<?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-878306192779151641</id><updated>2011-11-07T23:16:13.945+08:00</updated><category term='BURN BOOK'/><category term='Family Guy'/><category term='Holland'/><category term='Batu Pahart'/><category term='I.WANT.FAMILY.GUY.'/><category term='SYF'/><category term='Awake'/><category term='walking on air'/><category term='I NEED MONEY'/><category term='Lala'/><category term='Shammy'/><category term='Love All Of Your Enemies'/><category term='Missing PHPPS'/><category term='Kelly Clarkson'/><category term='Lalala'/><category term='By Leona Lewis'/><category term='Rochers'/><category term='CAMPP'/><category term='3 Days'/><category term='2am'/><category term='Links'/><category term='Survivor Gabon'/><category term='Series'/><category term='Leona Lewis'/><category term='TAYLOR or Robert'/><category term='HELLL'/><category term='Worldcup'/><category term='Pontian'/><category term='Assy'/><category term='Degeneres'/><category term='Dalia Megan Nadiah Chelsie'/><category term='Feliz Cumpleanos'/><category term='select'/><category term='The Way I Am'/><category term='Velvet'/><category term='Webcam'/><category term='9 Nine'/><category term='World Cup'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Illuminati'/><category term='Chris Brown SARK.'/><category term='How to choose your dream'/><category term='My Alter Ego'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Blogskin'/><category term='FudderMarker'/><category term='Happy Birthday'/><category term='Customs'/><category term='Yay'/><category term='Mosaic'/><category term=':D:D'/><category term='Espana'/><category term='1'/><category term='Argentina'/><category term='Sweet sweets sucks'/><category term='RIHANNA'/><category term='No Aircon. :('/><category term='zhang zhen huan :D'/><category term='Spain'/><category term='Quizzie'/><category term='Bye :)'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Ellen'/><category term='Chowder'/><category term='retard'/><category term='kerli'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Cenosis'/><category term='Malaysia Part'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Birthdayyyy'/><category term='kfc'/><category term='KOHKWEEHUA'/><category term='Ellen Degeneres Mosaic'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='Thank you :D:D'/><category term='Sugababes'/><category term='Netherlands'/><title type='text'>I believe in angels and possibly fairies.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>464</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5163558448596202754</id><published>2011-05-07T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:57:11.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.sixbillionsecrets.com/view/Death/945719" class="surprise"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I forgot about this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of fluent-y bullshit, i've been busy recently. And possibly, for the rest of the year. Poor me :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope i still have everything inside me bye. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X &lt;3 O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-611211332443770204?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/611211332443770204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=611211332443770204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/611211332443770204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/611211332443770204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2011/03/omg-omg-omg-omg-i-forgot-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3186708241924285214</id><published>2011-03-08T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T23:03:35.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I may have been neglecting this blog but whatever. Kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving Cher Lloyd! And believing in equality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3186708241924285214?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3186708241924285214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3186708241924285214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3186708241924285214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3186708241924285214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-may-have-been-neglecting-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7406810107396508906</id><published>2011-02-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:44:13.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SOO HAPPY TODAY. NGAHAHAHAHHAHAHA. GLEEEHEHEHEHEHEHHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7406810107396508906?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7406810107396508906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7406810107396508906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7406810107396508906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7406810107396508906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-soo-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-723811332540736944</id><published>2011-02-04T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:29:50.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back to school yesterday i think.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i stayed up on Chinese New Year eve till 4am, i kinda lost track of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by school, i mean primary school. Met up with Shingying and others. David got a lot taller, everyone else grew. And turns out, MY GROUP OF FRIENDS HAVE ALL BEEN COMING BACK EVERY YEAR IN CNY EXCEPT FOR ME! WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Winnifred came late but she manage to catch us! Sorry. :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, nothing much changed, some grew, which direction, not gonna say. The bitches stayed bitchy, the one that no one really like, STILL being disliked in his secondary school. Kenna punched somemore. Nerds still nerds, still go around shaking everyone's hands and giving out oranges to every teacher he knew just like an adult. Eg. Woon Tien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hardworking ones became even hardworking-er. Eg. Brandon. Now, a student counselor and like some head of something. AND CONDUCTOR OF HIS SCHOOL'S CHOIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, random conversation.&lt;br /&gt;OH MING JUN IS IN CHOIR WTF, TOTALLY SHOCKED ME.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I was randomly talking about CCK choir, saying it has 4 boys, (lazy to say real figures and think) so Brandon and Mingjun both said in sync 'MINE HAS 3, BEAT THAT!' . And then ShingYing comes in. 'My choir got COP, beat that!'&lt;br /&gt;LOL WE WERE ALL SPEECHLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, school very tiring and nothing much to blog about. Sorry. :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Happy Chinese New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a sore throat BEFORE Chinese New Year so it totally sucks! But this year one wasn;t bad, at least not that boring. Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;*Throws chocolate coins*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-723811332540736944?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/723811332540736944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=723811332540736944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/723811332540736944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/723811332540736944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2011/02/went-back-to-school-yesterday-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2915157695346444790</id><published>2011-01-11T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:19:43.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixbillionsecrets.com/view/Death/546896"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sixbillionsecrets.com/view/Death/546896"&gt;http://www.sixbillionsecrets.com/view/Death/546896&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the beauty of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A simple poem made by a sad girl,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘One, two, three, four.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m the girl you all ignore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Five, six, seven, eight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once you notice it’ll be too late.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Strangers around reading the site left encouraging comments in the same format, continuing it, eg.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;‘Nine, ten, eleven, twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty is as much as you believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen, fouteen, fifteen, sixteen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much more vibrant than what those boys would have even seen.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This, and the love from strangers GMH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Don't you just love this?&lt;br /&gt;On the side note, been very busy and tired for the first 2 weeks so not blogging that much.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me, shall try to update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sider note, Miss Liao, our sec 1 math teacher, is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2915157695346444790?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2915157695346444790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2915157695346444790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2915157695346444790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2915157695346444790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8066403360253046002</id><published>2011-01-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:44:31.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>500th post after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year! Excited for this year, can't wait for stuff to happen. GOOD stuff hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And pleaseeeeeee, stop spamming Facebook saying 'i hope 2011 will be a good year for me' and add like ten emotes there, don't hope it will be, make it your year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make it good, it'll be great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8066403360253046002?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8066403360253046002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8066403360253046002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8066403360253046002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8066403360253046002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8611867242422001609</id><published>2010-12-30T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:13:00.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feliz Cumpleanos'/><title type='text'>Palju õnne sünnipäevaks</title><content type='html'>Since today is my birthdayyy, shall do a post about my past msn life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first discovered msn in like late P5. I had a totally shitty hotmail email address, and apparently i thought it was cool to have a long name. THEN i realized i couldn't even enter the full address in most sites. Anyway, i stuck to the email.&lt;br /&gt;Then when this hacker, (i didn't know he was one yet) in Habbo attempted to hack me, he told me to go to msn, i sent him an email LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Okay then finally, like November, in P5 my brother told me about it. I had a total offffffff, 4 friends. LOL. Or 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my nickname will be lyrics. Ohh, not oh so short lyrics, like half a whole verse of Beyonce's song. I was crazy about her Deja Vu that time, so my nickname was 'Boy i try to catch myself but i can't let it go. My sexiness is so contagious i can't let it go.' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then p6, ARGUABLY THE MOST EMBARRASSING YEAR OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, it's so extreme there's like 3 sagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure which comes first though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I tHoUgHt ThIs WaS cOoL. I'M FUCKING EMBARRSSED .