. I've been giving in to my wants alot these days. So I should be alot happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not really.&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;Maybe tomorrow will change everything.&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;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3400694793083072715?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3400694793083072715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3400694793083072715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3400694793083072715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3400694793083072715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-what-did-i-just-say.html' title='And what did I just say?'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3244337214478644506</id><published>2009-02-19T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:41:42.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Blogging's getting old. About 65 posts ago I was having fun. Now it's just kinda here for me to air my &lt;s&gt;armpits&lt;/s&gt; stuff. I did learn some html shit from this. But considering that all I learned was &lt;s&gt;this&lt;/s&gt;. That kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never noticed before. Muse is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Anyway. I'm taking another break from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Again. Shut up. Blogging's getting boring. I'd so much rather listen to music and escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Music is my escape. That's catchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regrets-neverever.blogspot.com/"&gt;yanting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;my turn reach already anot? 9 days liao leh. cei meh = chair man = slang for green face&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;CALVIN&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;ello chairman! link me up! btw yanting i thot cei meh means blind in hokkien?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intoxicated-sanity.blogspot.com/"&gt;CALVIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;oops link not working&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are you kidding? All you had to do was type your link in the "Website" part. Meanwhile, I have to swim in a puddle of html shit looking for the part that says link and start typing out random shit that somehow translates into a link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn. I'll link you next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;jiayi&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;i bet u know me right "secret admirer" ! stupid, make me happy for nothing. &gt;(&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hahaha. Tell you the truth. I had no idea who's birthday poster that was for. That indian senior going around asking people to sign. So I just signed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then I also don't know who it's for ma. Then if suddenly got one random 'wenjie' come out very stupid. Yeah. So 'secret admirer' sounds much better. And cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you got alot of secret admirer la. Go continue to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;hey gf &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; you shy?!?!! please...... haha wow a patient guy &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shy? Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And please don't reply to some farback post. I already forgot what I just wrote above. And I'm too lazy to go read through. Copy and paste that part or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regrets-neverever.blogspot.com/"&gt;yanting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it sounds lik chairman mah HAHAHA&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's like you're trying to make me click your link by accident. Please. I'll link you when I have time. Next week or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;zhenhan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;freakin' update!!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks, hi to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;my world is bigger than that. and i was being nice! i wished you happy birthday! so mean.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If we include your relatives then yeah. It's bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy birthday then. I'm being nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;hey girlfriend dont be so sad &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; i'll always be here for you &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; haha&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeaaach. So mushy. Sound like lovers like that. Haha. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello....mdm teh's class IS boring...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And threethree actually won something. I told you it's all about the chairman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3244337214478644506?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3244337214478644506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3244337214478644506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3244337214478644506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3244337214478644506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/02/bloggings-getting-old.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-6877787316287773483</id><published>2009-02-15T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:34:56.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No. That blogging bug hasn't bitten yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means this will be another rubbishy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_My_Heart" title="Queen of My Heart"&gt;Queen Of My Heart (Radio Edit)&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bop_Bop_Baby" title="Bop Bop Baby"&gt;Bop Bop Baby&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I Cry"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uptown_Girl" title="Uptown Girl"&gt;Uptown Girl&lt;/a&gt; (Radio Edit)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Why Do I Love You"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I Wanna Grow Old With You"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_You%27re_Looking_Like_That" title="When You're Looking Like That"&gt;When You're Looking Like That&lt;/a&gt; (Single Remix)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evergreen_%28Westlife_song%29" title="Evergreen (Westlife song)"&gt;Evergreen&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_of_Our_Own_%28song%29" title="World of Our Own (song)"&gt;World of Our Own&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"To Be Loved"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Drive (For All Time)"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If Your Heart's Not In It"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When You Come Around"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't Say It's Too Late"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Don't Let Me Go"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Walk Away"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Love Crime"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Imaginary Diva"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Angel_%28Sarah_McLachlan_song%29" title="Angel (Sarah McLachlan song)"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know why I'm listening to them either.&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;I really feel like doing a quiz now.&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;Too bad I scared everyone off tagging me. Either that or I ignored too many tags already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means once again. I'm left with nothing to do.&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;Which sucks. Cos I'm only left with blogging.&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;And I don't want to blog.&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;I can't do noisy stuff as well 'cos everyone else is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go out 'cos everyone else's asleep.&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;Which yeah. Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickdope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's full of rubbish and screwed up stuff which took me 3 years to find out. Which I promptly forget and start humming to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-6877787316287773483?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/6877787316287773483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=6877787316287773483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6877787316287773483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/6877787316287773483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/02/no.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-512994572804371314</id><published>2009-02-06T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:16:57.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So you walk around like you don't know me&lt;br /&gt; You got a new friend, well I got homies&lt;br /&gt; But in the end it's still so lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to post some emo crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that my blog has been a place of happiness and joy since its birth a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And someone sort of managed to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a very tasty supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I scrapped that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, actually I saved it. So if I get emo and all, you might get to read it.&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;Anyway. Turning up the music is a very good way to drown out the extremely annoying feelings. So I strongly encourage blasting music as an alternative to emo-ing in a dark corner of your room covered in leaves with tissue paper shoved up your nose hugging that soft toy you found under that dumpster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you can try talking to someone. It did help. Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm not really in a condition to post now. I'm all sleepy and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go away and stop bothering me to post. I'll post when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I get 20 tags or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if someone pays me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or when I feel like it. Which is pretty much once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-512994572804371314?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/512994572804371314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=512994572804371314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/512994572804371314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/512994572804371314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-you-walk-around-like-you-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-1006545830768332075</id><published>2009-01-28T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:01:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Reaching home at 4.30pm on a school day is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as fun as winning 25 bucks during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as fun as bullshitting my way through english oracy with a report I came up with about 10 hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as fun as meeting girls during CNY and acting bimbo with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as fun as eating good food everyday.&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;And that more or less sums up the past week.&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;So yeah, I guess Teh is a good teacher. I wouldn't actually know 'cos I'm mostly asleep during her class. But that's mostly because physics is a friggin' boring subject, not because Teh's teaching sucked. Like I said, she's probably a good teacher.&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;I really don't know what to do with all this free time, seeing as I've ruled out doing homework. I'll probably go work off that 1kg I put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By typing furiously for hours, no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Holy shit. I've got tags 20 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course the snail would be top, I would've crushed it if it was below me, duh.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The thing is, I can't tell if you're really that stupid or you're just acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wadevr. at least the rest of the world agrees that TWILIGHT ROCKS. you are weird kid who's the odd one out. and my THAT is not huge.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, your 'rest of the world' is probably limited to you, your teddy bear and your bolster. Because everyone knows that the movie sucked balls. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't reply to that second part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingl3&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha. come on, i DONT start scandal. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; hehe. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; geee. who's that girl! omg, hurry admit! i wannat know.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Run baby run. Don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if, you give them the chance. Don't sell your heart, don't say we're not meant to be. Run baby run. Forever wi&lt;/span&gt;ll be. You and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Thats not what you asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey hey girlfriend &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; :O!!!!!!!!! YOU HAVE A SECRET ADMIRER?!?!?! HAHA way to go &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; i agree twilight movie sucked.... however you spell it.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pretty cool eh? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to nat: What did you say about the rest of the world liking that dumbshit Twilight movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dont know why people want to wear skinny jeans it's so not nice........ CAMP ROCKS&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually it doesn't really suck but the book is much nicer&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agreed. Moving on&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yewrong&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yay, another twilight hater. LOL u left out GIRLFRIEND as one of ur nicknames.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeahh... That was about a month ago though. I'm lazy to go back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha me? :O how you know i have nicknames:O?!?! you stalker! haha jk jk SPAM SPAM SPAM &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was talking to me you dumbass.&lt;/span&gt; Go spam someone else's tagboard. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sheryl&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tagged!please dun tell me u dunno who i am.anyway,from 2/3 08.twilight rocks can/&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firstly, it just so happens that 2/3 08 had 3 sheryl/cheryl's and the only one I can recall right now is that milo one. And you're obviously not that one. So, sorry, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, twilight sucks can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCUSE ME PLEASE, I WOULD HAVE TOPPED THE CLASS OKAY. Annnd, NEVER TELL ME YOU HAVE SECRET ADMIRERRR! AHHAHAHA, I wondr what binkee's reaction will be&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look for your phone. Everyday tag tag tag.&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay, I've got like a shitload more of replies to do. I'm just gonna &lt;/span&gt;bullshit through the rest. This is taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahaha secret admirer....nice&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilong.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude i hope you dont know many weilongs ok.. nice blog! simple and uninteresting blogskin but you did a great job as i time i spent&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;Agreed. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilong.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reading was pretty worthwhile and entertaining despite the boring blogskin. ahha. keep up the good work. LOLL.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Read above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Admirer&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's stated in the next letter. Love you !&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALEITHIA&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you do sound like a girl, miss/&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't. Oh M G. You're such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, you actually have a secret admirer. haha, I'm amazed.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regrets-neverever/"&gt;yanting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo cei meh xD link me up&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hecks a 'cei meh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please wait your turn. Remind me in a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zhengrong&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey wenjie, happy birthday&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's uhh, 28th of Jan now. My birthday was 8 days ago. YOU'RE LATE BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Opps. 1 min late.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, 8 days late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stitch (jiaxuan)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol im dam sian&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yewrong&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol i can't believe i didnt even noe dat ytd was your bday =.=" SORRY!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTED. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it was your birthday? oh. well, happy birthday, old geezer.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. The only reason that I'm ever going to remember your birthday now is because its the same as Jia Hui's. If you're lucky I might remember to send u a birthday sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy belated birthday, sister jack. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted. Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey girlfriend happy belated birthday &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; hope you like the present &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/tongue.gif" alt=":P" title=":P" /&gt; hehe&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually have 2 girlfriends. So, next time. Either Rebie or Yewrong please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I liked all my presents, so chances are I liked yours too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zhanrong&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy cny&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noted. Moving on.&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;And I'm done. In unrelated news, my music collection has swelled to 1230 songs or approximately 5-6 gigs of &lt;s&gt;illegal&lt;/s&gt; legal, law-abiding music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can wait forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-1006545830768332075?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/1006545830768332075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=1006545830768332075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1006545830768332075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1006545830768332075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/01/reaching-home-at-4.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-852145743964366201</id><published>2009-01-23T18:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:30:47.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't want to think about that. I know I don't want to think about that. Why the fuck am I still thinking about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think my birthday was pretty early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I found out about the other 30 birthdays before mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CNY concert sucked. My desperate attempt to get high was kinda foiled by the goddamn stupid lion dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the school was on budget or something and could only get some ah bengs from ITE or something to perform. I mean, it honestly couldn't get any suckier than that. They took, what, 5 minutes to peel the friggin' orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, it's a friggin' orange. How the hell does it take 5 minutes to do the following.&lt;br /&gt;1. Push your thumb in.&lt;br /&gt;2. Peel.&lt;br /&gt;3. Throw the damn peel out and eat the friggin' orange.&lt;br /&gt;4. Get off the damn stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the aircon was off too. I was sitting next to 4 other sweaty idiots for an hour. It doesn't get any worse than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could have been sitting next to four horny gays. That would have sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Being Alone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 86%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;While you may act like you don't care on the outside, on the inside your biggest fear is being alone. You can be quite shy and reserved. You feel like a lot of times people don't really see the real you. You're afraid that no one will really truly love you, and that you will be alone for the rest of your life. On the inside you are great person, so just remember that and don't let your shy nature get the best of you! If you don't want to be a lone then you need to make an effort to be with someone. Show the people that you care about that you really love them, and chances are someone will always be there, even if you think they won't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Losing Someone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 62%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 42%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Looked down on&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 32%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Where Your life is Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 7%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Commitment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 4%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Death&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_is_your_true_fear"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is your True Fear?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting. I'm definitely afraid of losing someone. And being looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being alone?&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;Yeah. I guess I am kinda afraid. And ignore the shy part. Totally not me. And I always show when I love someone.&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;Okay not really.&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;And I realised that I'm totally unafraid of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I get a chance to say goodbye.&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;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Sense of Humor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 64%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;Your best quality is your sense of humor! People like you because you can find humor in any situation. You love to make people laugh. This makes you a fun person to be around. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Out-Going&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 58%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Loving&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 56%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Personality&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 52%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Intelligence&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 34%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Ambitious&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_s_your_best_quality"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's Your Best Quality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't have to say much. That's pretty much true. I guess.&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;Quite alot has happened the past few weeks. Definitely too much to tell you guys. I can't remember much of it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't feel like blogging. Some sort of emo moment again. On CNY too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably doesn't help that I'm listening to emo songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prolly reply tags like... uh... later. Can't believe the shitload of tags I got.&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;Shitload's a nice word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-852145743964366201?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/852145743964366201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=852145743964366201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/852145743964366201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/852145743964366201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dont-want-to-think-about-that.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4503049307845640945</id><published>2009-01-04T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:10:44.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, just realised my blog entries don't have a titles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I've been writing that title for like, 40 posts so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stupid blogskin. I think it's time to change mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nah. Too much work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, welcome to 2009. Spent the first 4 hours of it roaming the streets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just waiting for someone to upload pictures of like 9 teens walking down the street under the heading:&lt;br /&gt; "Crazy teens scream Happy New Year to residents and passing cars."&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And it turns out prata house is packed at 3am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate wearing jeans. And I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Skinny jeans especially.&lt;br /&gt;My balls can't breathe. And they really need to breath.&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;God...I have to wake at 8am tomorrow to skate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was uneventful anyway. Well, school was uneventful, after school wasn't. I had my own mini sports day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;Badminton&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Badminton again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing what u can fit in 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please stop telling me I sound like a girl on the phone. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually quite fun watching Newcastle players act injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so stupid. They clutch their faces or legs. And look at the referee. If he's looking then they'll drop to their knees or something and start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this spot on my back that's freaking itchy but I can't reach it. So I'm like rubbing myself up and down against my chair.&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, not that rubbing, you sicko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it now officially takes me 72 hours to finish listening to my entire playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which translates to about 1200 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels good to boast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please refrain from lending me your iPods. I'll probably laugh at your puny playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm class chairman. That's like class moniter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I can claim my present from my p6 Chinese teacher now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised people like to call me by all sorts names other than Wen Jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack. Evil. Monster. Wanjee(My guitar teacher called me this). Boyboy. Manly good looking guy.&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;Okay I made the last one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forehead's itchy.&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;Heeeey. That Newcastle guy just fell and he didn't cry and scream. Good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH WHY DAMN ME! If you hadn't MADE ME sing along to your silly songs in class I WOULD HAVE TOPPED THE CLASS! It's so like you to ruin everything! :'-(&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you talking about? I never asked you to sing along. I sing to myself and you join in. Did I ever go "SING BITCH! NOW!" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you couldn't top the class if your class consisted of a snail and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snail would be top in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yingjie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wenjieeeeee. i want to see the photos for the 6e gathering! damn. i couldn't go ):&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, only Timothy cam-whored. Haha, kidding. But yeah, he was the one with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Admirer&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Wenjie, have you recieve the letter i sent you?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, yeah, speaking of which, who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg! wenjie! woah&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea who she is. Don't start scandal please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why are you in denial? TWILIGHT rocks but you just refuse to accept it.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you in denial? TWILIGHT sucks but you just refuse to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and woah. what's with THAT?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, whats with your huge 'THAT?!'&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;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And does anyone else find this sentence incredibly weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;From 'You Raise Me Up':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I mean, what the heck is he doing on that guy's shoulders?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4503049307845640945?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4503049307845640945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4503049307845640945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4503049307845640945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4503049307845640945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-just-realised-my-blog-entries-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4270575759624484853</id><published>2008-12-31T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T14:39:42.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing testing 1 2 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had this sudden urge to blog yesterday.&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;Weird. I don't even have anything much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is 31st December. The last day of 2008. The last day of me sitting in front of my computer chewing gum and staring into space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I supposed I could stare into space during class. Yeah, so strike off that part.&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;School... I'm not dreading it really. I like school. I just hate maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the overpriced food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I hate some things in the school. But I like it overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the term 'like' very loosely by the way.&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;Lalala. There's really nothing special about the new year. It's just another day. Tomorrow will be just like every other day you had before. It's not like we're getting another moon tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now I sound like a spoilsport. But honestly, the one I'm looking forward to is CNY. 'cos my mom hid all the new clothes we bought and we only get to wear it during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers.&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;Anyway, I have nothing on today 'till night. And that's after my damn tuition.&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;Speaking of which. I only did my maths holiday homework. Which is the only one I know exist.&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;And I realised that I STILL sound like a girl on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on, I've had salespeople call me miss. Friends who called and thought I was my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Maybe I should mess with them sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Uhh hello, is WenJie there?&lt;br /&gt;Me(girly voice): OMG IM SO HOT NOW I WANT SEX!&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;But that would be awkward if the caller was my mom or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I'm so bored. Maybe I should go to Orchard Road and scream "Twilight Sucks". All the girls would probably kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record. I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate &lt;/span&gt;Twilight, I hate the movie. The book is good. The movie was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-R-A-P&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;And I think I look like a music dispensing machine. Everyone keeps asking me to send them some ulu song. Which I have somehow.&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;Facebook lags.&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;It's 3 and I haven't eaten yet. Starving.&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 idea why I'm talking in broken sentences too.&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;Damn you Wei Xin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't lose it in Japan, fatty. I lost it a long time ago, like from the day you annoyed the **** out of me in class. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":-)" title=":-)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, FATTY?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I never annoyed you in class. YOU kept talking to me and distracting me in class when I was trying to pay attention. YOU annoyed the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And third, I always knew you lost your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWILIGHT ROCKED AND YOU KNOW IT!! and i didn't scream. did i?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you definitely squealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheryl (shixuan) :D&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how are you? fellow SAND-SEI! MUAHAHAHA.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?! What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fellow &lt;/span&gt;sand-sei. I'm the only one.&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;Oh and happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4270575759624484853?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4270575759624484853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4270575759624484853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4270575759624484853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4270575759624484853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/12/testing-testing-1-2-3.html' title='Testing testing 1 2 3'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-1879548645024082259</id><published>2008-12-26T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:46:58.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well. Merry Christmas. Yours was probably boring as well. So lets skip right over that.&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;Yeah, well, Malaysia was okay. They didn't allow any Singaporeans to buy gifts back for friends though, so I couldn't get anyone anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get myself lots of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Watched Twilight already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good part was when Robert(The Edward guy) came out and all the girls started squealing and screaming. I think one of them took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? I mean, it's just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guy. &lt;/span&gt;Sure, he's good looking and all that. But screaming '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you Edward' &lt;/span&gt;in the middle of a movie is just dumb.&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;The Day The Earth Stood Still sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in just-plain-sucky-suck suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Transporter 3.&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;Yes Man was great though. And Ip Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, all the Man movies. I think I'm re-watching Ip Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just watched Red Cliff. It was good. Think I'm going to watch Red Cliff 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Little Nyonya is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for movie reviews.&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;And surprisingly, everyone's rushing to do their maths homework. I'm like the only one who did it last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All by myself. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and my tuition teacher.&lt;/span&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;Anyway, just read about Singapore's Ferris Wheel Adventure package. Looks really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they extend the 30-minute trip on the dumb wheel to 6 friggin hours so that you can enjoy the same damn view for a longer period. Then, to bring back the 'Kampung' feel, they make you shit and pee into plastic bags if you have to go. To round it off, an exciting trip down by rope. No, no one cares if you're scared of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another quality Singapore experience.&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;Bullshit. What a dumbfuck thing this is. No back-up plans. No SOP in place. No nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumbshits.&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;Anyway, why hasn't anyone donated? Proceeds really go to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really&lt;/span&gt; really.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://waxscribble.blogspot.com/"&gt;xinyuan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hullo(:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh... Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subway has brownies.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmm I wonder how I unscrew my mind, especially after losing it! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":-)" title=":-)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":-)" title=":-)" /&gt; &lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... you lost your mind in Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaait... Did you ever have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATT&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;im bored and tired. and cheese is nice &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese sucks. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zhenhan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop playing games n plan the day at K~&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceh. Outdated message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since when did I play games. All I do is study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL, more like wenjie's PSP foundation. Haha, MERRY CHRISTMAS. :O&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? PSP? What lies. All proceeds go to the needy. The PSP shop uncle is very needy what. I'm just helping him out&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Christmas was yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-1879548645024082259?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/1879548645024082259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=1879548645024082259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1879548645024082259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1879548645024082259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/12/well.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-1335959147804160629</id><published>2008-11-30T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:12:05.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shag shaggity shag shag shag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just freaking tired. And for the first time in my life, I have panda eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason why u should never sleep at 3am and wake at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyway. My show's over. Okay, technically we still have to perform next week or something, but that's only for the li'l kiddies. So, it's actually over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I don't really feel that sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Probably 'cos I'm too freaking tired right now to actually feel anything. I can't even feel properly excited about the chalet tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, yours truly will be taking another break due to his many commitments. (Namely having fun and stuff) But anyway, I won't be blogging for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I know this is a very difficult time for you. Some of you may not be able to take this sense of loss and may become depressed. Others may turn emo and start slashing themselves and shit. But whichever the case, I wish to tell my readers that I will be back. And that such activities are unhealthy. Perhaps you could do something else in my absense instead of being depressed or emo. It's okay to cry a little I suppose, but don't overdo it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps donating to charity may be a good distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/STKbzBUsVQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fVXrjk5-dck/s1600-h/Donation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 673px; height: 418px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/STKbzBUsVQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fVXrjk5-dck/s320/Donation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274449414435132674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Please open your hearts and let your money tell the story of your sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donations collected anytime anywhere by Director Cheah himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I just realised that EVERYONE LOVES TO SING!!&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;Hmm. So... yeah... I had like, lots of stuff to post. But I forgot everything on my way out of the shower.&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;Sigh. I think I'm really really really sleepy now. And it's like, 10:04pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIRLFRIEND I'M BACK &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;!! if you didn't know i went japan &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;..... shame on you..... and you're such a guy...... haha&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, to tell you the truth. I was trying to make myself not seem gay. Not that I AM gay. I'm totally straight. Some people just don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why "Mmm, cookies?" What happened to "Mmm, CHOCOLATE CAKE"? WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Japan didn't do anything to unscrew your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's just that I've been eating subway for like, this whole month. So yeah, choco cakes aren't sold there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And welcome back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATT&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is that another pickup line? geez. if pickup lines are cheesy, succeeding with them is cheesier.. o0&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Mmm... Cheese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stitch&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shtiupeed&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhhh whaaa...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I told you I bake the best cookies. Buy from me lah, loser manxz.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you replying to like, some far back post? I don't do such replies man. It's like, so over.&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;Anyway. If any readers really have trouble coping with me not posting every other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-1335959147804160629?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/1335959147804160629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=1335959147804160629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1335959147804160629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1335959147804160629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/11/shag-shaggity-shag-shag-shag.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/STKbzBUsVQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fVXrjk5-dck/s72-c/Donation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-497228452521554450</id><published>2008-11-22T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T20:00:45.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again, I'm stuck staring at this stupid plain page thinking , "Okay, lets write this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then "Mmmm, cookies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was looking through other people's blogs and its like, I'm the only one who isn't blogging every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, I'M the only guy who's totally bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay, maybe it's cos all they do is talk about what they ate for lunch or something. But still, at least they REMEMBER it. This is how everyday goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Something interesting and/or funny happens*&lt;br /&gt;Me(thinking): "Hmm, interesting, I should blog about it. Should I make a note? I might forget it. Hm, nah, I'll remember it."&lt;br /&gt;*2 minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;Me(thinking): "Uhhh. Why am I here? Oh look! Mmm cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating the forgetfulness a little, but the point is, I can't freakin' remember what I want to blog about.&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;Mmmm, cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay. I know you guys read this in like 5 minutes or so, but this is actually taking me like, 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: lalalala. type type type. Oh look. Youtube!&lt;br /&gt;*2 hours later*&lt;br /&gt;Me: lalala. lets do another paragraph. Oh look. GTA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. So now you know why my posts don't really connect that well.&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;I like cookies. But Subway's aren't really the bests ones out there. I have no idea where else to buy cookies though.&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;Lets make lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things I like&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. Games.&lt;br /&gt;3. Uhm, cookies?&lt;br /&gt;4. Girls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Cake.&lt;br /&gt;6. Funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;7. More funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hot girls.&lt;br /&gt;9. Friggin' hot girls.&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys to stop pretending to go "Eww" when they read No. 9&lt;br /&gt;11. Hot guys.&lt;br /&gt;12. Girls to know that 11 isn't really true and it's there just to fill up space.&lt;br /&gt;13. Reading.&lt;br /&gt;14. This list to end.&lt;br /&gt;15. Did I mention girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and  16. Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, I might have mentioned this before. But I've got like, over a thousand views on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, no celebration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. In case you're wondering, no, I won't be updating my blog 'every other day' now. Maybe once in a while. Just to let you know that I'm still alive and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm really busy now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really that busy. But still, busy enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadvertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem ahem. There will be a show on the... uh... hold on...28th of Nov at... uhh.. 8? Yeah. 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting in it and that's all the reason you need to go watch it :D&lt;br /&gt;It's free sitting and its free. It's in Chinese so, other races need not apply. Unless you speak chinese of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, anyone wants tickets, book through me if you have my number. If not, well... Go get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kanelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOOO! obamaaa. haha, WOW. If you eat 10 times more than me yesterday, Lionel would have eaten 50 times more than me. :O&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think i ate around the same as Lionel. The only thing is i couldn't walk after that. Lionel's stomach only half-filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hi Kanelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;****, I typed my name wrongly. haha.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janelle? That was you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lol. kanelle? blahblahblahblahblah. bored. -.-&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored? I see 3 choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Get a life.&lt;br /&gt;2. Join Volleyball. You won't have time to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy me a PSP. You won't have the money to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello wenjie!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is really awkward because I have no idea which Sheryl you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you give me your number to double check?&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;That was a pickup line. Oh, and while we're here, let's talk about pickup lines! I think they're really cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, who the hell thought up that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATT&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha. i know lotsa wenjies too. only thing is that they're girls.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? You're lying. Give me their numbers and I'll check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-497228452521554450?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/497228452521554450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=497228452521554450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/497228452521554450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/497228452521554450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-again-im-stuck-staring-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4063132928073676852</id><published>2008-11-09T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:19:32.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, I'm really lacking topics to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...this week didn't pass slowly. Which means it passed quickly. Or normal at least. Maybe a little faster. But - ah, nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Obama won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been reading around and I think I've got quite a weird way of posting. Almost everyone else posts about their lives and blah blah bloo. But all I talk about is crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which kinda makes this blog crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... But where would the fun be if all I did was write about my life? I'm sure you guys have better things to do than to read about me talking about how I tripped on the way out of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay wait, nevermind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...It was very sunny today. And yesterday too. So...yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I give up. How the hell do those people blog every single friggin' DAY?! They must have a HELL lot of crap to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or they just talk about their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. How boring.&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;And it seems like everyone got into C1 for their subject combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why. Okay not really, but for a lack of something to say, just pretend that I do care why everyone chose C1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah whatever, lets stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAGS&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got into C1 too &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;!!! and i broke my nail playing volleyball too :O &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;!!!! haha well actually my toe nail and it's bleeding :S....&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got into C1 too?! Wow, so did half the level!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And awwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You should have said it the bimbotic way ' So, I broke my nail and I went to the doctor. He gave me a band aid thingy. I mean what's a band aid?' ;p&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But bimbo's like soo yesterdaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaha I got into C1 too. Your trainings are sick man!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, EVERYONE got into C1?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATT&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;think. no wait, i forgot you don't have a brain(:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huiling&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tagged((:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you pair up one pair of eyes with two mouths?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how are you supposed to reply to these type of messages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wlau eh, you're rally quite dumb or smth. You dnoe whose NATT ? -.- WTHECK&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know alot of "Natts" ma. How I know which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And which Wenqi are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anw, gd night &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; hahah&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 7.19 now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4063132928073676852?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4063132928073676852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4063132928073676852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4063132928073676852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4063132928073676852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm-im-really-lacking-topics-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3962147636008641166</id><published>2008-11-06T00:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:15:16.