&lt;br /&gt;I really thoguth it was like so totally rad the i put lyrics as my like private message, and i would slowly CaPiTaLiZe it bit by bit in patterns. AWWW, SO SCARY. *SCREAMS* AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second one is still okay but horribly lame. It's like i use this text converter at Friendster, select 'fancy' and put my full name. It would be like D10N . Or something like that. AIYAH I DON'T KNOW LAH. It's like the N smaller and like got alot of lines one. Super chio/cool LOL. And the D also. I tried to find it on Friendster but i can't find it anymore. ;l. Some people still think it's cool though, LOL. So P6 era-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LOLOLOL I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY DID THIS.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't do it severely, i only use it for lah and leh all those LOL. Example 'Leh - lehhs' or 'Lah - larrhs' . But at least i didn't do it so severely' liikex s0ome3 pe30ople3xzx. It's like a whole lto of bad shit diarrhea together in a sentence. I used to tagg people 'Heyys, remember me? Link me okayys!' Not that bad but still fucking scary and embarrassing, confirm will haunt you for life one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sec 1, my nick name's like some lyrics. MEANINGFUL CHIO LYRICS, SHORT AND SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;Like from some Alesana song, major screamo emotional band. Something like (Honestly their lyrics really not bad, and they just released an album in 2010! Alot of new potential nicknames already LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;'Sanity is slowly slipping from my hands now.' But i'll usually cut it, so it'll like stop at slipping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to this era, which is like mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cbox nickname like so plain, so i made it dION. Or was this sec 1, whatever. Not bad lah! In the original cbox font. It's like all the same so blocky. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Then i found it lame, because during the sec 1 class tee, i told Suntha to make my name dION. HE MISTOOK IT FOR dIoN . SO PAISEH RIGHT. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;So i wanted something different, and there's like nothing to change to i made it DION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Okay end of story. I soon progress and made it Dionnnn/Dion (inspired by my blog name and my name) LOL for my msn. WOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so if any of you is still stuck in any of those eras except the last one, go change and be in the last one where your name is your well, NAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please stop using Xiaomeimeixxxxx. NOT CUTE. Okay maybe still acceptable without all the x and with proper spacing, but still not cute.&lt;br /&gt;And for Facebook, no one wants to friend you if your name is Mary CookieMonster Ng, or Darren Mynameissolongohmygoshohno Tan.&lt;br /&gt;SO STOP REQUESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Birthday me. It's been 15 years, still a bitch but a kinder bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8611867242422001609?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8611867242422001609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8611867242422001609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8611867242422001609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8611867242422001609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/palju-onne-sunnipaevaks.html' title='Palju õnne sünnipäevaks'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3930342147286942303</id><published>2010-12-25T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T08:55:47.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas! (Insert Christmas Tree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy on nothing and needs to start doing presents, so bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3930342147286942303?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3930342147286942303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3930342147286942303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3930342147286942303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3930342147286942303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-insert-christmas-tree.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6187930184724218444</id><published>2010-12-15T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:09:54.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS/BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQjL1YMD1JI/AAAAAAAAA9A/EBUb3zOF4lU/s1600/tumblr_lc5lkuR9Gs1qzjfijo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQjL1YMD1JI/AAAAAAAAA9A/EBUb3zOF4lU/s320/tumblr_lc5lkuR9Gs1qzjfijo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550910658620675218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i want for Christmas or my birthday, is this shirt please. Pretty please, you can find it on amazon or ebay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an XL. $22USD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERRYTHEPLATYPUS!!!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6187930184724218444?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6187930184724218444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6187930184724218444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6187930184724218444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6187930184724218444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmasbirthday.html' title='ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS/BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQjL1YMD1JI/AAAAAAAAA9A/EBUb3zOF4lU/s72-c/tumblr_lc5lkuR9Gs1qzjfijo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-76482257218816202</id><published>2010-12-11T19:31:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T21:06:52.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson Jubilate Thing</title><content type='html'>The trip to Port Dickson was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we went to the Tuas checkpoint, which i have no fucking idea it even existed.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the tour guide stood inside the passport area explaining to people how to do it, while i was behind her. She held such a line, and i was the last cck, other school people already shouting for her to move, so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way there, i fell asleep on the bus with my eye mask, when i woke up, i realized like 3 people took pictures of me while i was sleeping. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they were playing some movie got Inferno in this small ass tv. Then we went for lousy lunch and went back to continue the movie and i was busy figuring out what it was about. It wasn't easy to see anyway, considering the fact that i sit at the second last seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNra8oasbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nSgygUoYVZg/s1600/SDC15037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNra8oasbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nSgygUoYVZg/s320/SDC15037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549397276547002802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the bus wasn't the best, the air con was shit, only on the journey back, the aircon was like eskimo cold, and the guide said it was on the lowest. So the aircon we went there with is what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, there were ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day wasn't very good, first, i realized i was rooming with Yihong in a studio room, AT THE FIFTH FLOOR.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the lift at level 5 didn't work, so have to climb down with stairs.&lt;br /&gt;AND, we realized 22A and 22 is different. Why? Our room is 22 and we tried to open 22A with the key and the woman living inside came out and gave us the most dealiest stare.&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M THE KEY HOLDER. FML, i lost the keys like three times in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The buffet meals weren't very good too, there was so many flies, everyone was swatting them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had a concert where everyone performed one song, CCB. Everyone very good and loud except us.&lt;br /&gt;And MJC guys at the back making friends with me. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;OH and one freaking kind girl from Commonwealth called Azrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, even shittier. &lt;br /&gt;First of all, the channels on the tv, there were like only 2 available. AND ONLY ONE HAS COLOR, WTF RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;And it's in hokkien, so i practically watched it the whole night about Can Qing and her mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realized my bed got blood stain at the top. :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNt_AH2dBI/AAAAAAAAA6g/p1zKv6_Quyc/s1600/P1200_08-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNt_AH2dBI/AAAAAAAAA6g/p1zKv6_Quyc/s320/P1200_08-12-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549400094982698002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's worst? I woke up with a cramp in my both my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAD TO CLIMB DOWN 5 LEVELS. And the cramps were ticklish so i walked down like a crippled laughing all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then exchange program with Deyi.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing this game called Splat. I have no fucking idea how to play the game and i squatted so many times when they didn't even shoot anyone near me.&lt;br /&gt;The whole group was laughing. :l.&lt;br /&gt;Concert we performed, no shits whether we were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sleep, and discovered more stains on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNvFUvjsqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/xrGyrEZ8NKU/s1600/P1201_08-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNvFUvjsqI/AAAAAAAAA6o/xrGyrEZ8NKU/s320/P1201_08-12-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549401303108792994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, those were from me because my leg bled LOL. But still disgusting nontheless.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fell asleep with the tv on, and i woke up, with a switched off tv.&lt;br /&gt;I thought like Yihong turned it off or something then i realized, i killed the tv LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was better, not much free time. But because the lunch area was so disgusting, it came to the point where the whole choir ate cup noodles in our own rooms instead of the buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had the SYF set piece mass learning, freaking bored. So me and Beverly got Sangwoo to translate our names into korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNwVvo9C-I/AAAAAAAAA64/_AArj37ybsk/s1600/P1910_11-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNwVvo9C-I/AAAAAAAAA64/_AArj37ybsk/s320/P1910_11-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549402684718386146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My FULL NAME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then second part of the concert, they were selling chocolates outside. Fml shouldn't have saved so much, ending up buying only one bar of chocolate, Curry Flavour. And it tastes horrible. Yihong still can tell me what recommended by some tv show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, mr low allowed us to not sleep. Winnie gave me a Pizza Hut dinner. Woo, the dinner that day wasn't that bad, they placed scented candles to drive the flies away. Fucking awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNxAQsy-VI/AAAAAAAAA7A/V9neXtoF59M/s1600/P2246_08-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNxAQsy-VI/AAAAAAAAA7A/V9neXtoF59M/s320/P2246_08-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549403415147379026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With mushroom soup and San Benedetto. Which i thought was fucking atas, but Winnie bought the sparkling one. SO FML, IT'S BITTER GASSY WATER. &lt;br /&gt;Winnie, Benjamin, Marc and Fuhuan were playing cards and all that. Then Winnie left, Beverly came and the rest left.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly and i gossiped till 3, and Yihong called to say he was coming back but fuck. He lied. And me and beverly wanted to sleep, but she didn't dare go to her room alone, i would guide her but i wouldn't want to come back alone too. :l.