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm, seems like awhile since I've posted. Well, It's actually been just a week or so, but it feels so goddamn much longer. No thanks to volleyball. Somehow having training everyday just makes everyday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crawl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least my holiday's lasting longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =  Holidays, yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I hate the Jonas Brothers. 98.7 is playing their song now, some love bug crap and I really feel like asking him to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the song changed. Thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala. I had alot to post about. Okay, actually I was gonna rant. But I've actually cooled down already so... maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, in case you guys were wondering. No, I'm not going to start posting everyday just 'cos its the holidays now. I'm a busy guy and I have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really. But I blame volleyball for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la. I have nothing to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got into C1 for subject combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm. And it was raining today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I broke my nail playing volleyball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that sounded gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingle-shixuan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey! you serious??? one day we will change ROCK BAND! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; wheee.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you spelt challenge as change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingle-shixuan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;challenge* HAHA&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I told you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adelynn&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rawr.. haha didnt noe u had such boring life..&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE ISN'T BORING. It's just...uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha, i know a couple of st hilda guys from the volleyball team from tuition XD&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POISON THEIR DRINKS... I uhh... mean... say hi for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What?! Trainings everyday. Crazyyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. It's very fun because now I have no life ^^&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;That was sarcasm, in case you're still thinking about it when you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rawrrrrrrr. holidays are so so so so so so boring.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I miss maths lessons.&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;That was sarcasm too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angeline&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it isnt realistic for a chalet. cos its pretty ex so, we gonna ask people if we can bbq at their homes o.o&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Uhh... My house is very small. Its a... HDB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's a HDB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha 2? grats two time then &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; haha happy holidays &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; you have training everyday :O?!?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Happy holidays my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SISTER JACK! You guys didnt suck, St. Hildas was too pro. Like duh, national top. ALPS commented that you did your job the best what.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was ball picker. Idiot Jun Xi, break his arm now I have to do his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by the way, there's something wrong with the time for your cbox.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay noted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NATT&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha. my friend's gonna play ur juniors and win ;D&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Yeahh. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3962147636008641166?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3962147636008641166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3962147636008641166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3962147636008641166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3962147636008641166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm-seems-like-awhile-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4659931413301262972</id><published>2008-10-26T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:54:13.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow. We sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Hilda totally owned us. What was it, 25-4, 25-7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have officially chose my subject combination after a huge discussion with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, actually I just chose it and told my mom. Who said okay, and told my dad.&lt;br /&gt;It's my future anyway. And mature guys like me get to make choices for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I AM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mature&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is extremely pathetic now. Here's my life for the rest of the holidays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning - Wake up. Eat. Play.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Night - Eat, play, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morning - Wake up. Eat. Play.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Night - Eat, TUITION YAY, sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morning - Wake up. Eat. Play.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Night - Eat, play, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morning - Wake up. Eat. Play.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Night - Eat, play, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Morning - Wake up. Eat. Play.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon - Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;Night - Eat, play, sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's my life. Mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Yeaaaaah. Haaappy Holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too, Mr Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay. I've got alot of trips coming up. I can predict alot of my family members in distant countries getting sick, and I have to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and no, I'm not getting teary about moving on to the next level. It's just gonna be another class. What's with all the 'OMGZ I'LL MISS YOU', I mean, you'll still see each other won't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOYOYO! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; hhaah.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try to say yesh outloud. den minus the 'h' (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't you just say yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo! Nice post. WHAT? Only one who got A1? Gosh..&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm shocked that there's no one else who got A1 for Geography, and not the fact that you got A1. Lol.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it seems like I'm the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ruixian&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ok, i'm tagging. But do rmb to bring or BUY my present.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:O you got an A1 :O?!?! HAHA grats girlfriend &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;!!! so proud of you &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got TWO A1s, TWO TWO TWO. Not one. And WHY IS EVERY ONE SO SHOCKED?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jerome&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All these talk about A1s...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shut up, no one's interested in your 7 As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheryl&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey. how are your nooooob guitar skills going?! I'm a pro guitar(hero) player!!! hahaha.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noob guitar skills? I'm the best in my class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you take everyone else out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4659931413301262972?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4659931413301262972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4659931413301262972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4659931413301262972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4659931413301262972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2932346180574819324</id><published>2008-10-19T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:51:30.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have lost interest in blogging. I mean, I have like 5 different games to play now on my comp. Who has time to blog?&lt;br /&gt;Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway. Shockingly, it seems like I'm the only guy in volleyball to get an A1 for geog. And even more shockingly, people are actually surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, DUHH, I've been getting A1 for geography since sec 1. What's there to be surprised about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Actually, it's history that I've been getting A1 for all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. It's like, 9.38am in the morning now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I realise that there are many people who go into my blog and don't tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, show me some love. I need the tags to survive and feed my family.&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;Actually I don't, but still, do tag. Tell me how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like mornings. And afternoons. And nighttime. Midnight, not really. But dusk is nice. Dawn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've run out of things to say. What I would really like to say probably can't be published in the real world. So... too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking another break from blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha... yesh ur blog IS veh pathetic (you can rant abt that)&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats a yesh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er i was trying to find out how to do that smiley again &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; haha&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay. Smileys. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eew superpoke...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. STOP SUPERPOKING ME YOU #$%#$%!@ BASTARDS. @#$@ @!#$@ %^&amp;amp;%^ $$%%^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2932346180574819324?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2932346180574819324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2932346180574819324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2932346180574819324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2932346180574819324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-lost-interest-in-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3177796505379511140</id><published>2008-10-10T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:33:43.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Superpoke is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, ladies and gentlemen. After a long break, Superpoke has returned to spam the inbox of yours truly. So put your hands together, and give a nice long finger to the idiots who somehow think that I am dying to have an old lady thrown at me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My house is going through some paint job now. Meaning that my house stinks of paint and I have two uncles who come to my house at 8am every morning to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paint stinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The uncles are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've just been invited to a CLASS 6E GATHERING. Clap clap clap (3 claps Janelle)&lt;br /&gt;Actually, 'being asked' is more accurate. I was asked if I would go if there was one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me, I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whoever understands the ending of Rule#1 please please please, enlighten me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. I wouldn't be blogging now if I didn't think that my blog looked so pitifully outdated. Maybe I should go into another break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, lets rant! Everyone loves a nice little rant.&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;Hmmm, I need a topic.&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;Okay. I've got nothing to rant about. Give me any ideas if you have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha. So u prefer what? "hou men" or "blow gong"?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both please ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIEXX! lubbs yeash toozx &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; twitty! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ur-voic3-my-thund3r.blogspot.com/"&gt;zhengrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wen jie, link me!!!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one who doesn't say please. Whats the magic word...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha i was bored &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;??? so how did i do that smiley again??? &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; ?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr honourable mention! Your idol, mr loves-to-twirl is spotted this morning. A pity you werent there to get his autograph.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr loves-to-twirl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gay name. And you guys still owe me one sparkling juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3177796505379511140?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3177796505379511140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3177796505379511140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3177796505379511140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3177796505379511140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/10/superpoke-is-back-yes-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3417118261330421051</id><published>2008-10-01T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T02:53:38.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aghh, midnight stuffing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear cousin just brought me and my siblings out for a snack. Which kinda snowballed into an Icekimo meal followed by a full bowl of noodles at some restaurent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left at 9. Came back at 12.30 a kilo heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, it's study time. No more slacky slack slacking around. Jerome has calculated it all out for me. If I got a 100% for SA2, I will get a B3 overall. If I get 67% for SA2, I'll pass Maths overall (50%)&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;That really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo...... Yeah, I got to studeh studeh studeh.&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;Sigh.&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;Anyway, went to Daryn's house today. Apparently Ryan has got a hidden desire to play the guitar. He actually tried to master playing 'Fall For You' in one afternoon.&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;Let's just say he didn't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe he learned a chord or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&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;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world's turning guuuuuh-aaayyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um, no my brother would&lt;u&gt;'NT&lt;/u&gt; say that. yes you are funny &amp;amp; retarded. no, i cannot squeeze it into 1 tag, its obviously too long &amp;amp; ur sarcasm is appreciated&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you can't seem to be able to tag without having to quickly follow up with another tag to rectify a mistake, I've taken the liberty to correct that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your brother said that a kazillion times in Perth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey I heard you cheat in GTS. Anddd, remember the FUSE?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh. My memory stretches back to what I had for dinner, so I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartdrummer-monster.blogspot.com/"&gt;nat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry to spam ur tagbox but relink yeah?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think an apology is gonna make me crawl through the html junk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tts-memories.blogspot.com/"&gt;tt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOR RELINK ME!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the magic words are...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey how did i do that smiley the previous time ??? :O or.... can't think of others :S haha but wont you get burned by the sun? haha HI GIRLFRIEND &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, people usually put the HI part in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whaaaaaaaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asshole. wtf manzx sucker.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3417118261330421051?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3417118261330421051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3417118261330421051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3417118261330421051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3417118261330421051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/10/aghh-midnight-stuffing.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3537031002669924051</id><published>2008-09-29T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:05:10.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes, I know, "OMG it's exam time wtf are you online?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone needs a break. I just happen to take longer ones. But I already revised geog, and seeing how I'm the only one who's already done, I think I missed out something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a genius, so... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a genius, I'm a genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway. As part of the weekly 'Give WenJie Hell on Monday" plan, I was given a gay fucker who somehow decided that I was gay too and looking for a blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, ladies and gentlemen, on this Episode of "Give WenJie Hell of Monday", we got a fugly gay bitch to sit behind our hero and talk to him about the F1 race. Then we proceeded to offer him a "Jackpot Prize" of a fuckuptheass. He refused(duh), and the gay motherfucker decided to call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another &lt;/span&gt;gay motherfucker and talk to him about- it's everyone's favourite topic - GAY SEX. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our gay pal starts talking about how he wants a 'blowjob' and how he'll 'backdoor' the other guy. Hmm, speaking of which, it's 10.40 now. He told the other guy 10pm. You think they'll be done yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吹工 and 后门.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's chinese for blowjob and backdoor. I was actually thinking about the fact that there aren't that many chinese gays. And I found the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, a chinese guy on the phone going "今晚要来我家后门和吹工&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags'll be replied next week or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3537031002669924051?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3537031002669924051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3537031002669924051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3537031002669924051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3537031002669924051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-i-know-omg-its-exam-time-wtf-are.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-8805889038996532759</id><published>2008-09-21T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T01:12:47.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anger makes people do stupid things. For example, it can convince a 13 year old girl to fight with her 14 year old brother who happens to be about 15 cm taller than her and twice as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, real stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay, I reaaaally think the hype about the Twilight movie is well, overhyped. I mean, you've obviously read the book, so you're really just gonna watch a movie about a book you've already read. And that movie is kinda inaccurate anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thinking the main reason girls wanna watch it is to really just watch hot guys jump about as vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or werewolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, according to mother and daddy dearest, my chest pain from yesterday was caused by me playing too much computer games. Don't ask me how, but somehow the position of which I sit (The exact same position when I'm doing homework) when I use the computer was the cause of the muscle problem thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pointed out the fact that I spent more time doing homework this week than using the computer and that the sitting position is the exact same one as when I'm using the comp. The subject somehow changed to "It's getting late, switch it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" /        Such lovable, knowing, thoughtful parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they come back from October Fest, I can predict their first sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"还在玩?!"          or        "现在这么迟了还不去睡?"&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;Oh, nevermind, they're back. And my dad's drunk.&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;check out the spoof trailer in the making. It's funny too. There's much more lamer spoofs out there, haha.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I watched them all already. Funny crap ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IF IT WASN'T FOR ME, you wouldn't have escaped Math okay! Haha, wuss, you didn't even dare to tell her!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that it was an over-reaction. Which it was. So actually, you caused me to miss one day of learning and education. You probably just ruined my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHA...the spoof is damn funny and retarded...&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like your brother would say, "Thank you Captain Obvious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just like you. without the funny part. okay maybe a bit funny part not the retarded part. NO! wait i mean both... except the funny part.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, wait. So I'm funny and retarded but I'm also not funny and not retarded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and taylor lautner is THE SUPAH DUPER UBER HOT WEREWOLF GUY who plays jake black xDDDD&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, I'll go join his fan club now and go all OMG TAYLOR LAUTNERS SO FREAKING HOT OMGXXXXXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't you just squeeze it all into one tag?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-8805889038996532759?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/8805889038996532759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=8805889038996532759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8805889038996532759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8805889038996532759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/anger-makes-people-do-stupid-things.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4825881988823767892</id><published>2008-09-19T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:22:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all, no. I'm not dying. It was a muscle cramp or something. I'm not suffering from from heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And secondly, I didn't fake it to get out of maths. Getting out of maths was just a plus ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, uhm... Well, there isn't really a thirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;&lt;br /&gt;Funny crap. But of course you wouldn't get it if you haven't watched the trailer, which is somewhere on youtube. Go look for it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a boring day. I got out of school at 8.50. Home at 10.30. And basically I did maths 'till I fell asleep at 11.55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won another award. Amazing. I was the only one smiling when I received the prize(cheap file and pen) according to Girlgirl (Kelicia. We got some nickname thing, don't ask.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boring busy week I must say. Thank God it's over. Maths maths maths maths maths. I reaaaaalllyyyy need to pass. And i need a grade somewhere between a B3-A1 to pull up my F9 average. Which is really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, it's really boring to be a human. I wish I was some superhero dude with X-ray vision. Or mind reading. That'd be cool. Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeaaah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to stop reading those comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending most of this afternoon surfing youtube. Those power rangers parodies are funny^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there isn't really much to talk about these days. Unless of course you're an economist. Then we'd be talking about the AIG stuff. But if you're reading this blog, then chances are that you're a student taking a break from studying and therefore not an economist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it just me, or is it freaking hot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aleithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude, why would I shut up about something that's uh, true? okay janice, don't smack me.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Smack*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wtf aleithia. There's like nothing going on. ZERO. And wenjie, both of them ain't hot in the movie. But Edward is in the book!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah. I was hoping to see a hot Edward but... ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not gay. I just wanted to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whoever the person who is janice (ur gf?!?!) she RIGHT!!! EDWARD CULLEN IS SOOOOOOO HAWT (&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" alt=":(" title=":(" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" alt=":(" title=":(" /&gt;: and so is taylor lautner xDDD&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. No. And who the heck is Taylor Whoever? And your smiley's are wrong. It should be like this :  (:[nospacehere](:[nospacehere](:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oops... the smileys came out wrong... it's like THIS &gt;&gt;&gt; (:[nospacehere](:[nospacehere](:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I told you to correct it :)[nospacehereeither]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi I don't watch porn! PORN'&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi yes you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORN'S LIKE, SO LAST WEEK.* :-O&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week could mean next week's last week which is this week which means you watch porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; I really think that its nice, admit it.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ugly. Move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4825881988823767892?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4825881988823767892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4825881988823767892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4825881988823767892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4825881988823767892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-of-all-no.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2808137283405210951</id><published>2008-09-12T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T02:37:27.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;First of all. Yes, yes. Thank you very much. Top 3 in the cohort for Chinese. I really want to thank my parents, whom without I would never have come so far. I would also like to thank my friends for their support and of course my teachers. Finally, a big shout-out to Zhou Yang. For without his answers, I would never have even gotten close to this. Thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's out of the way, would you believe that this post is taking me 4 hours? I started at 10. Of course I...uhh... got a little distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you know. I didn't feel like posting at first. Then I looked at my tagboard and suddenly, I'm motivated by the comments to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually &lt;/span&gt;type something here. I mean, I usually have alot to say. But I haaave to fill this post up, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Let's start with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fine, lada leeda blah blah blah. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohkay, this isn't really working. Let's talk about the horny creature who sits beside me in class. Day after day, she picks out sexual innuendoes out of any ordinary sentence. Suuure, she looks like an innocent little girl. But inside that innocent, precocious-looking mind lies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miles &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miles &lt;/span&gt;of hardcore porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, WeiXin, I'm talking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the freaking freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking &lt;/span&gt;last time, there's nothing nothing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;going on between me and Janice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shut up about it Aleithia. Rahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really sad isn't it. We all love something that isn't alive. I love my blanket. Girls love their bears. And we ALL love McFly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got these pictures in my head, pictures in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this smiley is nicer! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. Now, go bother someone else's tagboard with smileys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what are you medication for??? i know hospitals suck at queues... one appointment is never an hour long... it's more like 5 hours =.=&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nose infection. Boring stuff. You wouldn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. They suck at timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yewrong&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boom. i'm just bored and happened to be online, so HI GIRLFRIEND!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY GIRLFRIEND!! How can you be online and bored! Get Weixin. She knows millions of uh...interesting websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;     &lt;q&gt;yeah turns out i can read :O &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; haha im shocking myself like oh my gosh :O haha &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aghh... Smiley spam. And I'm really glad that you can read. I feel so happy for you, it's like, the sun's shining on my face now. Even though it's midnight. I feel warm and fuzzy now. And it's all because you can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twilight! so unfair that in US, the relase date is now 23 november or so. And here, it's one month 2 days later! Speaking of unfairness.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward in the movie isn't hot anyway. Bella looks like crap too. I'm not in a rush to watch it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.__. why don't you walk 2 metres, and tell me i'm weird (I'M NOT!) okay, a little. abit. okay, QUITE&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Are. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crazinessmakesmyday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sheryl (shixuan) :D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello mr bala! HAHA. wahah. how are you? long time no see!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" / Mr Bala's sooooo last month. Or longer. Haha. And I'm fine thank you very much. But I know you're just acting nice so that I'll link you under 'OTHERS' and not some other weird heading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohh busted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2808137283405210951?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2808137283405210951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2808137283405210951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2808137283405210951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2808137283405210951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-719965448241037931</id><published>2008-09-09T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:18:42.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God loves me. Let me tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, He started the day with maths. Beautiful. Next, He decided to teach me a lesson about not using phones in class, so He got Mdm Nasyitah to confiscate my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after taking a break for the rest of the morning, He decided to make my trip to TTSH very smooth, resulting in me reaching there sooo much earlier than my appointment. And while there, He thought, "Hey, lets not give him anything to do while he's over there!" So, He made the Sketching game inaccessible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess He got a kick out of seeing me being bored, 'cos He made all the patients before me take a freaaaaaaaaking long time to get whatever they needed. So, while my appointment was at 4.15, I got to see dear doctor at about 5.50, who told me I had to take the dumbass medication for another fantastic 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all. He was clearly in a teaching mood. Cos He taught me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;to skim through the bus list and board any bus that looks familiar, cos I took 851 and ended up back in AMK. Anyway, I reached home at 7.15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of the whole thing is that it happened on a Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as 'Fuck-I've-got-Math-Tuition-Day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The above was entirely sarcastic. I really do love God.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S The above statement isn't entirely true. Partly 'cos I don't believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S I understand that many of you are Christians/Catholics or whichever religion that believes in God. I also understand that you may think I'm being...uhh...religionistic. If that's a word. However, I assure you that the above was nothing but a rant and I mean no insult to your religion and/or God and/or you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passerby&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice blog &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;euu so dunchh noee how to twittszxzxz. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks, a twit. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;why are you twtting anyway.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't twit. Generally. Unless I'm trying to make fun of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like oh my gosh a cute guy :O?!?! im SO going to read it &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; haha HEY i read okay and im proud of it &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. You can read!! Like oh my gosh. YOU can READ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna ask you how you managed to read my posts otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, there's a hot guy in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh cool smiley &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-719965448241037931?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/719965448241037931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=719965448241037931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/719965448241037931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/719965448241037931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-loves-me.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7927717399740136567</id><published>2008-09-07T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T23:51:12.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah well, there goes the holidays. It's just dear school and me from now on. At least 'till the holidays. Hah. Only a month more. A little suffering in between but hey, lets look on the bright side. 'cos if I looked on the other side, I would actually see my mom murder me when every teacher called saying I didn't do my homework. And well, it's not a pleasant sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda &lt;/span&gt;completed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;of the homework. Science was too hard so I only did some. Maths. Well, it's maths. Of course I only did half. And thats all. I can't remember any of the other homework and uhh...I didn't have time to check out other people's blogs for the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month. Sigh. I think this is gonna be the last post 'till next weekend. I really have to bring my maths up. I'm in the freaking last 10% of the level for maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise there, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. That's all then. It's kinda late, and considering I can't wake at 12 anymore. I'll just sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omgayy. seriously? i'm not weird okay. its just... i was testing out smth. it didn't work. and i actually wanted to fix it again and test it on you.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgay?  And you're weird, move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i didn't in the end, and download msn plus, you'll understand why thre was the html thing. like, i said cool cus i could see the effect ? yeah. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh. okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weirdo&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hahahhaha. 1st time I'm explaining smth to you. hahahaha first time i'm smarter! HAHAHAHHAHA. YIPEEE ! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop spamming my tagboard dear sister. You do know that you can actually walk 2 metres out your door and into my room to tell me this personally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You said you wanted to ditch this blog but LOOK! You're actually posting everyday!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just to prove you wrong. I didn't post yesterday ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0o you actually talk to your sis on msn?? i thought brothers go around ignoring sisters all day... at least my brother do...Zzz&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother 'does' and I do ignore her. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALeithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay, she SO did blush. aaand, English, how?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure sure. And english what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; it is a cute smiley &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahxx, liikeexx ohxx my godxzx. It'xx so cuteeeexzxz.&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why is almost everyone talking about twilight &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" alt=":(" title=":(" /&gt;?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a nice story. But you don't read, so you wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND COS EDWARD CULLEN IS SOOO FREAKING HOTXXX LIKE OHMYGODXXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what? it&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me. I guess that it's sunday and that you haven't done any of your homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opps* Guess what? it's sunday &amp;amp; i haven started on homework. &gt;&lt;!--&lt;/q--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;OH MY GOSH. I'M A FREAKING MINDREADER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. The sketching game on facebook's freaking fun.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7927717399740136567?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7927717399740136567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7927717399740136567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7927717399740136567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7927717399740136567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-well-there-goes-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3778187091089708527</id><published>2008-09-05T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:50:39.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah well. I don't think my mom can ever navigate to my blog. So I guess she'll never be reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaay, I just realised that I had alot of weird conversations on msn with my sister. I was reading through my chat logs which a certain girlgirl encouraged me to create and tadah. I saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;thead&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;Date&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;Time&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;From&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;To&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;Message&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt; &lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:15:53 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;good  morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:15:57 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;not  sleeping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:06 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;HAHAHHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:10 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;ERRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:12 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;WALAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:14 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;U SCARE  ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:16 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;ot  sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:17 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;I TOT U  MUMMY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:18 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:20 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;hahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:22 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:25 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;the door  open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:27 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;walao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:30 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:43 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;then, wad did you  do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:19:59 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;hang up the  phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;2:20:00 AM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was on the phone with Evan. Then i heard a door upstairs open. And, well, you can read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left; width: 422px; height: 17px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;thead&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;Date        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;Time&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;            From&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;                              To&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;                    Message&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:34:17 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;ehh wenjie, let  me try smth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:34:38 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;yes dear  sister?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:04 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;is there any auto  msg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:14 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;[c=28]blabla[/c]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:14 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:14 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;cool:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:25 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:46 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:48 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;yay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:35:53 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;[c=#BF45DE]wait  luhhh[/c]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:04 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 128);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;is thre any auto  msg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:15 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;wait  luhh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:27 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;does this  count?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:30 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;[c=#BF45DE]wait  luhhh[/c]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:34 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;nopee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:39 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;= =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:39 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:36:55 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;urgh,  nvm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:05 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;i'll try  again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:05 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;seeya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:05 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:13 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;uuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:17 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:18 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt; &lt;td&gt;9/5/2008&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;11:37:24 PM&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;WENQI&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;wEnJiE WiKiKiU&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(189, 53, 208);font-family:Microsoft YaHei;" &gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened 15 mins ago. I have a very weird sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay. I'm feeling very carefree. Probably 'cos I'm ignoring the stack of undone homework on my desk, but I have tomorrow. So it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, procrastination. What would life be like with out it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll think about that tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I actually made up a slogan for my fellow procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SMFbAD_KE4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_HSipasbwv4/s1600-h/PROCRASTINATE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SMFbAD_KE4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_HSipasbwv4/s320/PROCRASTINATE.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242571497864303490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks nice doesn't it? I even made it a facebook group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=24805996887"&gt;http://www.new.facebook.com/group.php?gid=24805996887&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of facebook. Dear Quek Aik Meng. Seriously. No one gives a shit if you're &lt;span class="status_body"&gt;'cheryllimsuwen's milooboy' So please, save my dinner from the trip out my mouth and pleasepleaseplease only tell that to her in person or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm please to say that there's been no more superpokes! Yeahhhh. Apparently people get the hint when they don't get poked back. Either that or they've moved on to a more responsive victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaay. I'm not gonna waste any more of my holiday time blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gah! how you know about that?? and since when did you read twilight?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister answered both your questions. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edward is DAMN ****ING HOT by the way. (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't even seen him = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he does sound hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, I think I'm turning gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAT; OH, HE READ TWILIGHT AFTER I READ THEM. copycat! hurhur, and i told him abt your fanfiction. btw rite, i bet you join star wars fan club?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. However crazy I was over Star Wars last time, I never saw the need to join a fan club about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and guys really do join S.H.E fan club, and go even more googoo over them than me. HAHAHA&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kidding me. MORE googoo than girls?! Thats...well...very googoo-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;okay, firstly I think taiwan stars are fake like the koreans and japanese so i don't really bother about them. secondly, i don't stalk.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Then you stalk western guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know you stalk. I was stalking you when you stalked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL! You're encouraging people not to do homework :O&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not!! I'm just...uhh...telling them how much time they have (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I can always spare you 5 slaps to silence you &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; Slaps don't silence me &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a dumbass smiley&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp;rebie, I am going to ditch you soon.HMPH.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodie, all for me... I mean.... Uhmm... Oh no! Please don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how could you &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" alt=":(" title=":(" /&gt;?!?!?!?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REJOICE...I mean... It's okay. She doesn't mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Would any kind soul post the holiday homework list somewhere?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3778187091089708527?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3778187091089708527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3778187091089708527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3778187091089708527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3778187091089708527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah-well.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_xdb09rCvKQo/SMFbAD_KE4I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_HSipasbwv4/s72-c/PROCRASTINATE.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8866208106301329352.post-2160032458286256647</id><published>2008-09-04T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T00:30:28.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two posts in a day, a first " /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom actually asked me if I had a blog. I told her yes, but don't read it cos I post a lot of crap about you. But if you happen to ever read this, dear mother, I love you very much and you can go do your work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaaaay, okay maybe guys DO join fan clubs. But definitely not of S.H.E. or whatever gay clubs you girls join. I wouldn't be caught dead joining a fan club of some hot guy. Or girl. We just don't see the need to declare our love for people who don't know we exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have much better things to do.&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;Okaaay... maybe we don't. But still, whatever we do is still better than spending time on fan club websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a homework plan! It's very helpful and I'm starting to believe in the positive effects of a homework plan. I've become a much happier person since I started sticking to my homework plan. So to spread the love, I'll post it here for you guys ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WenJie's Homework Plan(version 1)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Don't do it and feign ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Thats the secret to happiness. Trust me, it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least until your teachers start calling your parents. But lets not think about that yet ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okaaaaay. I'll admit it. Natalie Lim -whatever your chinese name is- , you can write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4182213/1/Flying_With_Vampires"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4182213/1/Flying_With_Vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's kinda dumb to people who didn't read Twilight or Maximum Ride. But you should be able to get the whole gist of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're a total moron of course. But then you wouldn't get anything, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My bad memory is totally killing me. I can't remember what I wanted to blog about so badly.&lt;br /&gt;But it was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think. I can't really recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALeithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohhh, and J***** started blushing when I asked her if she liked you.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm sure she didn't. I was stalking you so I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's by the nature of girl's instincts to marvel over hot guys. AND I DO NOT BLUSH %#&amp;amp;@%#$*&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think 'marvel' really covers it. It's bordering on stalking. How many guys chase after Wu Zun when he arrives at Changi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think anyone ever blushes %#&amp;amp;@%#$*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop calling my honey girlfriend! D: and,rebie I meant the one that we were talking about on teacher's day celeb.