&lt;br /&gt;So next door opened a door, some thin girl we immediately ask for help. &lt;br /&gt;Then we realized, it's a fucking thin teacher LOL. Fucking kind please.&lt;br /&gt;We brought chopsticks to arm ourselves to stab into some burglar's eye LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then fell asleep. And yihong came back at 6. FUCKING 6AM YOU KNOW AND HE STILL CAN GO SLEEP FOR 1 HOUR LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the pictures of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0Pp0jVQI/AAAAAAAAA7o/tYrRNjS_pa4/s1600/P0706_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0Pp0jVQI/AAAAAAAAA7o/tYrRNjS_pa4/s320/P0706_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549406978123715842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0O8MwYrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Eu-DLrv8qzc/s1600/P0705_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0O8MwYrI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Eu-DLrv8qzc/s320/P0705_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549406965877203634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0ORgvkII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ig_eTSLTnao/s1600/P0536%255B02%255D_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0ORgvkII/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ig_eTSLTnao/s320/P0536%255B02%255D_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549406954418311298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0NuwWRSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/azIYd5W3RR8/s1600/P0536_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0NuwWRSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/azIYd5W3RR8/s320/P0536_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549406945088521506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0Nb4a63I/AAAAAAAAA7I/RY-V29QeX7o/s1600/P0535_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0Nb4a63I/AAAAAAAAA7I/RY-V29QeX7o/s320/P0535_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549406940022106994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's yihong sleeping in one of them. And obviously, mine's the messy one. &lt;br /&gt;Even all the laundry and shit, all mine LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0eIhJ7ZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UHI8U8wGTYA/s1600/P0709_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN0eIhJ7ZI/AAAAAAAAA7w/UHI8U8wGTYA/s320/P0709_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549407226882026898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View taken through the window, because i have no idea how to open it.&lt;br /&gt;Seems nice right? BAH but bullshit. It doesn't tell the truth, the waters is actually green. &lt;br /&gt;And you know how scary it is, it started pouring and suddenly i heard cat meows like outside the window and it's screeching and screams.&lt;br /&gt;I was like normal, then i realized, I'M AT THE FUCKING 5TH FLOOR, NO CAT CAN GO THERE. &lt;br /&gt;Then it stopped. I nearly died i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we went to the Nyonya museum, true enough, all the guides were dressed in kebayas.&lt;br /&gt;Went to some durian mega store before, got this mai ya tang in the shape of a fortune cat! *screams* And some small pack of durian stuff because it looks chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN1QCVQ4QI/AAAAAAAAA8A/f2c-cegU94k/s1600/P1626_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN1QCVQ4QI/AAAAAAAAA8A/f2c-cegU94k/s320/P1626_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549408084214997250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN1Pkx48lI/AAAAAAAAA74/0VxtRC4xdUg/s1600/P1617%255B02%255D_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN1Pkx48lI/AAAAAAAAA74/0VxtRC4xdUg/s320/P1617%255B02%255D_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549408076281999954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, i won't eat it. I'll just store it in my fridge until it rots because it's so chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the museum was horrible! No camera allowed, and only one room was in the Xiao Niang Re scene, the xiang yun fall down the window one LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Minghui were imitating everything. &lt;br /&gt;And i asked the guide if she wears the kebaya at home she says no, then i replied confirm very hot one right.&lt;br /&gt;I meant it like a, 'Confirm wear at home very hot and stuffy one' . But i think she mistook it as 'Whoever wears that fucking hot'. &lt;br /&gt;She kept smiling at me during the remaining tour, and she's like got all those bibi look LOL.&lt;br /&gt;One point i had no idea what to call them, baba or bibi, i called them babi. Wtf right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY I LOVE THEIR GIFT SHOP SUPER CHEAP AND GOT LOTS OF NICE STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;Dumb ass me decided to save for Jusco. &lt;br /&gt;BIG MISTAKE. Jusco NOTHING to buy one, only clothes lah, adn they only gave us an hour to shop. :l.&lt;br /&gt;Only got this penguin bank which i'm totally regretting because the sales woman was horrible, and the bottom looks like shit, cost me $8.90 ringgit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought food back into the bus, MUST SHOW NO MATTER HOW GROSS BECAUSE VERY CLEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN2XhWEHfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/_LsG7xBG09c/s1600/P1807%255B01%255D_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN2XhWEHfI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/_LsG7xBG09c/s320/P1807%255B01%255D_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549409312310566386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN2XTPsLRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/QdESjG9ZdeE/s1600/P1807_09-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN2XTPsLRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/QdESjG9ZdeE/s320/P1807_09-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549409308525735186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah also not nice one lah, cost me 8 ringgit ++. And while happily eating in the bus, the guide came up and scolded us saying we're supposed to meet at the entrance. WTF I NEVE RHEARD THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Shit fuck, got home and very happy. Shall end this post with stuff i bought from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Pointless, but adds color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got my friends this bookmarks AHAHAHHA, so worth it and chio, Yihong wanted to get them chocolate but i think he got them chopsticks in the end. Which i bought too, but for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3HXAbNNI/AAAAAAAAA84/jJiLgN_dGYY/s1600/P1620_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3HXAbNNI/AAAAAAAAA84/jJiLgN_dGYY/s320/P1620_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549410134169171154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3GycbuOI/AAAAAAAAA8w/WjOzsuYBY-s/s1600/P1621_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3GycbuOI/AAAAAAAAA8w/WjOzsuYBY-s/s320/P1621_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549410124354533602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3Fz75BuI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Hg9OQyeEtzw/s1600/P1619_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3Fz75BuI/AAAAAAAAA8o/Hg9OQyeEtzw/s320/P1619_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549410107575043810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3FUDyLVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2olILsK5SRQ/s1600/P1618%255B01%255D_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3FUDyLVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2olILsK5SRQ/s320/P1618%255B01%255D_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549410099018214738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3E45djrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/UpRSHbY-BCM/s1600/P1615_10-12-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQN3E45djrI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/UpRSHbY-BCM/s320/P1615_10-12-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549410091727163058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, concluding the Port Deekson trip, it's kinda horrible. And i feel very bored in Singapore now, like nothing to do. PLUS I REALLY MISS THEIR COKE, SO GET ME SOME IF YOU'RE THERE PLEASE AND THANK YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-76482257218816202?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/76482257218816202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=76482257218816202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/76482257218816202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/76482257218816202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/port-dickson-jubilate-thing.html' title='Port Dickson Jubilate Thing'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TQNra8oasbI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nSgygUoYVZg/s72-c/SDC15037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1777544311179997015</id><published>2010-12-10T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:07:27.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Don't you just love 2010?&lt;br /&gt;Sure it may be shit, but it sure changes you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't possibly change your ideas, but it gave me more opportunities, more chances, and more stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity widened, fears explored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1777544311179997015?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1777544311179997015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1777544311179997015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1777544311179997015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1777544311179997015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8923168051360380363</id><published>2010-12-03T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:09:47.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh fuck i lied. Soon lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia with choir soon, in like 3 days. I'm veryyyyy scared to go with them by a coach travelling at 80km/h . And thus, taking 6 hours. &lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of dying there or something, CHOY. But worst, SPENDING MY LAST FEW MOMENTS WITH CHOIR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALL THE REVIEWS ABOUT THE RESORT WE'RE STAYING IN ARE FUCKING BAD! IT'S LIKE, MAYBE AFTER THIS I'LL APPRECIATE OUR SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhhhhhhh, i'm very restless right now and can't blog. Aah, fts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8923168051360380363?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8923168051360380363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8923168051360380363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8923168051360380363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8923168051360380363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/ahh-fuck-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-72767174531743618</id><published>2010-12-01T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:14:48.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2010 has been shit, but i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah shall elaborate tomorrow. Choir killed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-72767174531743618?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/72767174531743618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=72767174531743618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/72767174531743618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/72767174531743618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-has-been-shit-but-i-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2966835912611801830</id><published>2010-11-26T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:07:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 things i would want to do before i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to Disneyland with my family.&lt;br /&gt;2. Start helping people.&lt;br /&gt;3. To save someone.&lt;br /&gt;4. Earn my first paycheck. &lt;br /&gt;5. Be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you if you think i'm hypocritical. I don't live for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2966835912611801830?