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. She started it. Well, actually I did. I went all bimbo during Chinese lesson and started calling her and Yew Rong girlfriends. And it takes exactly 5 cookies to silence me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guys do join S.H.E fanclubs okayyy ! :p oh, and thanks for the "thankyou" we get for telling you some stuff .__.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they're gay and they need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my memory doesn't go that far back to remember what you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yewrong&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow your tagboard is lively -.- HAHA crazy girls hu go crazy over guys? i know some XD&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for adding on to the liveliness :D And I know like, 50 girls who go crazy over guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird. Cos they suddenly go "OMG, ISN'T -insert random guy with abs- SO HOT?! LIKE OMG. I HEART HEART HIM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha boyfriend :O haha jk jk&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; awwwww she's jealous &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" alt=":)" title=":)" /&gt; oh:O does that mean im not a girl :S ?! because i dont really do it :S&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend? Haha. That's not bimbotic enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. You might wanna check your gender again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a message to all procrastinators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-It's Friday already guys, but not to worry if you have procrastinated your work from day 1. There's always tomorrow. Unless you're planning on doing it on Sunday, which I advise against. But not to worry, 3 days' more than enough to complete your work. If you do it all day long of course. But you still have tomorrow, so no worries. Tomorrow,we'll do our work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Boredom makes people do extemely pointless stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2160032458286256647?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2160032458286256647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2160032458286256647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2160032458286256647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2160032458286256647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-posts-in-day-first-my-mom-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3313997801039375286</id><published>2008-09-04T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:23:01.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah... I found out what was screwing up my Internet. Waha. Unhindered surfing here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,I've got nothing much to blog about. Except that I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hate maths. And that I wonder how girls can keep marveling at hot guys all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, guys do it for like 20 seconds. We're like, oh, that girl's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not girls. Oh noooo. They go home, google that guy, get his pictures, find whatever information they can about him, join or make a fan club about him and start stalking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe the stalking part is extreme. But I know that everything else is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe that fan club part too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't ever see guys joining a fan club of S.H.E. or PCD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ACTL WENT TO REASEARCH ABOUT 1+1 -.- get a life please.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't 'Raesearch' on 1+1. Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh and is rebie correct about you and ******?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******? ***, ****** **** ******.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That actually says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, the ****** must be another QUEENIE!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Queenie. Haha. I don't even want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehhh show off. i can write better than that luh!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really trying actually, seeing as how I did it in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My story rocks more than yours, fyi (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I write one small &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;small &lt;/span&gt;story and everyone's, okay, only two people, talking about it. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yours doesn't rock more than mine, fyi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://taxistand.co.nr/"&gt;Aleithia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lend me the book, pleeeeease?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I re-read it already. Twice. But I suppose I might bring it for History tomorrow if someone brought cookies*hinthint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebie&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what did i say about him and ********** and who's ***********?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLFRIEND. And I have no idea. Wing Yiu's being weird again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONGBEANS517(DJD)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boyboy. i put 40 cents worth of stamps. i dont know whether it will gets through. msg me when you get it. so i know i didnt waste 40cents. bye&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I still haven't recieve yet girlgirl. Did you put the right address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did you put return address? Or I cannot reply de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought you didn't like that gangname? It looks, well, dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3313997801039375286?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3313997801039375286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3313997801039375286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3313997801039375286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3313997801039375286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-373448638614346501</id><published>2008-09-02T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:08:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's kinda confirmed now. My memory is unbelievably bad. I can't recall what I did yesterday. And at this time the only birthdays I remember are... well... only mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm feeling kinda okay now. As okay as someone whose parents nag at him every waking moment can be. I mean, I get it. I need to study. But whatever happened to giving me time to play? I mean, I know I ignore you guys whenever you nag, but god, do you think I can't hear you? I got 5 As. Doesn't that count for anything? I'm stressed out by you guys, not the goddamn exams. God. Leave me alone. I. Don't. Want. To. Study. Maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop forcing me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my internet's cocking up again. Which seriously irritates me because since I've finished re-reading Breaking Dawn, there's nothing else to drown my head in to stop listening to the nagging. And it also means that I can't chat properly on MSN. Which really sucks. Cos the only people left to talk to me are my siblings who echo my parents. Or my parents themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fucked up computer isn't really allowing me to do anything right now. I can't chat on MSN. I can't view webpages. Looks like everyone really wants me to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised the majority of the people who tag me are females. Says quite a bit about the female need to criticize and comment. But don't stop tagging, cos then it'll feel a little like I'm talking to a wall. And no one really likes to talk to walls. They don't reply you, for one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... such an unhappy post. But I am kinda unhappy now. So that explains it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda. Another understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply tags tomorrow or something. I can't view the fucking webpages. I'll just go wallow in self-pity before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's 'go emo' for the dumber ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-373448638614346501?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/373448638614346501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=373448638614346501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/373448638614346501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/373448638614346501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-kinda-confirmed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3413053644198617873</id><published>2008-08-31T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:47:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh.... It seems like I got some things wrong. And I would be lying if i said that it didn't hurt. But it's okaaay. I'm still living. And if you're reading this, well, i can take a hint. I'm not gonna flip(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, it was a nice day. Free food at David's house. Thanks for the invite hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really in the mood to reply tags right now. Maybe tomorrow, after I get over this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, am in the mood for a story. It's time once again to flaunt my English skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;He turned his face away from her as her words washed over him. It wasn't as though he was not expecting it, he reminded himself, but it was still a shock for her to tell him this way. He snorted. A shock, that was an understatement. Shaking his heads to clear his thoughts, he listened to the sound of her fading footsteps. Overhead, there was a full moon and an array of stars lit up the sky and yet, when he looked up, it was sadness that filled him. It wasn't that much about losing her. It was like he had grown a new limb, he thought,and it died suddenly. He was still whole, but a part of him was missing. Dumbass limb, he thought bitterly.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;The ring clutched tightly in his fist reminded him of his pain. Truth be told, he knew what to expect. He did not even know her that well. Still, the attraction had been there, however one-sided it may have been. But it was over now, before it had even started. He knew why he felt this way. Though he had known that there was a chance of rejection, he had been hoping against hope that somehow, she felt the same about him too. Stupid, he thought, like I was good enough for her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;He chuckled sadly as he unclenched his fist, letting the ring drop to the ground. It was over, but no matter how gloomy the world seemed to him right now, life still went on. He understood that. He was young, he would find love again.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-style: italic;"&gt;He looked up at the sky. The moon and stars which had seemed so dark before were shining now. He took in a breath and took in the fresh night air. Yes, life still went on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3413053644198617873?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3413053644198617873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3413053644198617873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3413053644198617873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3413053644198617873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7742262887499524902</id><published>2008-08-30T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:58:43.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Choices choices choices. Ah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, lit or history? I think it's kinda unfair that we only get to choose one out of both. I mean, why the heck is it that only the Sciences allowsyou to take all three? More career opportunities? Hah. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm pretty sure that I wanna be a psychologist when I grow up. But more of a counseling type. Not the medicine-prescribing type. I guess it's cos i like listening to people : /&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. But I'm soooooooo totally uninterested in Chem and Bio that its almost sad. Maths too, but I don't think there's really anyone who's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interested &lt;/span&gt;in maths. Except maybe that Doctor Rob guy. And the worse part is that I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forced &lt;/span&gt;to take them. Instead of the subjects that broaden your mind and that I'm really interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, its really hard to make a choice between all the humanities. Especially when they all offer the different things that i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit - A place where I get to write about my opinion on something. Where else can we write 2 page answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History - It's really interesting to me. Somehow. Propaganda and political stuff. Hmm, I think i'm interested in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog - General knowledge and things about how people live. It's kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeee? How the heck am I supposed to make a choice. I don't even know what the hell Elective means. Gah. Decisions decisions. Can't I just skip maths and learn all the humanities I want? Oh right, I can't. Cos my future career really needs the maths. I mean, it doesn't even matter if you fail english. If you fail maths at the O's, your entire future is shot.&lt;br /&gt;Kaboom.&lt;br /&gt;Thrown down the drain. Whichever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sucks, cos people take one look at it, forsee all your other good results, and start picking on that little underline F9 on the result slip. I don't give a shit about maths. Seriously, it interests me as much as drinking from a toilet for a decade does. But still, bitching about it won't help. I have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;comply,&lt;/span&gt; because it won't help if you do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for guitar class anyway, cos it took an entire day (and afternoon) for us to play 3 matches. Though we actually played only 2, seeing as the team for the third match didn't turn up. But it was fun. I'm lazy to actually write down the entire sequence of events from 6am this morning till 9pm. But i'm sure Janelle will, or Jaslyn. Or one of the other blogging volleyballers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must really bring a camera along next time and let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wai kitty and I make good teammates (: seeing as how we can almost read each other's mind on the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm really lazy to type anymore. I feel sleepy but I don't wanna sleep yet. It's saturday night! It should be a crime to feel sleepy so early in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a female with perfect sense of direction. At least we did not end up in JB. When it's closing to 4pm i shall snoop around yamaha then(:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your justification of 'perfect sense of direction' is that we didn't end up in JB?! Hahaha. It makes me feel lucky that we even found your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't get to go today: / I was still stuck in Sentosa at the time.  Wish I could have been there to meet you though(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next week ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wad the heck's a superpoke?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an application in facebook. Seriously irritating if you have bored friends who would love to do nothing but sit there and poke you all day long, ignoring all requests and demands to bug off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, you INTRUDED. Lol.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't intrude! I was uhm... invited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I was invited! That's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, it seems like people are starting to get the message. Only one gay request to spend a weekend with menghong today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss that schizophrenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7742262887499524902?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7742262887499524902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7742262887499524902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7742262887499524902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7742262887499524902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/choices-choices-choices.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4641122064176999928</id><published>2008-08-29T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:44:23.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I told you guys to stop superpoking me : / Yet superpoke still spams my inbox with pole vaults or whatever stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't poke you back 'cos this seems to lead people to think that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want &lt;/span&gt;to be poked, even after i bitch-slap them with the message 'Stop poking me asshole'. Some people just can't read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, I can't believe I'm gonna have to sleep at 12 tonight. Stupid beach volleyball competition. Ah well, at least I can make up for it during the holidays. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel so slacky nowadays. I haven't touched a single textbook since the end of CA2. I'm probably gonna fail maths again if I keep slacking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'll still fail maths even if i study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked. Except for the 2/4 party which I, uhh... I don't think 'gatecrashed' is the word. More like, attended. Life must suck when you have to leave a party early for prayers(right fadz?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, AMK hub's cinema is freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freezing&lt;/span&gt;. 3 trips there, 3 times of sitting on my hands to keep them warm. I really need to bring a jacket the next time I go there. And Rebecca could still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweat &lt;/span&gt;while Janice, Yew Rong and I were freezing our butts off. Even the random guy sitting next to me was shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall E's nice though. Cute movie. Met Sherilyn(or however you spell it) and Jon and their bunch of random friends at AMK hub (both long lost primary school friends, with Jon being from the same kindergarden. Ahh, good times, good times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't scream in the toilet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it weird how you only keep in touch with people who affect your life one way or another? I mean, look at the amount of people I was friends with in primary school. And i've only kept in touch with those who ended up in my school and only 1 other who isn't. (Evan, duhh) I mean, we were from such a big-ass clique in primary school and it ends up with just us 2. I'm sure there's a lesson in all of this. Which is... uhm...which is....&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;Anyway, I got to experience the full (lack of) common sense of dear Rebecca, who I'm sad to say has no future in accountancy. Or any other career which requires distribution of money, seeing as how she took 15 minutes to work out how much each person should pay for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, as a member of the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;rotectors-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;gainst-the-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;vil-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;oing-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;f-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;erverts-or-c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;eekopeks-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ousy-disguis&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;s"(PAEDOPHILE), I sent Janice home today. And I'm never listening to her again when she tells me what buses to take(: She doesn't even know which busstop we're supposed to alight at, and its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her house&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got home safe though. And I got to find out that I'm much friendlier when I'm in the 'whathappenedijustwokeup' mood. My theory is that I'm so blur that I simply smile at everyone to avoid doing anything more complicated. Either that or my normal 'dontsmilesomuch' mood wakes up 5 minutes after I do. And I just realised we have the same phobias. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyway, thanks for that uhh...entertaining sight-seeing excursion. It was fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGGGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aleithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sup, link - and you just got stuck in another project with - So, congrats.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link? what link?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, thanks, I feel much better with that reminder(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister Jack! Pity you didnt go today, awwwww. the cookies tasted so nice. AHHH, and jasper's house is way bigger. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; LOL!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. I like my cookies : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aha, JX, J and WK are jokers on badminton court. And you play well?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i know. And not really, unless you consider being extremely distracting a part of 'playing well'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wanna throw a michael phelps at you! =D ok lame. ew go scrub your shoes. GREEN might be some deadly flesh eating moss ;o&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. that function is gone i think(thank god) and its not a deadly flesh eating moss. There isn't even such a thing as a flesh eating moss. I think it's a magic marker stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I basically understand everything&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Understand the logic behind 1+1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as taken from: http://mathforum.org/library/drmath/view/51551.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;The proof starts from the Peano Postulates, which define the natural&lt;br /&gt;numbers N. N is the smallest set satisfying these postulates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1. 1 is in N.&lt;br /&gt;P2. If x is in N, then its "successor" x' is in N.&lt;br /&gt;P3. There is no x such that x' = 1.&lt;br /&gt;P4. If x isn't 1, then there is a y in N such that y' = x.&lt;br /&gt;P5. If S is a subset of N, 1 is in S, and the implication&lt;br /&gt;(x in S =&gt; x' in S) holds, then S = N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have to define addition recursively:&lt;br /&gt;Def: Let a and b be in N. If b = 1, then define a + b = a'&lt;br /&gt;(using P1 and P2). If b isn't 1, then let c' = b, with c in N&lt;br /&gt;(using P4), and define a + b = (a + c)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have to define 2:&lt;br /&gt;Def: 2 = 1'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 is in N by P1, P2, and the definition of 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theorem: 1 + 1 = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof: Use the first part of the definition of + with a = b = 1.&lt;br /&gt;Then 1 + 1 = 1' = 2 Q.E.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: There is an alternate formulation of the Peano Postulates which&lt;br /&gt;replaces 1 with 0 in P1, P3, P4, and P5. Then you have to change the&lt;br /&gt;definition of addition to this:&lt;br /&gt;Def: Let a and b be in N. If b = 0, then define a + b = a.&lt;br /&gt;If b isn't 0, then let c' = b, with c in N, and define&lt;br /&gt;a + b = (a + c)'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have to define 1 = 0', and 2 = 1'. Then the proof of the&lt;br /&gt;Theorem above is a little different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof: Use the second part of the definition of + first:&lt;br /&gt;1 + 1 = (1 + 0)'&lt;br /&gt;Now use the first part of the definition of + on the sum in&lt;br /&gt;parentheses: 1 + 1 = (1)' = 1' = 2 Q.E.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Doctor Rob, The Math Forum&lt;br /&gt;http://mathforum.org/dr.math/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ohhhh. Hope i see you tomorrow or something.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Same. But I'm not sure I can even go. The stupid beach volleyball competition might run late : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  No more superpoking, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4641122064176999928?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4641122064176999928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4641122064176999928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4641122064176999928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4641122064176999928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-thought-i-told-you-guys-to-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2311497472297777871</id><published>2008-08-28T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:34:54.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Can't believe i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;dude, haven't you seen my school shoes? Yours will look perfectly white next to mine =D my adidas stripes had turned black ;o&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hahaha. Mine's not black actually, it's got a little green on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;: /    Green. God, I really need to wash it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;OH YA HORRRR! HEH.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;See, it's not that difficult to understand is it? Even YOU can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u wear sch shoes to a wedding?! gawd. at least its black enough that people won't know its sch shoes... (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually. It's kinda obvious that it's just a pair of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;black school shoes. And it's not like i have any choice. I don't think they would like it if I turned up in slippers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were bitching in your post! That's like a girl, which obviously equates to, errrrr, a Ben.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Ben doesn't bitch! Only gays do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beach's a swear word too?! Okay, your tagboard's a *****.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach isn't a swear word you dumbass. And my tagboard isn't a *****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lokbehindu.blogspot.com/"&gt;zhengrong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jack, wenjie!! rmb me??? link me arh!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I, a linking machine? No one here knows you anyway. So forgive me if I don't feel like crawling into html and linking somebody no one but me knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you find me anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2311497472297777871?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2311497472297777871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2311497472297777871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2311497472297777871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2311497472297777871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-believe-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4023562816066696709</id><published>2008-08-28T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:19:28.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know you have no life when...&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;You're home on a beautiful Thursday afternoon blogging about how you have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is kinda boring now, seeing as how Jun Xi, probably jealous of my superior badminton skills, didn't want me to go along to play badminton. Also seeing as how I was so turned off by the idea of being in close proximity of a certain vulgar dickhead that I had to make up an excuse that I could do it myself at home. Well, I'm obviously not baking cookies now, maybe I'll get some extras from my sister and give it to the teachers : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I should probably try to tolerate people more, it might actually boost my social life. Aaand maybe with that i could live through having to do another project with my favourite group of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. Anyway, I'm finding it harder to find things to blog about. Seeing as I don't talk about my day, and that my thoughts nowadays are more or less &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; private. Girls girls girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, it's screwing my head up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, 5 A's. Which is pretty average considered my intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my As were english, lit, history, geog and the oh-my-god-i-cant-believe-it chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeaaaaah baaaby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, don't you guys just hate it when you fail a subject and someone near you goes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my gawd, i can't believe i de-proved to a low a1" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh my gawd i don't give a shit, why don't you whine to, well, i don't think anyone wants to hear your whining&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm so sorry.&lt;/span&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;You know, I think I might be so desperate to fill up this post to do an overdue quiz. It's about 2 months old. Thanks WeiLin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;1. At what age do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Preferably before 80.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Study hard or play hard?&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the dumbest question ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;I trust different people differently. I trust my mom to kill me if i fail my O's. I trust my dad to kill me if I get a girl pregnant in the near future. I also trust Ryan to ditch me for Johanna, not that I blame him(You can breathe now Ryan). And I trust girls to make my life much more difficult than it should ever be. The list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do you think you have not enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I don't have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have a dream come true, what would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;The one with all the bikini girls and uhh... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your idea of a bf or gf?&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, why do you care so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;The same as last year's. Which was the same as the previous year's. And uhh... Wait. I don't really have a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you spend all the time in the world but no money, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you that your sentence is grammatically incorrect and that it should be&lt;br /&gt;'If you spend all your time in the world without money, what would you do?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If time were to unwind, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Time does not unwind. And I would change my mind about doing this quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Which period of the time made you want to break down?&lt;br /&gt;Right about now, doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;I want my lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you cherish all of the friendships you have?&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be a friendship otherwise would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Yes. No. Maybe. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you think is the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Once again, you flaunt your non-existent grammar skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the verb 'is' is used, it implies that the following noun is either singular, certain plural expressions or a numerical expressions. As the noun 'things' does not fall into either of these categories, it is thus grammatically incorrect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you want to always behind you?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, someone send this guy for an English course.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. People who are going to hated you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe it. How was this guy even allowed to be unleashed onto a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;18. Describe the person who tagged you in five words&lt;br /&gt;I think she is a-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woops, 5 words up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;19. How many percent do you think you are in front of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;I'm mostly a hundred percent, seeing as humans can't really split up into 'percentages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;20. Would you judge an adversary you do not know well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have adversaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Describe this quiz in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;A feedback form. Thank god. I'll give it to you in 50 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz is an unbelievable waste of time and internet storage space. I am extremely sorry that I had to do this quiz. I'm even more sorry that 19 other poor souls were tagged along with me. The author obviously missed many a grammar lesson, and I suggest that he/she enrol himself/herself in any grammar course ASAP. I recommend turning up for school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction :&lt;br /&gt;Remove one question from the above and add in your personal question. Make it a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. List them at the end of the post. Notify them at their cbox that they've been tagged. Whoever does the tags will have blessings from all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I'm not tagging anyone for obvious reasons(READ:This quiz sucks) Secondly, why the heck am I allowed only ONE question to remove? This quiz could do with alot of editing. Thirdly, who are you kidding? Who the heck gives blessings to people who "do tags". Git.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I'm done. And please stop superpoking me. I don't need anymore Michael Phelps thrown at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4023562816066696709?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4023562816066696709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4023562816066696709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4023562816066696709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4023562816066696709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-you-have-no-life-when.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-5935281389497210275</id><published>2008-08-23T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:06:01.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have a primary 6 class blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew I actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had &lt;/span&gt;a class blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not linking it anyway. It has dumbass picture of me. At least I think it's me. And it's lame. So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've given up all hope of my previous super-duper computer of ever returning, seeing as how my father &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insists &lt;/span&gt;that the computer is still in the reformatting stages.&lt;br /&gt;It's been 2 months and counting. I'm so freaking sure it takes that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'm stuck with the ultra-slow-but-still-stable computer in my room. Which means I have to re-download all my songs. Yeap, all 1000+ of them even though I can't even remember them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think I've listened to all of them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need to go shopping one day. I'm in desperate need for a pair of shoes and formal clothes. I'm kinda tired of the stares when I attend a wedding in jeans and school shoes which kinda matches 'cos my 'white' shoes are much closer to black than it is to white.&lt;br /&gt;My dear mother has promised to bring me shopping "the coming weekend". Which was what she said when we returned from Australia(2 months ago).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I inherited the procrastination part from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record. I truly truly truly truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;truly hate linking people. It's got nothing to do with you lovely assho...people. It's just that, to link you, I have to dive into miles of html codes which don't make sense and look for a sentence which starts with 'http://' Then I'll have to type some stupid code which I don't understand into it. If theres 2 of you assho...people, I have to do it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i make a mistake. Start from step one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that my p6 class blog is lame? Well, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buttered-romance.blogspot.com/"&gt;angeline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;link up yos. thankew (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = We haven't met for 2 years and you don't even say hi before asking me to link you? I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;strict rules for people who want my exclusive links. And being polite is one of them. I'm sorry to say that you have to re-submit your link application along with a letter of apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with a dollar.&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;Linked. It's under 'You're so frickin' rude that I made up a section just for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT IS THE SYNONYM OF URINATING?!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 'piss'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, I see you are good at Humanities, since you got all As. HAHA.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does getting all As translate into good at Humanities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Wait. Okay I get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ew you found me D: anyhoos, i'll own you with more A's =D we'll see!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew you found me first D: anyhoos, it doesn't matter who gets more A's cos I've got a Fantastic F9 for maths =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, 6 ----s in a post. 0o&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, I had 6 fucks in that post. But no ----s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tt&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehh kor !! LINK ME LA. GAVE YOU MY LINK LIAO !!! RAWR&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's under 'Open your eyes WIDE. I've linked you already, dumbass.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-5935281389497210275?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/5935281389497210275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=5935281389497210275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5935281389497210275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5935281389497210275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-5935099064737942993</id><published>2008-08-22T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:10:11.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74 for english?! After all the fucking hard work I put in, I don't even get a fucking a1? Just because you assholes decided that, "No, I don't think he did enough work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, screw you. I did what Mr Indecisive Group Leader told me to do. Even after you changed the goddamn topic 79 times. The only reason I didn't do a lot of work is because YOU fucking only told me we were doing on 'Phobias in General' the day before presentation while all I thought we were doing was on Claustrophobia. So I ask you, is that MY fucking problem? Is it MY problem that YOU can't fucking decide on what topic you want? Is it MY fault that I didn't do enough work 'cos YOU gave me a fucking one day's grace to find whatever the fuck it was you made me find after you sent me searching on the goddamn causes of claustrophobia that wasn't used?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group leader, my ass. The world would be free of terrorists if you led THEM instead.&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;Now that I've ranted. Lets go on to happier stuff. Uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaay, first of all. RYAN. iamnotafreakinggossipauntiesohowtheheckamisupposedtoknowifyouandjohannasteadifyoudontfreakingtell me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, at least i AM a gossip auntie now. After joining Janelle and friend's, uhhh 'I love Ngon' (shut up) society, so i guess i'm officially Sister Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I think Ryan's noobshit computer's acting up again. He's logged in and out of msn 234 times in the last 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying, Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, on the bright side, I got 4 a's!! My best haul ever ^^&lt;br /&gt;English(I'm still angry, rahhh), lit, history and geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda praying for Lit, but i think it should get an a.&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;Or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jerome&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahas, yo. I'm too lazy to link you now :O&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, yo. Since when are you energized. You don't even have strength when you're with Vania, seeing as you keep falling asleep on her lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything about me works! its just everything about you doesnt work!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Great comeback.&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;Just kidding, this doesn't work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA, I know HHK is Hokkien Huay Kuan. Oh boy, Barney is only at SEASON TWELVE NOW. (If i remeber it correctly).&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing! You know what HHK means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Barney was at season twelve 400 episodes ago. Everyone knows that. Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;booo ! (reaction : AHHH) you loser. :p CHEER FOR SG LUHHHH. ASSHOLE&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you mean for the Olympics or what? Cos I don't really give a shit about National Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qihua&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zzz i mean ur blogskin .. not ur skin&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh. You had me worried for a moment. Okay, its over at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.blogskins.com/thisistotallyfakeandonlymoronswillactuallybelieveit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JANICE&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wow i found your blog =D&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yay. Now I've gotta go search for yours. Leave a link next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tts-childhood.blogspot.com/"&gt;youknowwho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's so obvious who i am. link me pls. won't be seeing you, soon. :] all the best hor , KOR KOR&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...My...God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort tagged me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-5935099064737942993?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/5935099064737942993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=5935099064737942993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5935099064737942993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/5935099064737942993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4880309467045711365</id><published>2008-08-14T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:23:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah... The experience of reluctant blogging.&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;That means I'm blogging reluctantly, just in case you morons were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaay, I'm starting to feel a little bored of blogging. Which was what I said a few weeks ago. So I guess I'm gonna take a break with blogging. There's no need to cry, really, I'm always online. Well, except when Barney's on, but other than that, I'll be online so if you feel the need to hear my, well, typings. I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Yeah, that's all folks. I'll be blogging when I feel like it. So don't bother bugging me to post or reply your tags. I'll do them when season 504 of Barney's over or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're seriously thinking too much (about unnecessary stuffs). :o&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, smart and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;extremely &lt;/span&gt;suave people tend to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; DID YOU JUST say you wanted to talk to me? "I think I need a chat with someone intelligent" HAHA, LOL! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I was referring to the flying snail from my last blogskin. I find that he is sooooo much more intelligent than certain people I sit around with all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt; --&gt; this smile is kinda spastic.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three tags in a row, people will start to talk :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the underline thingy -.-&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crawling into miles of html coding just to see why your stupid underlining thing doesn't work. It's probably cos of you, cos nothing else about you works either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh that's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingl3&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hhk today!! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" alt=":(" title=":(" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. ^^&lt;br /&gt;No one else knows what we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not Barney.&lt;br /&gt;Or Powerpuff Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeeep guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M BEEN WONDERING WHAT P.S. MEANS HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after I told you what it meant?!! I've never seen someone so happy about being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I"VE*. :-O Oh **** did I just make myself sound stupid again? &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/sad.gif" alt=":-(" title=":-(" /&gt; Oh well. THANKS FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISH. &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":-D" title=":-D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't curse in my tagboard : / This place is PG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your posts are like so coolllll&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;cool. Kinda. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mingzhen&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heyy haha tagggged&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Yay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qihua&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damnit i wan that skin..&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want my skin? Try plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dude... ur beach picture is unseeable (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, use Firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, unseeable isn't a word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4880309467045711365?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4880309467045711365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4880309467045711365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4880309467045711365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4880309467045711365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3452039125216333478</id><published>2008-08-10T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:16:20.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've been thinking. And yes I do think. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway thats not the point. The point is that after my first attempt at a BGR. I've been, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apprehensive &lt;/span&gt;about getting into a relationship. I mean sure, it looks fun and its all quite nice. But even though I'm actually considered as 'experienced', I have absolutely no idea what to do after the part where you say 'Will you be my girlfriend.' I mean, this part isn't covered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;What are you supposed to do? Movies? Dinners?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, schools should teach about this, not how octagons have 14 sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after that first relationship, well, its kinda been the base of my phobia of getting into another BGR. Well, it's not really a phobia, I mean, I don't ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;want to go through what I did in those 2 months. Not that they were bad. They were just.... confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything in those two months by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh.... I don't know why I'm thinking about all this now. I'm just tired, and pissed at the world. I think I need a chat with God or someone intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just need a cookie. Subway, white chip. *hinthint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and happy national day. Yes, yes. It's such a big-ass event that I didn't bother turning on the TV to watch it. And no, I don't feel guilty or whatever. I mean, it's just a birthday party of sorts. Whats the point of all the fanfare.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know why people celebrate birthdays anyway, i mean, if you think about it, whats there to celebrate? On the day of your birth, you just made your mother scream her arse off while her vagina walls enlarged and you slid out. Not much worth celebrating if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should celebrate how long they stay alive. Which I think is actually the whole point of celebrating birthdays. Which means I just wasted 5 minutes typing out crap = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. I need to sleep this off. I'm thinking too much. Oh, and I just realised that I'd never said happy birthday to Weixin. So, uh, Happy Birthday! Get smarter, screw maths(not literally) and stay happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so corny. So I'm sorry Damian, but all you're getting is a normal Happy Birthday. I don't want to have to type 'stay happy' again but do stay happy, cos then you'd be sad. Which isn't good. Duh. But whatever. Happy Birthday :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3452039125216333478?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3452039125216333478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3452039125216333478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3452039125216333478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3452039125216333478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-398342430200214779</id><published>2008-08-08T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:19:57.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the eight of August! On year 2008! Come on everyone, one two three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it just o' so cool? Like ohmygoshhhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, I'm done. All I wanted to do was to make a post on the eighth of August. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TAGS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin : Aww, dry your eyes, they haven't banned dresses yet. ;-) (Well not until tomorrow when you appear in one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that it's reallllly really difficult to make something funny out of an outdated tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat : ur going st nicks??? when? i didn't even noe my sch have dis thingy... 0o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, we try not to publicise it cos we don't want too much jealousy going around. I mean who wouldn't want to go for such a cool class where you get to... uhm... get to... do... stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't go anyway, and I'm not planning to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle : According to the reowned professor (SIEW), voice-breaking is usually the last part of your puberty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure that this 're-owned' professor knows alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a spelling error by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle :  If you really cant wait, just swop voice with sarah la, no choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jinhu  : i like the sarcasm cuz the style is so not sarah. tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, you like everything Sarah isn't?&lt;br /&gt;Cool, so you like girls, smelling good and looking good? ;) *dodges chair*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No, I didn't wear a bareback and skirt to school.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.This could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S. This is also such a cheap way to make your post look longer.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S. Which explains why I'm using it.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S. This looks long enough. I think I'll stop.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S.S. Okay, 1 more just for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S.S.S.S.S.S This is definitely the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, P.S. stands for post script, so don't ask me about it weixin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-398342430200214779?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/398342430200214779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=398342430200214779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/398342430200214779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/398342430200214779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-eight-of-august-on-year-2008-come.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-8377606289118771914</id><published>2008-08-06T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:46:28.