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2966835912611801830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2966835912611801830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2966835912611801830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2966835912611801830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/5-things-i-would-want-to-do-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4694923506709434260</id><published>2010-11-19T23:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:36:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Far East again!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, not a happy place, only happy with the Kungfu milk tea and the zhu cha fen.&lt;br /&gt;Woo, sound like some chinese expert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically walked around the whole street there and visited every mall except Lucky Plaza. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Ion is it? Got this magic food which everyone seems to know about but me, 'Mai Ya Tang' . It's so fucking awesome and like twirly. It's basically caramel but it's like semi liquid and solid balancing on two chopsticks, sticky like no fucking other, and only cost one dollar.&lt;br /&gt;It's NOT NICE. It's nice to lick, but there isn't any taste, when you bite, the taste is like very mild, it's like the taste of the seaweed holding your sushi and your prawn/egg/seafood stick together. And most probably, when you bite, it sticks to the back of your teeth and you'll have a damn hard time getting it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after so much fun of attempting to eat it, i swung my hand accidentaly and it stuck to the wall. Plucked it out, and throw. Grosssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the basement i think, ate loads of random shit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Far East, got a drink and talked about our future. :(.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, possibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we left. :(. &lt;br /&gt;Aiyah i'm fucking lazy to write, there wasn't a 190. So we took 700, which resulted in a horrible way, fucking long journey, highway was horrible, and the driver was like some trainee who brakes every 20 metres. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I JUST REMEMBERED SOMETHING LOL. &lt;br /&gt;I BROKE A PENCIL IN PROLOGUE, i thought it was like the rubbery bendy types i always see in blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;And since the pencil top is bent to the shape of a treble clef, i just bend it, and it broke LOLOLOL. loud ass sound, and i'm major guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm really pissed with channel 5. And your mascot is irritating and when someone puts on the costume, we can see the 'pipes' bent to make the circle shape of your happy little alien. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, you fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sorry, i don't have any photos. And Sheryl haven't upload them, so picture them in black and white stick man. Make me A BIT fatter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4694923506709434260?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4694923506709434260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4694923506709434260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4694923506709434260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4694923506709434260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/went-to-far-east-again-okay-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1979370273274080744</id><published>2010-11-18T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:45:44.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, better post tomorrow since we're going Far East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, been playing Transformice. And i just bought a new item. :DDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOU6uP9MBaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/EHrgWO8giKY/s1600/MARGEHUNT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOU6uP9MBaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/EHrgWO8giKY/s320/MARGEHUNT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540899482780829090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, picture is suckish. But only because i converted it into Jpeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can you see which mouse is the most eye catching one? Apart from the body (rat) paint because i was the shaman. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IT'S THE MARGE SIMPSONS'S FAMOUS BLUE HAIR . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOU7mwElOlI/AAAAAAAAA54/ETgL1nH4LgM/s1600/TRANSFORMICE%2BMARGE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOU7mwElOlI/AAAAAAAAA54/ETgL1nH4LgM/s320/TRANSFORMICE%2BMARGE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540900453474450002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESYESYES LOL. I GOT IT WITH MY HARD EARNED CHEESE. LOL 200 HOR, VERY HARD TO EARN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAIII.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1979370273274080744?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1979370273274080744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1979370273274080744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1979370273274080744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1979370273274080744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay-better-post-tomorrow-since-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOU6uP9MBaI/AAAAAAAAA5w/EHrgWO8giKY/s72-c/MARGEHUNT.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6939109615058164612</id><published>2010-11-16T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T19:34:47.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gaga's meat dress isn't original.&lt;br /&gt;She totally ripped it off from Mark Ryden's Incarnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOJsANaUu4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/sMogizpEW4M/s1600/hm020810_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOJsANaUu4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/sMogizpEW4M/s320/hm020810_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540109242475002754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out how he draws the painting here. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dupxHaHx7rA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dupxHaHx7rA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6939109615058164612?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6939109615058164612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6939109615058164612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6939109615058164612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6939109615058164612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/gagas-meat-dress-isnt-original.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TOJsANaUu4I/AAAAAAAAA5o/sMogizpEW4M/s72-c/hm020810_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6870099939975082043</id><published>2010-11-12T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:34:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Someone on Facebook posted the status 'Humans are getting ridiculous nowadays'. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, agree and disagree. Neutral stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT SOMEONE COMMENTED. &lt;br /&gt;Btw, you may think i'm some nosey little fucker but it just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;'No doubt, after the slashing in BukitPanjang, humans are ridiculous.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF HOW SELFISH CAN THIS GET?!?!&lt;br /&gt;You mean the slashings  in Downtown is not horrible? Only when it gets closer to you, i presume, then you start saying? How fucking selfish can this person get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i don't know the reason on slashing so i won't comment but seriously? Only speaking just because it's closer to you? Why don't you say in 2012, there's maybe a war or something and 3 million people die. Since you're in Singapore, it doesn't matter since it's so far. &lt;br /&gt;Then when it goes to China and like similar number of people die, then you realized how important the how situation is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. This post is just a rant, don't take it to heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6870099939975082043?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6870099939975082043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6870099939975082043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6870099939975082043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6870099939975082043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8233617731457840778</id><published>2010-11-09T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:46:29.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know something is wrong when both toilet seats are down.</title><content type='html'>Yes, when both toilet seats are down in the handicap toilet.&lt;br /&gt;The kids one and the adult, mustering all the courgae i attempt to get some tissue/toilet paper, but there doesn't seem to be a start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I peel half of it, but too thin. I lift it up, and in between the wedge between the full lid and the circled lid, there, lays something hidden.&lt;br /&gt;Something orange with a string. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TNlem5RvveI/AAAAAAAAA48/jSc4stQOde0/s1600/P1508_09-11-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TNlem5RvveI/AAAAAAAAA48/jSc4stQOde0/s320/P1508_09-11-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537561239132028386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tampon. Well, either that or some sex toy. &lt;br /&gt;Seems new though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8233617731457840778?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8233617731457840778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8233617731457840778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8233617731457840778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8233617731457840778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-know-something-is-wrong-when-both.html' title='You know something is wrong when both toilet seats are down.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TNlem5RvveI/AAAAAAAAA48/jSc4stQOde0/s72-c/P1508_09-11-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5192981414004578942</id><published>2010-11-03T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:11:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the last session of AEM today. Like finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with Dalia and Enrui is Mdm Siti's car. LOL. She was clueless about the roads and so were we.&lt;br /&gt;We're suppose to go to Yio Chu Kang then Nanyang Polythecnic, but me and Enrui suggested a wrong turn by accident and we ended up in Sengkang then Punggol. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TNFsj3t-w3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/Yf657GbdjKM/s1600/mrt_map_big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TNFsj3t-w3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/Yf657GbdjKM/s320/mrt_map_big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535324780523078514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the image to enlarge and see. &lt;br /&gt;AND, we were talking and discussing we nearly hit a truck LOL. We screamedddddd, and the truck just somehow magically went faster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a heat wave in the car too, just open the door, and bend a little, and you can feel the microwave effect brushing against your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached there 15 minutes late only! Not bad, since we got lost like all the way to the other side, and presented. CB GOT FILMING, AND IS LIKE LITERALLY TV CREW FILM NOT A FUCKING IPHONE OR SOME SONY ERRICSSON CAMCORDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they left after our group presented, WHICH IS FIRST. Majorly pointless, even told me to fake a pose and point to the screen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddddd, when aem ends, choir starts. And since they don't believe that i really attend the aem, i'm kicked out of the performance. And Mr Awesome Low suggested that i help out, WHICH MEANS JUST WALK AROUND ACTING LIKE I KNOW EVERYTHING. AHAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking tired, bye. CAN'T WAIT TO DO CRAFTS IN THE MORNING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5192981414004578942?