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First of all, I feel so sorry for all the guy volleyballers. I feel so guilty for missing today's training. In fact, i was so guilty that I thought about you guys sweating it out in training while I was facebook-ing with the free comps in TTSH. I thought about you guys constantly while I was playing all those games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wahaha, what a bunch of losers, I think I'll even blog about this just to rub it in and make them piss themselves." - My exact thoughts at approximately 1530. (As you can see, I was totally wrecked with guilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaanyway, the school totally killed off my dressing plans for Friday. I mean, just look at what they posted on the portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Students can be casually dressed but the following guidelines have to be observed;&lt;br /&gt;1) Students can be attired in t-shirts, jeans and track shoes. However, one of the items must be in red &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;white.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) T-shirts must be decent, i.e. no offensive messages, spaghetti straps, barebacks or those made of translucent material.        -&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww, I was so gonna wear that low-cut bareback that I bought last weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3) Jeans must not be low cut and no baring of the midriff is allowed.          &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- But... but I wanna show of that tummy hair i just grew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4) No slippers or sandals and only track shoes allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Strictly no cross dressing.              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Whaaat?!! What about my bareback and skirt? Who's gonna wear them huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Uhh,  for the record, I don't have barebacks and skirts. So don't ask to borrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Also,  my thursdays are totally wasted! The freaking storytelling thing has started and it takes up freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 hours!! &lt;/span&gt;Well, on the bright side, it's at St.Nicks. But there isn't much to look at anyway : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna make up some bullshit story and quit it. Or maybe I'll just get that sec one to go there and tell them I don't want to go anymore. Hmm, but that won't leave a good impression. Well, not like I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAGS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I THOUGHT YOU ALREADY KNEW! Damn. )-: NO MORE FLYING SNAILLLLL! DOUBLE DAMN. )-:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD I HAVE KNOWN IF YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING! And I feel for you. Really. Don't we all miss the snail? Come on everybody. One, two, three awwwwwwwwwwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh...how come they nvr go wif u? i tot they also wanted to learn... zzz taggs&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Like I said, they can't be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow, you blogged.I think the other blogskin is nicer lah&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. you tagged. I think this blogskin is nicer lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;amp; to make you get me a present, my birthday is on [u]19november[/u] although I know theres still a long way to go.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I'll probably forget that it's on 23rd December. Remind me when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingyiu&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your underline thingy dont work -.-&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhh. Yeah, I noticed. It's actually quite hard to miss cos no one else puts funny shit beside dates other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love your 1st two posts! Keeps me entertained ;D&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. An appreciative reader. Glad to entertain :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now regarding that entertainment fee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WENQI&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heyyo. wth. tis skin is damn gayyyy. i like the previous one. kazillion times cuter&lt;/q&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah, but it didn't fit in the the "Coool Nigga" image that I'm trying to establish for myself. Yo. I find that this blogskin brings out 'da true nigga' in me. Yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Yo. Like ma brothas from da hoods say, peace out ma bitches.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-8377606289118771914?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/8377606289118771914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=8377606289118771914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8377606289118771914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8377606289118771914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-of-all-i-feel-so-sorry-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3954901502089054511</id><published>2008-08-04T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:08:26.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Okay, first of all. WeiXin, when it's your birthday, you HAVE to at least say something about it. I sit next to you and I only found out at 6 when Ryan told me you were carrying your birthday presents. Gosh. Well, its too late to get you a present now... so... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyway, I found out that without exams to mug for, I actually do have a lot of free time. I mean, its 10.50 and I'm already out of things to do. Which explains why I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there really isn't anything to talk about. Except that I just realised that I'm going to be missing my 3rd week without volleyball; I have another medical appointment on Wednesday, so i can't go for CCA. And Friday is national day, so we're slacking. Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wrote a 1,639 word essay which took me 2 hours. About society and stuff. Which goes to show that having too much time is really unhealthy, seeing that without homework to do, I went to write an essay that was completely unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up my history paper. Not literally, but I don't think I will pass the 10 mark question. And there's supposed to be 6 of those questions in SA2. Along with 4 Source-Based questions and some give-away MCQs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to talk about actually : / Seeing as i refuse to talk about my day. Soooo, lets reply tags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lalala~ (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said "I tagged le", I kinda imagined an actual sentence with a proper sentence structure. Not a random word repeated three times and a squiggly and a smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know, you said to navigate with the starfishs, but I went to look for them in the beach picture above :O&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the advertisement which the father goes, 'Flower, flowerr' And the boy goes, 'Orchid!' .&lt;br /&gt;Then the father says the phrase that I want to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SO CLEVER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wingsang&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heyyo. screw you for calling me joyce many times tdy &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you don't mean 'screw you' literally ;)   Aaaaand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Joyce:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nat&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;u learning guitar? with wenbin and wenqi? cool&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaactually, I'm learning guitar with two other friends. My siblings can't be arsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tingle-guitarist.blogspot.com/"&gt;tingl3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY HEY!! I LOVE YOUR BLOGSKIN!! omg, its AWESOME. &lt;img alt=":)" title=":)" src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/smile.gif" /&gt;) hehe.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey tingl-three. Yeah, I like my blogskin too. Which is why i chose it. Because I wouldn't choose something I don't like. Well, no one chooses things they don't like. Okay maybe some do, like they choose something stupid to give their enemies. But I'm choosing for myself, so i chose something i liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaand that was another time-wasting-nugget by yours truly ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3954901502089054511?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3954901502089054511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3954901502089054511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3954901502089054511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3954901502089054511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay-first-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2039745754635678589</id><published>2008-08-02T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T01:00:23.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The blogging bug is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. Hmm, well. I really hate talking about my day. So lets talk about totally pointless stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. Okay, first pointless stuff : The sky is blue. Sometimes. Except when there are clouds. But its still blue, you just can't see it with the clouds blocking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aand I'm learning classical guitar. Which is totally not what i thought i was learning. When i signed up i thought it was for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acoustic &lt;/span&gt;guitar. The technique is totally different and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least i'll learn to read notes.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice hasn't broken yet. Sadly. 2 years of puberty and all it leaves me are muscle, sperms i don't need yet, and hair on my armpits. You can take the sperms and hair, just give me a deep sexy voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll need the sperms when i'm older. So maybe just take the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs hair on their armpits anyway? I mean, it doesn't do anything for you. You don't even have to shampoo it. Evolutions weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I think i did alright for my exams. I managed to complete my maths paper(i left 2 questions blank) which probably means a pass. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a conspiracy in the maths department to keep me from passing. I mean, I had 4/10 for mental algebra. Then i had 4/10 for the other paper which i forgot the name of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=               Its frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And i had 21/25 for geog. Which is considered alright considering the marks other people got (24/25) The paper was supposed to be, I quote " Very difficult." and that we would, I quote once more. "Need to salvage some marks from our homework to get an A or even a pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Janelle. No one wants this blog address. So technically, I'm not being selfish for not deleting this blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna change this blog skin. It looks irritating. I mean, sure its cute with the flying(I'm just humouring you weixin) snail and all. But how many times can you look at the damn snail and the unnoticed dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screwed up the rapping for music. Ah well. Who gives a shit. 5 people doing a rap? It's pointless and stupid. We don't learn anything from it. You didn't teach us anything for it. And you expect us to come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC (Detention class) is totally stupid. Sorting out beans from seeds and other smallish objects? Can't you just make us sit there and read our books? We gain knowledge. You can go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to read anyway. The teachers went for the teachers meeting. So they put Mr Jeoffrey(Or however you spell his name) there. He didn't know anything so i just took out my book to read. He didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i brought a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And facebook has become my inbox's best friend. In just the first week that i joined, they spammed me with 37 emails. I had to disable the stupid thing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a history test on monday. History. About riots.&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'll study later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my comp is still spoilt. The main one, with all my games and ... stuff. So thats, 1,2...5... 6 weeks without my computer.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I'm feeling sleepy just from typing this post. And apparently Brandon isn't learning guitar for himself! o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooooooooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm leaving this post like this. Even though i have lots more to type about. I don't want to sleep now. It's saturday night. I should be sleeping at 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2039745754635678589?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2039745754635678589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2039745754635678589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2039745754635678589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2039745754635678589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/08/blogging-bug-is-back-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-381546528314631795</id><published>2008-07-30T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T18:43:01.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My posts are so updated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-381546528314631795?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/381546528314631795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=381546528314631795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/381546528314631795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/381546528314631795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-posts-are-so-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-1888688156506193102</id><published>2008-07-01T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T17:19:24.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooohaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blogging novelty is wearing off. Though i sticking with this far longer then i thought i would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. there isn't actually much to blog about. I mean, school and stuff. Everyone goes through them, and its pretty ordinary most of the time. I could talk about volleyball : /  and to fill up this post. I think i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a match yesterday, Zhong Hua. It WAS supposed to be easy ( or at least easier than it was) but we lost. Ahh. Saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had St. Hilda today! Yay! It was a sure win. I mean, they were just the defending national champions and all but hey, nothing's impossible. And we did play very well. It was the best game i ever played (best as in most fun). And we were on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in a nutshell, we lost. But we did give them a hell of a fight. You should have seen us play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaa. Aaaaand. I think i will stop blogging now. I mean the whole blogging stuff. It is A WHOLE LOT of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there isn't much to do, and I'm just lazy. But welllllll... I don't really like blogging much anymore. So.. Yeah. Someone please teach me how to close this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe if the blogging bug comes back i'll just delete this post and pretend nothing happened =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay everyone's favourite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEI XIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-This is a really simple concept.&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;br /&gt;SNAIL.&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T.&lt;br /&gt;FLY.&lt;br /&gt;There. Simple and easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMIAN AND POOVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hey Xiuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QIHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hah, well, I can't recognise you so... next time tell me who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm going to assume you're mingzhen. Hah. And Kung Fu panda's nice!! The panda's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUTALIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey!!!! I've got an Australian Outback Blue-tail. It doesn't need much feeding and it only chews off your hand occasionally, so it's quite safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The love thingy)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YONGHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I fixed it(smart me) Aaaand, it's not boring whaaaat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QIHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Agreed. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-1888688156506193102?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/1888688156506193102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=1888688156506193102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1888688156506193102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1888688156506193102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/07/wooohaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4752408683335497980</id><published>2008-06-22T23:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:27:35.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>: /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. Just when i got over feeling like shit over the ending of the Breakout. Then now i have to go through it all over again because of the Qing Gong Yan. Aaaand there's freaking school tomorrow. I haven't done so much work.. I'm so gonna get screwed over by my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. School. How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that the holidays are over just like that. I mean. What the heck?! Time just flies when you're in Secondary School(no seriously, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flies&lt;/span&gt;). I mean, I was in Perth. Then suddenly, I'm fast-forwarded into performance. Then here I am now, desperately trying to grasp the last few moments of the holidays before its snatched away again. I'm not sure if I'm the only one who's realising that time is moving on so freaking fast. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember all the times at rehearsals. Ohmygod. It seems just like last night. And the first time they called me for auditions. Aghh. That felt like last week. Gosh. I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight. Thinking about all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. No more late night chatting sessions. No more 2pm rehearsals(that was pretty much over last week anyway.) No more staying up late. No more everything. Yet another chapter closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised, I never did talk about my Perth trip. Well. I'm not about to start yakking off. Try my sister or natalie's blog. They might have a day-to-day recount of the entire trip. Plus pictures. I really need to get the pictures. Thats all thats left of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And the Nintendo Wii party yesterday was fun. Hui Tian plays like my sister, jumping all around when all you need to do is swing your arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaand, on a spur of inspiration, We (me, my brother and sister) decided to go to my grandma's house to watch Euro08. And well, I fell asleep. at 1.50am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't recall anyone attempting to wake me up. Although tmy brother and sister insist they tried. Twice. Ah well. I woke up at 5 am. Then continued sleeping till 11 like that. Went Qing Gong Yan straight from there. And now I'm here. Once again, time flies so freaking fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I'm gonna sleep now. No need for my teachers to screw me over for yet another reason. Goodbye holidays. It's been fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4752408683335497980?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4752408683335497980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4752408683335497980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4752408683335497980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4752408683335497980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/06/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-1881022605554238799</id><published>2008-06-20T23:50:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:57:23.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hah. 2 posts in 2 days. I really need to find something to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'm freaking scared. Should never have agreed to watch Amityville horror. Freaking M18 horror movie. I think I'm sleeping with my mom tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kungfu panda was nice. My mom thinks its a kiddie show(doesn't everybody?), but its actually kinda funny. And nice. And funny. And cute. And funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OhKay. Enough funnies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Did i mention that Kungfu panda was funny? Yeah it was funny. And nice. And funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aaaaanyway, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes. That untouched pile sitting on the table . I'm gonna copy geog, so thats settled. My SRP is already screwed. So thats settled too. I can't freaking log into adss portal to finish up the history. So that's settled as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leaves maths. Yay yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo Wii party tmrw. Woohaha. Finally, some fun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Okay,  I've been having fun this whole holiday but whats wrong with more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmm. Quizzes. Ah shit. Okay I'll do one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just remembered. Add ACE learning maths into the pile of untouched homework. Yup. 34 questions of mathematics goodness. It's taking me all my might to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, QUIZ!! YAYAYAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rules &amp;amp; regulation of this quiz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs &amp;amp; replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves with answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hm.. I dislike them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why would i want to pass on this misery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks anyway Weilin. I'm so happy to be doing this quiz. I can't think of anything else i would rather do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: If your Lover betrayed you, what would your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm. Tough question. I would think perhaps murder or assault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: If you can have a Dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The one where there was this bunch of girls and... Oh. Sorry. I don't think i can share that dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What will your dream wedding to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dream. Wedding. Hmm. Preferably with a woman. And with guests that i actually know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Are you confused of what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's a computer. How the heck do you get confused about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What's your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again. Woman. Straight. Must not smell. Must not bitch. Must not nag. Must cook. Must clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Jokes aside, my ideal lover would be humourous, happy,  loving , entertaining and oh  god this will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Which is more blessed , loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uhh. Next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10...9...8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't actually wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: If the person you secretly liked is already attached , what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another tough question. I would murder her other half and take her away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okay i would actually look for another girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Is there anything that made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What a stupid dumbass question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OH YES. OH MY GOD. I'M DYING FROM HAPPINESS. JUST KILL ME NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hot, sexy, surrounded by hot girls and.. Oh wait. It's happening now. I would probably be exhausted then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Who are currently most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You missed out a 'the'. And i would probably say everyone I care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone who really shouldn't play maple cos it sucks and should never ever ever tag me for quizzes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Would you rather to be a single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Married and poor. Who needs money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wipe the pee off my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No actually i go downstairs (Yes i have 2 storeys in my house, so sorry.) and pee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Define 'all'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: If you fall in love with two person simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think that would ever happen to me. I'm a single-girl-guy. Mostly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: Do you have a pet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah. Say hi to my pet alligator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Q: What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Those who start saying something then cut off halfway and say nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8 person that I'm tagging...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.) --&gt; Muthu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.) --&gt; My father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) --&gt; My mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) --&gt; Auntie Fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.) --&gt; Any other random person out there that doesn't have a blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.) --&gt; My pet alligator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.) --&gt; LauZhaBor (What are the chances she'll do this?! Wahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8.) --&gt; XiaXue (Hah. Another one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okaaaay. I have successfully saved the world from having to face 15 minutes doing this crap. Yay me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tags time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And no. I'm not copying the tags over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To Wei Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- I'm sure it seems like hard work to an incompetent like you, but for people like me, it's so freaking easy i could do it with one hand. Oh wait. I did do it with one hand. And I actually did it cos you didn't seem to be able to grasp the fact that snails can't fly. So it was actually for your benefit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Huiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Hiiex. Tankxx forxx thexx tagxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ZhenHan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- Ahh. Waddup dood. Fist bump!