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5192981414004578942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5192981414004578942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5192981414004578942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5192981414004578942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/11/went-to-last-session-of-aem-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TNFsj3t-w3I/AAAAAAAAA4w/Yf657GbdjKM/s72-c/mrt_map_big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2145218815793396245</id><published>2010-10-30T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T13:47:38.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm stuck at home on a Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;Watching dipshit Okto shows. Okay lah, the one i'm watching isn't, it's so good i actually recorded it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It's Finger Tips! Okay a kidier alternative for Art Attack. But no one can just stop to wonder how they made it so amazing and yet when they draw it live on screen it looks so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay shit, the show just finished there's nothing to watch now. :(. As i dumbly remind myself of how i told my father to cancel MTV and get Discovery because they had a special on Jesus's Spear or something. And when i received the channel with perfect reception, the special over already.&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS NOTHING TO WATCH. I swear, mornings are the worst time to watch tv, unless you're like all the old folks who love to watch this Wayang shows on Channel 8 or the re runs of Channel 8 dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Disney Channel is no better,  showing some lame ass kids show and Mr Bean. While Nickelodeon shows all this stupid shows which is such a failure, like Chinatoon's Keke's story and Ni Hao Kai Lan. NOT TO FORGET ANIMALIA. Who's timeslot is now at 8pm daily.&lt;br /&gt;What happen to all the TeenNick shows?! Like Kenan And Kel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on Cartoon Network, it's so dark and gloomy. The shows are nice but you must like watch a few episodes before realizing that, kinda think of it, most of their shows are not bad, but they're still gonna be left as my last alternative for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, with my sad face, still hesitating if i should scratch that rash on my arm from camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH. Shall try to watch The Exorcist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2145218815793396245?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2145218815793396245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2145218815793396245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2145218815793396245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2145218815793396245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-stuck-at-home-on-saturday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1885710932270651075</id><published>2010-10-27T16:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:09:07.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp's a big bitch.</title><content type='html'>I nearly drowned twice, and jumped off a 3rd level building.&lt;br /&gt;In total, i tried 2 types of dying suicide methods.&lt;br /&gt;Guess where i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you guessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHANGI CAMELOT CAMP.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you're right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1, when i got there, almost crying already. Cycled, with my fucking fear. Got bruises on my hands and short ones on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD IS HORRID. Sleep, worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Improvised Rafting.&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST THING EVER. Anyway, it worked until one more person was added to the other side and the other side just toppled over to the side.&lt;br /&gt;ZipLine.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to shower SOOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;Had no idea went to jump, was scared like crazy. The instructor didn't want to tell me, so i jumped. And screamed. The loudest.&lt;br /&gt;So loud that Enrui said that even those at the kayaking side could hear.&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;Capsized twice. First time was because of the currents.&lt;br /&gt;Second one, was immediately and the water went up my nose burning, and loads of stuff came out. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;So paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Then kayaked around so fucking tired, not fun and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned the campfire in a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALOT OF FUCKING CREATURES. SOME FLIES NOT EVEN DISCOVERED YET.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKING COCKROACHES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peformed, scream at every cheer! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, (today)&lt;br /&gt;Sat on the uneven concrete floor with loads of sand for the last time with our bags!&lt;br /&gt;Ate the shit food for one last time, cleaned the teacher's lounge and went to rest. Love all the teachers there when they're not teaching. :l.&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Mdm Tan, got us drinks. :D.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy thought we didn't do any work and told us to clean, loser. Not my fault you're destined to clean the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Sharen, WOOOOO SHOCKEDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;And did a survey AND THEN OFF TO HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH I ACTUALLY CRIED NOW. SO TOUCHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall rest now, taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only miss two/three instructors.&lt;br /&gt;The Gieve/Jim or Jiamin, THE TOTALLY AWESOME ONE.&lt;br /&gt;The Kayak/cycling one, tan and friendly long hair with ponytail. AWESOME FRIENDLY.&lt;br /&gt;And Nadiah. THE HAPPY ONE. Even though i got scolded for talking when i yawned? :l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1885710932270651075?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1885710932270651075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1885710932270651075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1885710932270651075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1885710932270651075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/10/camps-big-bitch.html' title='Camp&apos;s a big bitch.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5733012935025005486</id><published>2010-10-22T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:34:19.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SO HAPPY I CAN DIE.</title><content type='html'>I'M DANCING LIKE THERE'S A FUCKING SALE AT MACY'S FUCKING SALE AT MACY'S. &lt;br /&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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TMGD6Fk2XAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Iy7H3lwWb1c/s1600/FUCKINGSALEATMACYS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TMGD6Fk2XAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Iy7H3lwWb1c/s320/FUCKINGSALEATMACYS.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530846851340065794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A GIF, SO CLICK ON IT AND SEE. REALLY VERY WORTH IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: OKAY IT ISN'T PLAYING BUT WHATEVER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5733012935025005486?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5733012935025005486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5733012935025005486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5733012935025005486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5733012935025005486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-happy-i-can-die.html' title='SO HAPPY I CAN DIE.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TMGD6Fk2XAI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Iy7H3lwWb1c/s72-c/FUCKINGSALEATMACYS.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1695999109183594377</id><published>2010-10-21T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:25:38.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love my angels, i thank them for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out more of Kerli, especially on her Formspring. SHE REPLIED ME! YEAHH. *Dances like an old maddie with a sale at Macys' . TWO SOMEMORE AHAHHA. Or 3, SHE'S AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also loving Bjork and Imogen Heap, they're gorgeous art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TMBa5Bbc53I/AAAAAAAAA4E/dI4S0Nqo218/s1600/Dpzc3s.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TMBa5Bbc53I/AAAAAAAAA4E/dI4S0Nqo218/s320/Dpzc3s.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530520278093588338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's a GIF, apparently, it won't play. LOL. So click on the D, and open the picture and view. Very normal but i think it's awesomeeeeeee! &lt;br /&gt;The thought of making more is great, but thinking of the work i have to do, *facepalm*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1695999109183594377?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1695999109183594377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1695999109183594377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1695999109183594377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1695999109183594377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/10/love-my-angels-i-thank-them-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TMBa5Bbc53I/AAAAAAAAA4E/dI4S0Nqo218/s72-c/Dpzc3s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1225171164756065389</id><published>2010-10-15T19:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T20:31:35.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Far East Plaza, don't like the looks of that place. Plus, unless you're a rich spoilt brat with at least a grand in your wallet, expect to feel left out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugis, isn't as bad. But it's so packed that if there's a fire, everyone will probably die in 5 minutes or less, not bad!&lt;br /&gt;Then Iluma. Got an awesome tee shirt from this Thailand event, saw the fashion show, mediocre but good, MY SHIRT IS AWESOME. &lt;br /&gt;Wanted the duck, but couldn't find it, and was majorly paiseh to ask. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;Got it for ten bucks, they should seriously start a franchise here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH, remembered our late lunch at Far East, was cheap and not bad! The woman who ate there also very nice, gave us her receipt. :D. 5 receipts - one pancake, we had 4. Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queued up fucking long for Koi, waited for 40 cups for hours. Me, the fat one got 50% sugar. Sheryl, the 'fat' one, got 0%. And Veralyn, the fucking skinny looks like an anorexic one, got 70%. Enrui didn't get, he's pissed, i jokingly told him to walk off and he did. Well, lucky you.&lt;br /&gt;Because, BAM. Fucking cups was so horrible, mine was barely half full, all ice, and barely had taste, a small hint of it. Sheryl's, was the worst. So much for being healthy, it was buttered egg water. VERALYN, got the best. Motherfucking nice milk tea of hers.&lt;br /&gt;And the pearls are mediocre lah! &lt;br /&gt;Fucking gave me all the false hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the straw, very chio but normal LOL. It's just the packing, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This two marking days have been joyous, been making bead sprites, and watched movies. Those are dope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, ONLY GIRL'S MUSIC VIDEO IS OUT. SO WATCH IT BITCHES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, was planning such a nice post in my head in the afternoon and night, it's gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, it's life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Life to someone who's drunk, that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1225171164756065389?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1225171164756065389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1225171164756065389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1225171164756065389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1225171164756065389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/10/yes-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3423939124039241244</id><published>2010-10-13T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:20:56.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over yes, but don't Facebook that like three times a day with fucking loads of exclamation marks and some '1's at the back because you didn't hold shift long enough. &lt;br /&gt;And, don't Facebook about how sad your life is like you broke up and update about all the emotional statuses. No one wants that, we're not your psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive, will update tomorrow. Relax, assholes. If you're the kind that still goes back home and study, kill yourself. You're a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3423939124039241244?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3423939124039241244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3423939124039241244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3423939124039241244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3423939124039241244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/10/exams-are-over-yes-but-dont-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2755681899561878467</id><published>2010-09-26T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:34:27.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm very lazy to blog kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Somerset to celebrate sheshwesh's birthday. Went to Forever21 to buy earrings for whoevers birthday is coming up, NO LONGER A FOREVR21 VIRGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i forgot like half of it that happened but i remember something fucking scary.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the bus, and diagonally opposite me, sat this guy who's friend like told him to sit there.&lt;br /&gt;He looks like a thai monk, like the one in Phobia 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJ7LB2pmcjI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LTkbrXSeeCM/s1600/phobia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJ7LB2pmcjI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LTkbrXSeeCM/s320/phobia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521073425913115186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one! Well, just that the one on the bus had hair and a wider chin/jawline. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he was staring at me like mad and i stared back but he didn't stop! And he looks like he's cursing me, so i called Sheryl and told her in chinese, and he turned back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11one &lt;br /&gt;FUCKING SCARY OMG, AT THAT POINT OF TIME I WAS SO SCARED I NEARLY CRIED AND LEFT MY SLEEP.  &lt;br /&gt;Well, then he proceeded to stare at Enrui, even when he was dozing off, he stared. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY IT'S VERY SCARY, AND IT'S VERY LIKELY I'M GONNA BE ON A HIATUS UNTIL THE END OF THE END OF YEARS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, CHECK THIS PICTURE OUT. SO COOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJ7M6rW9KAI/AAAAAAAAA1g/eJNL0wNNeXc/s1600/phobia-2-haa-phrang-2009-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJ7M6rW9KAI/AAAAAAAAA1g/eJNL0wNNeXc/s320/phobia-2-haa-phrang-2009-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521075501646292994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S CHARLIE TRAIRAT AND HE'S VERY AWESOME IN THE SHOW. WOOO, HE SAVED EVERYONE, BUT THIS GIRL THOUGHT HE WAS CRAZY AND SHOT HIM. _|_. CB MOTHERFUCKER, BUT SHE DIED IN THE END SO HAH! AHAHAHHA. LULZZZZZ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: No offence to anyone who is somehow offended by this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2755681899561878467?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2755681899561878467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2755681899561878467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2755681899561878467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2755681899561878467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-very-lazy-to-blog-kill-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJ7LB2pmcjI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/LTkbrXSeeCM/s72-c/phobia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7797898164918217705</id><published>2010-09-22T21:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:16:11.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Day</title><content type='html'>It's mooncake day, i'm at home barely studying for my math test while trying to stay up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a slut that fucks you and you won't get joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter's a bitch because of a virus, and i got affected because of some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Still can tweet, but i can't really access my homepage or my profile, fuck i wanna kick small animals . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped a fire extinguisher today, twice. I'm losing it, you'll soon see me barely able to walk a straight line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start practicing, or i'll end up like Lindsay Lohan, sounds attractive though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye, taa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the way i blog's like a slut. :(.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7797898164918217705?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7797898164918217705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7797898164918217705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7797898164918217705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7797898164918217705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/mooncake-day.html' title='Mooncake Day'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8492418686697358279</id><published>2010-09-19T20:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:55:35.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Degeneres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mosaic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ellen Degeneres Mosaic'/><title type='text'>Ellen Mosaic !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay pardon me for being boastful/show-off/action or whatever, but for this post, IT IS GONNA BE ALL OF THE ABOVE BECAUSE I'M HAPPY AND EXCITED BEYOND WORDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP THIS MORNING, AFTER PLAYING BUBBLE BASH 2 LIKE SHIT. Bloody levels so hard.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i came down and turn on the laptop and checked my Echofon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FROZE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYES8cQWsI/AAAAAAAAA1A/WsP4t5igBVQ/s1600/Ellen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYES8cQWsI/AAAAAAAAA1A/WsP4t5igBVQ/s320/Ellen.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518603116897917634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS SO EXCITED. &lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, i thought it was some prank at first, but i didn't think it would. So, i clicked on the site, charged my laptop, (it won't fully load if it runs on battery because the laptop's shit slow.) . AND BAM A MOSAIC OF ELLEN CAME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYGATVUTAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rwPu4V3skiU/s1600/EllenMosiacc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYGATVUTAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/rwPu4V3skiU/s320/EllenMosiacc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518604995648572418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS STUNNED FOR LIKE 2 MINUTES AND JUST STARED. LOL . I thought my twitter picture was like individually there or something LOL SO PAISEH.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I REALIZEEEEEEEEEEEEE, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A MOSAIC OF PEOPLE WHO TWEETED '#EllenAtTheVMAs' OR SOMETHING. AND I DID THAT, I DIDN'T REMEMBER WHEN THOUGH LOL. &lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, IT'S ALL THEIR PROFILE PICTURES, AND I STARTED TO FIND IT PAINSTAKINGLY WITHOUT ANY HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up, soon enough. I tried to click the find button. -.- . I accessed my Twitter account, and it only said that i was in there.&lt;br /&gt;So i carried on finding, and then i realized i could scroll down somemore. FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there i was! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYG_9oQOuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q9NJaMhFVmA/s1600/EllenMosiac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYG_9oQOuI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/q9NJaMhFVmA/s320/EllenMosiac.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518606089334045410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i also realize, it was a tweet i retweeted LOL. BLUR MOI . &lt;br /&gt;And walaoooo, i wanted to be on her, or the logo or something but i'm in the middle of nowhere in the blue background. :l.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSHHH BUT NEVERMIND . I'M ON ELLEN! AHAHAHHA BEAT THAT .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN DEGENERES MOSAIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111oneone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/widget/mosaic-widget.php"&gt;CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE SITE. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8492418686697358279?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8492418686697358279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8492418686697358279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8492418686697358279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8492418686697358279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/ellen-mosaic.html' title='Ellen Mosaic !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TJYES8cQWsI/AAAAAAAAA1A/WsP4t5igBVQ/s72-c/Ellen.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3928028398256077978</id><published>2010-09-13T22:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:25:54.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChatRoulette experience</title><content type='html'>Okay, short blogpost because i managed to get back my webcam, and i went to chatroulette like immediately. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47df2kF7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/xGwYlRR_Fjc/s1600/Hadagun+Gamer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47df2kF7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/xGwYlRR_Fjc/s320/Hadagun+Gamer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516411971528038322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I MET THIS OBSSESIVE GAMER WITH A HAND GUN. HE WAS HOLDING IT UPWARDS BUT SOON PUT IT DOWN SO FAST I COULDN'T SCREEN SHOT LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47cpwCQsI/AAAAAAAAAzA/-92m6c1OFPA/s1600/NathanKress+lookalike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47cpwCQsI/AAAAAAAAAzA/-92m6c1OFPA/s320/NathanKress+lookalike.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516411957005140674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NATHAN KRESS LOOKALIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47btFpaEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W-lZ9HjTvcc/s1600/Someguyreading.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47btFpaEI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W-lZ9HjTvcc/s320/Someguyreading.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516411940721223746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. IT'S A GUY READING, SO ENGROSS THAT HE DIDN'T NOTICE ME. Well, until i screenshot, he looked up. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: notice my picture, lighting was a bit bad so i held the sign 'No boobs please. :)'&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47a4k-0vI/AAAAAAAAAyw/hn4stD3IGYE/s1600/ANOTHEGUYREADING.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47a4k-0vI/AAAAAAAAAyw/hn4stD3IGYE/s320/ANOTHEGUYREADING.