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahh.... It's over now. I think i would feel this happy if i ever finish my homework, but I've never tried it before, so i wouldn't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to people who tag me(as in tagboard tag, not quiz tag). Sorry if i never ever tag in your blog. I'm really too self-obsessed to visit other people's blog. Unless they contain gossips about me. So if you want a tag. Please do include a piece of random information about me in your blog and shout it around. I'll probably tag then.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-1881022605554238799?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/1881022605554238799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=1881022605554238799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1881022605554238799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1881022605554238799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/06/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-1255725756321156689</id><published>2008-06-20T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T02:08:08.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>title</title><content type='html'>: /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. Too. Many. Damn. Tags.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take up one whole post. AND the quizzes. Omg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. Screw. That. Asshole. Called. My. Brother.&lt;br /&gt;What a fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third. OhMyGosh. Weilin cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;: /  Not much to say here actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth. Lets finally reply those tags. OHMYGODFINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from the first one shall we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qihua : Bon voyage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qihua : mmm.. thx for ur Feat.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uh. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl siew&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guai Tai. Copy Cat.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uh. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl siew&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't see my link??&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I don't see it too. I don't think it could have been because I didn't put it in. Blogger must be screwing up again : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jiajun&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NB!! ur skin is the same as mine!!!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NB!! why u copy me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Super-duply'?! Wtf Wen Jie... And IT'S FLYING WHAAAT! )-:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;I won't even start. &lt;a href="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/1775/snailwu1.jpg"&gt;http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/1775/snailwu1.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&gt; I hope this clears everything up &lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEILIN&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha.. I'm going to tell you something! wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you've actually told me already. But i think i forgot.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://koreanatic-addict.blogspot.com/"&gt;jingfang&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello. from 2/3 here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;Hey total stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damian&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your dog's like so neglected nobody sees it unless they scroll right to the extreme right.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/q&gt;OH HEY. THERE'S ADOG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey Hey! your: Scroll Right is gone.. come back soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;By 'come back soon', do you mean me or the sign?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adelynn&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello.. link me &lt;a href="http://the-adelynn-reaper.blogspot.com/" title="http://the-adelynn-reaper.blogspot.com/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;Actually, you can put your link into the website thing when you tag. But who cares, isn't this so much more fun?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME BACK FAST!!! we've got maths GROUPWORK to do, adn we dont wanna let you slack. SO, COME BACK FAST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. First of all, when do I ever slack. And second. I'm never ever &lt;span&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;coming back early from anything to do maths.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;janelle&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ohh, sorry. i just realised that you're coming back today. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I can't escape anymore. Maths maths maths yay!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAHH you're tagged for a quiz at my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloveshermin.livejournal.com/"&gt;♥ YONGHAN! (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;korkor! link me alrgts. (: i quitted shhk liaos, i knw you miss me alot. (: ohwells, just link, hahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;Miss you. Uh huh. Wait who are you again?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding. It's kinda boring without you there but, meh. Why did you quit anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GAHH... happy replying to tagsx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having the time of my life now.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qi&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grrr!i alr say MUST do rite!BLEHHHH! you got so many million tags to reply lor! have funnn~&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, my tags are in the millions. And, yeah, I'm still having the time of my life.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm adding on to your tag replies till you're going to post! GAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.o Its all your fault that this whole thing is taking forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are tagged for 2 quizzes!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are tagged for another quiz at my blog, 3 quizzes!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Shit. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iloveshermin.livejournal.com/"&gt;♥ YONGHAN! (:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anws, i lost your number ehs. msg me thanks? (:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you lose a number. And, you seem to have gotten it back anyway =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weilin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you are tagged for another quiz! 4 quizzes!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Lin&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess you're sad becos someone's leaving :O"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shihui&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was it u that tagged at my blog? Or was it a prank again?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't tag. So yeah, its a prank.&lt;br /&gt;Janelle, stop it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://it-sux-and-rox-to-be-me.blogspot.com/"&gt;nutalie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zzz... why u so emo... not like u at all&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RenShenDaDaoLi.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their ups and downs. See? I'm back to my cute lovable self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aleithia&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh look, it's weilin all th way haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;You noticed. CONGRATS!! &lt;/q&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was such a waste of time. And if you see alot of these """ around, well, I have no freaking idea how to get it away, so just bear with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna do the damn quizzes today. But since its so freaking late. LETS PROCRASTINATE(it rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm far behind on homework. I'll have to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-1255725756321156689?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/1255725756321156689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=1255725756321156689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1255725756321156689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/1255725756321156689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/06/title.html' title='title'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-4208419984491586218</id><published>2008-06-15T23:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:28:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah well. I'm blogging again after &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how long has it been? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16 ++ days of absence. And I'm blogging not because I'd like my dear readers to know how unbelievably exciting the whole Australia trip was. It's kinda cos my whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:SimSun;font-size:18;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;《青春斗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;Breakout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:SimSun;font-size:18;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kinda ended and I'm actually feeling kinda lost.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omg yes really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;: / I don't recall feeling this emo after Act 20 (another production thing-thing last august or something) but maybe it's because we didn't have that much fun last time or maybe i simply forgot what it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope its the second one. That means I'll get over this soon. Oh gosh i sound so.. emo. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda saddening to know that I probably won't be seeing any of them for a loooooong time.  Agh.. I mean. There's the Qing(4) Gong(1) Yan(4) or whatever but that's still so short. Rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this 'Holiday' crap. Holiday? I look ahead. All I see is fucked up homework, maths remedials, trainings, more fucked up homework and remedials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, screw it. I'm gonna fail fucking maths anyway. But hey, I'll still survive in the world without knowing how fucking curve graphs actually work. I'll still function without knowing that actually, length x breadth = area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. Screw this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need some sleep. There's nothing to look forward to now that Breakout is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reply tags when i feel like it. I'll do the quizzes when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but i just feel so damn crap right now. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;font-family:SimSun;font-size:18;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-4208419984491586218?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/4208419984491586218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=4208419984491586218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4208419984491586218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/4208419984491586218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-3724406713899859129</id><published>2008-05-31T01:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:46:36.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Emotional.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not everything is your damn fault. Duhh.&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, I hate updating links. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to dive into that sea of html crap and look for links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then i have to type a bunch of stupid words that don't make sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Followed by a url.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plus some more random words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And if i have 2 people to link. I'll have to repeat it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i just realised how much my blog is loved. Got so many people copying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Irritating idiots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ANDANDAND. My storytelling course is OVER. At least i don't have to wake up so freaking early in the morning anymore. But i kinda miss the people there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ah well. At least i have their number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to stop coming online only at midnight. I can't really think when I post.&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;ANNNYYYYYYYWAAAAAAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for Perth tomorrow [one, two, three &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwwwwwwww&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's all then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tags of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muahahaha&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hey you can add jia jun his is chickenathan.blogspot.com"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, OMG WHO ARE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;And linked.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;QIHUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is the mahjong game that ****ING funny ?&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qi&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehhhhs! u are FRIGGIN slow! zomg! slow like **** can!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. Nice to see you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;korkor!!!!!!!! &lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEIMEI!!!!!!!&lt;img src="http://www4.shoutmix.com/smileys/grin.gif" alt=":D" title=":D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anyone knows this girl?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qi:&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehhh! go my blog do the quiz! copy&amp;amp;paste the quiz from luocheng's blog! she's under my links! mus do uhh!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: / Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl siew&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wakakakakaka. link me pretty boy.&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;Linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wei Xin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;q style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Er yeah sure, I'm soooo jealous 'bout your oh-so cool blogskin having a snail that flies around... OH GOSH KILL ME NOW! D-:&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!! Once again, Wei Xin shows off her level of intelligence. A snail that flies around? That's so incredibly super-duply perceptive. I mean, which snail doesn't fly about nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;cite&gt;weilin:&lt;/cite&gt;    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;q&gt;be glad! your CUTE snails are back!&lt;/q&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY WOO WAHAHAHA. I could die happy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-3724406713899859129?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/3724406713899859129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=3724406713899859129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3724406713899859129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/3724406713899859129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls.html' title='Girls..'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-791980477416546257</id><published>2008-05-29T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:07:46.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fucking funny mahjong game ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storytelling's getting better. As in the class. Not my skill. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its already very good xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty slow in the news. I just found out David Cook won American Idol. Which is like&lt;br /&gt;*bimbo voice* so, yesterdaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the words:&lt;br /&gt;Gah and rahh are actually sounds.&lt;br /&gt;Try pronouncing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my motivation to blog. Maybe I'll start blogging once in a while instead of every friggin day.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda tired now. Used up alot of energy today. sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably delete this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realised I'm saying 'maybe' alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll stop saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-791980477416546257?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/791980477416546257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=791980477416546257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/791980477416546257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/791980477416546257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/05/fucking-funny-mahjong-game.html' title=''/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-8153409797604729291</id><published>2008-05-27T14:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T14:37:22.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't feel my legs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Damn training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;. It's such a freaking busy holiday. Rehearsals, homework, tuition, more homework, training, even more fucking homework, some more training, storytelling and maths &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;remedials&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= = &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; holidays&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;Got to wake up early tomorrow again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Damn school, send me to some stupid course and pay them $200 so that I'd feel guilty if i skipped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Call of Duty. Making me feel so damn frustrated from dying every time.&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;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Rahh&lt;/span&gt;. Stupid world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to sleep this off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i just realised my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;blog's&lt;/span&gt; pics are gone. The creator's bandwidth thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;exceeded&lt;/span&gt; = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; have to look for a new damn skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-8153409797604729291?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/8153409797604729291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=8153409797604729291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8153409797604729291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/8153409797604729291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/05/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-7044306042225304176</id><published>2008-05-26T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:36:16.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half a day wasted</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know when I said I would go for the storytelling thing only if they called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, they called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE FIRST FREAKING DAY. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they actually called my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who called auntie fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who woke me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At freaking 8.30&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;Dammit.&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;And guess what?!&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;It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it wasn't thaaaat boring. But it was kinda, uhh...Uneventful. Not much fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. I was late by an hour.  It started at 8. I walked in at 9.10&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;And i still have to go for the rest of the weeks', so you see wingyiu. I still can't make it for srp ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Maybe if i have cca i wouldn't need to.  *cross fingers*  &lt;br /&gt;I'll have to ask Indrajit  : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, I'm totally out of cash.  Thats right, Rich Boy, out of money.&lt;br /&gt;My mother owes me about 14$$&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;I owe her about 6 million, but hey, who's counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-7044306042225304176?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/7044306042225304176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=7044306042225304176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7044306042225304176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/7044306042225304176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/05/half-day-wasted.html' title='Half a day wasted'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-2591737374658082153</id><published>2008-05-26T00:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:26:59.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random crap (yay)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need more links : / It looks so damn empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop staring at my tagboard dear weilin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bored.com/games/action/1/worlds_hardest_game/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this damn game. So damn addictive but with such gay music that makes my head spin. And did i mention i can't get past level 8? Ya ok WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised you could get rid of stomachaches by farting. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm ponning tmrw's story telling crap. And the next next day's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the next next day's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the next next  next day's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the next next next next day's.&lt;br /&gt;Unless the teacher calls me. Then I'll go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I'm not supposed to eat spicy stuff, drink cold drinks, eat chocolates&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; WHATTHEFUCK, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and to not  get sick while I'm in Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fat chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OK. Maaaaybe I won't eat spicy crap, and i'll cut down a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttttllllllllllllllllllleeeeeeeeee on my chocolates. BUT HOW THE HELL DO YOU STAY AWAY FROM COLD DRINKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can't. Thats the thing. So... too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh. And I'm opening a religious theory class. Its available whenever I'm on msn so please ask if you want to know my opinion on religions ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love the holidays. All that homework, going back to school, 3 days a week training. Ah... so shuang. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That was sarcasm kids&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I forgot what I wanted to post.&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;Oh guess what, I just remembered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME WATCH MY SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah that's about it. Details in the poster things in previous post. Book through me! By msn or my number if you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no. I'm not posting my number here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's about it then. Nighty night. Tomorrow's another bright sunny day with a 3 hour training. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm not in badminton. Freaking 7 hour training. Woohaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8866208106301329352-2591737374658082153?l=justbookmarkme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/feeds/2591737374658082153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8866208106301329352&amp;postID=2591737374658082153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2591737374658082153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8866208106301329352/posts/default/2591737374658082153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbookmarkme.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-crap-yay.html' title='Random crap (yay)'/><author><name>WENJIE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12014899946076127351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-8866208106301329352.post-5910466864114194409</id><published>2008-05-25T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:48:32.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hooha</title><content type='html'>I just realised something, the time is totally screwed up, cos i was posting last night at 1am, it says 12.10 or whatever. Hah well, lets just ignore that then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOOOOOVIIIIINNNNNNG OOOOOOONNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just read the papers on the mother who sued the school because the son fell down and fractured his leg, then the leg become shorter, but lost and have to pay the school instead. One thing to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell's their compassion?! That woman's son already crippled, still&lt;br /&gt;have to pay the fucking MOE. MOE no money issit? Still need to take money from this kind&lt;br /&gt;of needy family. The fucking court needs to re-think its policies or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid gay judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just realised i had to get up at 7 for the whole of next week for some stupid story-telling shit. Think i'm gonna pon it and pretend that I'm overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it costs the school $200 to send me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, but if they decide to read my blog and see this post. I think I'll be screwed. Maybe I'll go for one or two sessions. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Just remembered too, Chun Leck not our history teacher le. Some other funny teachers are gonna replace him. Pfft, there goes my chance of bullying him and listening to his stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. PERTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waha, I'm going Perth on the 31st. So I'll be missing lots of trainings ^^&lt;br /&gt;But lots of rehearsals too.. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if anyone's wondering what I'm rehearsing for, its this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SDjUKlZD2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aliygGawfpU/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 353px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SDjUKlZD2BI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aliygGawfpU/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204142647727609874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SDjU7FZD2DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/S24gjxFG1r8/s1600-h/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 395px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdb09rCvKQo/SDjU7FZD2DI/AAAAAAAAAA