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516411926625571570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I SOON REVEALED MY FACE, IN NOT REALLY GOOD LIGHTING, AND ANOTHER GUY READING, I THINK THIS ONE DIDN'T NOTICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI5BZmAe-CI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mmL2aVxD2ig/s1600/Anothermasturbatingass.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI5BZmAe-CI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mmL2aVxD2ig/s320/Anothermasturbatingass.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418501530548258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL WITH TROUSERS. BLEH PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENN, ALL THE PORN MASTURBATING FREAKS CAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware: The following pictures can be offensive and please scroll down only if you're 18 or above. Yes, it is censored though.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, as if you would go away, you'll probably ignore this and just view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI4_9_57_rI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Cd0JmK3ds1A/s1600/GUY2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI4_9_57_rI/AAAAAAAAA0g/Cd0JmK3ds1A/s320/GUY2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516416927934447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI4_8vg8suI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZRQuWWuY0rI/s1600/GUY+2+SHOT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI4_8vg8suI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ZRQuWWuY0rI/s320/GUY+2+SHOT.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516416906354799330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GROSSER .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI5Ao88xZAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DgvopJWbReA/s1600/GUY+2+SHOT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI5Ao88xZAI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DgvopJWbReA/s320/GUY+2+SHOT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516417665875403778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY APPARENTLY, THIS IS THE FIRST GUY, I GOT HIM AGAIN AND HE SHOT. WTF GROSS CB. And my espression was horrible, so i jitter-ed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, ENDING IT  WITH THE MOST HILARIOUS ONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI5Bx8uVSUI/AAAAAAAAA04/APgtXoGVKAg/s1600/Guyindiapers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI5Bx8uVSUI/AAAAAAAAA04/APgtXoGVKAg/s320/Guyindiapers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516418919945292098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLLLL. A FAT OLD MAN IN HIS DIAPERS/UNDERWEAR DOING HIS WORK. AND HE REALLY DIDN'T NOTICE ME AT ALL. LOL, I STAYED FOR AT LEAST 3 MINUTES, SCREENSHOTTING EVERYTHING . &lt;br /&gt;LOL, MY FACE WAS MAJORLY GROSSED OUT BUT THEN I BURST OUT LAUGHING LOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokayyyy, tomorrow's oral. Kinda excited for some reason.:l. But also very scared. :( &lt;br /&gt;Whatever, i'm weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3928028398256077978?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3928028398256077978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3928028398256077978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3928028398256077978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3928028398256077978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/chatroulette-experience.html' title='ChatRoulette experience'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TI47df2kF7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/xGwYlRR_Fjc/s72-c/Hadagun+Gamer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5786878112722033352</id><published>2010-09-11T23:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:35:42.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW CANDY TIN CAN AND WHY I NEED A HAIR CUT PRONTO.</title><content type='html'>Went to my mother's office.&lt;br /&gt;Ate the porridge at Amoy Street. AWESOME. I added loads of soy sauce so it's more than fucking awesome. YouTiao i bought was fresh, fucking crispy. Had the raw fish but was not nice today, had some sharp hard thing, bones(?) and something else. The new guy cut not nice. :(. Last week's one nicer.&lt;br /&gt;And the sink area, they have an advertisement board which is a shiny slightly silver mirror with electronic ads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyways, i did my work in the conference room, doodled on the board, &lt;i&gt;and two dots on the walls&lt;/i&gt;. LOL. Two dots only, and i managed to erase it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then helped my mother pack all her files and documents of other compnies into a box, fucking lots, one whole decade's work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to OG. Crowded little mother fucker, only 5th level somemore, and there's loads of auntie's chatting there like their own world, at the end of the escalator. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bought stuff and home.&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMG TIME TO SHOW YOU THE CANDY TIN. &lt;br /&gt;THE SPONGEBOB ONE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIud9pMvXSI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vUxe_LqbXA4/s1600/P1758_11-09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIud9pMvXSI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vUxe_LqbXA4/s320/P1758_11-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515675851002174754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIud9NsSVLI/AAAAAAAAAyA/kWwUwlZwnog/s1600/P1758%5B01%5D_11-09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIud9NsSVLI/AAAAAAAAAyA/kWwUwlZwnog/s320/P1758%5B01%5D_11-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515675843618297010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TWO SIDES! :D. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT HAD AN ICARLY/SPONGEBOB TAGG BUT I TOOK/TORE IT OFF LOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN I OPENED IT, THINKING IT HAD NO CANDY. I WAS WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIuex_0dw_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TLs6aCGQ4Yo/s1600/P1759_11-09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIuex_0dw_I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/TLs6aCGQ4Yo/s320/P1759_11-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515676750427571186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIDN'T DARE TO TRY THE SWEET, SO I DECIDED TO ADD THE ONE I BOUGHT.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIugG3YvJAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/G4K7oGgDYdY/s1600/P1759%5B01%5D_11-09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIugG3YvJAI/AAAAAAAAAyY/G4K7oGgDYdY/s320/P1759%5B01%5D_11-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515678208452666370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POIFUL &lt;b&gt;SOFT&lt;/b&gt; . &lt;br /&gt; NOT SOFT AT ALL LOR CB, AND ATSTE SO HORRIBLY, WORST THAN A JELLY BEAN. ME AND MY MOTHER TRIED AND WE WERE FUCKING SPEECHLESS, NOT EVEN THE INSIDE IS SOFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my father/mother told me it may melt because it's metal. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say i could only add those with wrappers. So, ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIugmbQaeWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/iwdoq3Zt9DE/s1600/P1803_11-09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIugmbQaeWI/AAAAAAAAAyg/iwdoq3Zt9DE/s320/P1803_11-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515678750657378658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, GELATINE MILKY CANDY, NOT CHOCOLATE OR YOGHURT, NEVER TRIED YOGHURT, CHOCOLATE IS HORRIBLE. AND A NOUGAT. LOL . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY DONEEEEEEEEE, LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to end it off, my charred dustbin, it caught fire on Wednesday i think, for some reason, nothing harmed, just fucking smelly. Then it smelled like Bak Kwa. :l. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIuhiDEP_TI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VdfxTPVDLzE/s1600/P1424%5B01%5D_08-09-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIuhiDEP_TI/AAAAAAAAAyo/VdfxTPVDLzE/s320/P1424%5B01%5D_08-09-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515679774956059954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND WHY I SHOULD CUT MY HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;1. Thick, and hot.&lt;br /&gt;2. That time i was bathing and washing my hair, a small fly came out died. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hard to maintain . (?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up the rest yourself okay! Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5786878112722033352?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5786878112722033352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5786878112722033352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5786878112722033352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5786878112722033352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-new-candy-tin-can-and-why-i-need.html' title='MY NEW CANDY TIN CAN AND WHY I NEED A HAIR CUT PRONTO.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TIud9pMvXSI/AAAAAAAAAyI/vUxe_LqbXA4/s72-c/P1758_11-09-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6141005262345051441</id><published>2010-09-09T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:58:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored, and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be more exhausted during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;There's biology today, i went, with Norah and Sara, late. Didn't do much, and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are passing too fast, 1 week just isn't enough for me. There's so many stuff to do, to watch, to listen, but yet, there's nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from homework, which i have yet to even touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sit here, blogging, waiting for the Mac Delivery man to come with my dinner because my asswipe brother's too lazy to buy, well, me too, i hereby cancel my diet.&lt;br /&gt;It never worked, and no one ever believed in me, shall stick to what i always said 'Let NS do the job.' . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bubble of life is so dullllllllllllllllll. Pshh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6141005262345051441?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6141005262345051441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6141005262345051441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6141005262345051441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6141005262345051441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-bored-and-im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8803857322828164235</id><published>2010-09-03T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:34:33.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to East Coast Park yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'beach', we had to clean.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I was totally expecting them to give us all those long long pointy sharp sticks to poke the rubbish up, or at least tongs. BUT THEY GAVE US PLASTIC GLOVES.&lt;br /&gt;ONE GLOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Noooo, not a pair, ONE.&lt;br /&gt;I took two though, and while putting them on, my nail tore it, fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach is fucking sandy, okay it's a beach, sand is a must, but there's too much.&lt;br /&gt;And 15 minutes in to the cleaning, i gave up, my glove flew away, and i threw the rubbish bag into Richmond's.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one litter anyways, which is an oreo wrapper which we threw, and it kept falling out, we picked it like five times. So good deed count : 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walked majorly far, NO VENDING MACHINES. &lt;br /&gt;Kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring.&lt;br /&gt;Had to clean my table, SOMEBODY VANDALIZE.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahha, joking. It's me LOL. And the Sharpie is so strong and resistant that at least ten people all came at one time and helped to rub the table, all at different points. LOL, useless. Sharpie WIN, us FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;Choir was a boreee, sick also cannot go home. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, i rant enough in my private blog.&lt;br /&gt;Check my tumblr bitchesssssssssssss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8803857322828164235?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8803857322828164235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8803857322828164235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8803857322828164235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8803857322828164235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/went-to-east-coast-park-yesterday-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4781677721224945198</id><published>2010-09-01T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T16:30:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long post i finally posted after 2 damn weeks.</title><content type='html'>It's not everyday you get food poisoning from a shitty japanese buffet.&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of the desserts, but have no plans to upload them.&lt;br /&gt;Mere thought of them makes me puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to school yesterday for the Teachers' Day Concert.&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, concert, didn't they use that word when we were like in primary school? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had to go back to class and do some stuff first. Prepare some presents or soemthing i think, and IIIII. So proudly, brought 1, and already packed it nicely. But it got crumpled in my bag, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for CaiLaoShi, great chinese teacher which the whole class never listens to. Aiyah, the present's kinda cheap. Okay, it is, it's 2 bucks. Last minute decision, it's the 3 Correction Tape for $2 one. LOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to get for her, and besides, i originally plan to buy the rose thing on Monday, but i was as sick as shit. So i had to make do with this. &lt;br /&gt;At least i bothered to dig out from the whole box, all three pink ones for her okay. And i saw her use it before, and it beats some retards giving red pens, so this is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then we headed down to the halllll, for the 'concert'. Had to sit in a line, because of our dirt filled small sized hall. Performance started, forgot half of it anyway, so no point saying.&lt;br /&gt;There's a Michael Jackson tribute halfway, and i was like WTF. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, no disrespects to Michael Jackson, but.  ISN'T IT SUPPOSED TO BE TEACHERS DAY?!&lt;br /&gt;And, there they are giving Michael Jackson a tribute, and they used some ulu song of his which was never popular.&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Criminal, who ever heard of that! Anyway, while they were dancing and all, i was feeling totally lost and day dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;Then Alif, AHAH! At least his 'Mdm Asmahan' song, overwriting the lyrics of Speechless was better, and 4/9's play/skit for the teachers, ending nearly made me cry but i didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance was alright, but isn't the dance steps sort of repeated? Anyway, they danced well, with people from different kinds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed to Lot 1. And received the news from ShingYing that Pei Hwa's gates will only open at 1. Wtf much. And i had fucking gastric/diarrhea/food poisoning/ vomiting symptoms so i didn't really go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at the food court, love gummy bears. Those multi-colored bears made of gummy stuff with different flavours. Not from Haribo, but still not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library, saw Huda, Nadiah and Dina, rest a while and i think we then went to ITE.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. Subway, Sheryl got cheated, 7.50 for a student meal worth set. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, then to ITE West. &lt;br /&gt;MEt this three malay girls, one of them still in our school, find it hard to smile at her when she's alone. :L.&lt;br /&gt;But when i saw three of them together, gave them the fucking biggest smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Candy, no Sticky. It's always out of stock there, as if they ever restocked. &lt;br /&gt;Then to the Eco-Friendly Foodcourt.&lt;br /&gt;At this point, i was already walking around like a woman in labour cramps. It's not the shit kind, it's some pain that's un-go-able . Like gastric or something lah.&lt;br /&gt;And i won't even bother trying to shit, I don't ever shit in public. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fucking foreign cheap two-ply toilet paper is gonna touch me. &lt;br /&gt;Sat there for so long and chatted like shit LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Bought Watermelon flavoured Sticky, after trying all 14 different flavours. -.- . &lt;br /&gt;I had to spit everything out in a tissue and the tissue soon turned so multi colored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain was fucking weird i had to squeeze Enrui's hand. &lt;br /&gt;Walking to the LRT, fucking need to puke. Puked in the nearby grass patch, my Coke Float. :(.&lt;br /&gt;Ate none Watermelon sweet Enrui gave me, suggested by Sheryl, and suddenly everything became find.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking amazing lor, cb shall worship them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, and fucking tired , slept.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, privacy begins from when i slept. Baiiish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4781677721224945198?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4781677721224945198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4781677721224945198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4781677721224945198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4781677721224945198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/09/long-post-i-finally-posted-after-2-damn.html' title='Long post i finally posted after 2 damn weeks.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2263144326885266783</id><published>2010-08-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:00:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been so bloody sick.&lt;br /&gt;I am, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, long awesome post. I swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2263144326885266783?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2263144326885266783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2263144326885266783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2263144326885266783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2263144326885266783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/ive-been-so-bloody-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4290590819953981454</id><published>2010-08-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T21:57:44.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some retard pissed me off today, so minor lah please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mood to blog. :(((((((&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: A primary school friend recently contacted me and added me on Facebook, I AM FUCKING STUNNED . She used to be a goody two shoe, nice little nerdy prefect, very pretty. And when she added me, SHE CHANGEDD! Still pretty lah, but she looked kinda rebellious. Anyways, she initiated a chat, we chat, awkwardness was high, and then i closed. &lt;br /&gt;Shall talk better next time, i swear. To anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4290590819953981454?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4290590819953981454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4290590819953981454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4290590819953981454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4290590819953981454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-retard-pissed-me-off-today-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-9026852645332343865</id><published>2010-08-19T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:50:42.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 random things i alwys thought would happen.</title><content type='html'>3 random stuff i always thought would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (May have repeated this.) I always thought that taking the same bus in the morning, you'll see the same people, and you'll soon become friends with them and greet them every morning when you go to school. BULLSHIT. I started off sitting beside an old man, second day, also the old man. Feeling so determined, 3rd i must smile and greet him, and then, third day. He didn't turn up, and i never saw him ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My childhood , by childhood i mean realllyyyy young, like p1, p2, or p3 like that, ambition. I always wanted to be a teacher. LOL. And i'll be totally fucking awesome and bring sweets to the class and give it to everybody everyday because kids love sweets so much. I even thought of the subject lah! ENGLISHH! :D . I will totally teach them in a super fun way, and like hold activities for them randomly all the time so they can have fun. I plan to teach primary 4/5 btdubz. ;l . And ever since i came into secondary school, my dream has been dashed. :( . Got new stuff lah, but i see all those teachers going crazy all the time, scolding students for no reason, so BOOM. There goes my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LOLOLOL OKAY THIS ONE IS VERY MEAN BUT FUCKING FUNNY HILARIOUS. Everytime i can't finish my food or just hate it, and i'll throw it away, but before that, i'll arrange them nicely like put those 'spat out' ones by the corner blocked, or some of the still good food inside the box nicely covered. LOL. Because i always hear from my parents and other people that some people are too poor for food they'll search for them in the rubbish dumps, LOL. Happens in shows too. So i always thought, that when i throw my food down, some homeless poor person can search through the rubbish and find my nice food for them and tadahh, joy because they have food. :D. But LOL, i don't think it ever happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyy, today was boring. Kill moi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm fucking scared of being alone now, heard a knock on my bathroom door when i was bathing and a knock on my gate, opened both in both times, ALL NOBODY. FUCKING HELL SCARED CAN .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-9026852645332343865?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/9026852645332343865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=9026852645332343865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/9026852645332343865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/9026852645332343865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/3-random-things-i-alwys-thought-would.html' title='3 random things i alwys thought would happen.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3994061055767488133</id><published>2010-08-17T23:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T23:32:33.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightning in the bright skies are booting cars.</title><content type='html'>What's worst? Your legs totally showing an act cute pose, while you bend slightly, cover your ears and eyes, or cringing, lifting one leg up halfway and scream in a shopping centre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, I DID BOTH. SO PITY/PRAISE ME BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining very heavily, was with Norah, Sheryl, Enrui and Shazirah, lightning striked, we prepared, BAM. Superrr unexpected moment, Shazirah screamed and i did a horrible cringing post with one leg up.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as i realized, i turned, the whole crowd of Lot 1 paused, and turn to stare at us. Some couples even just walk past and laugh. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, EVERYONE STARTED GIGGLING.&lt;br /&gt;Because we were outside The Wallet Shop to get my pencil case, we all rush in to hide from the embarrassment and you know what? The sales guy giggled too, fucking paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i don't think there's anything really wrong and i won't mind doing it again LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, on the LRT platform.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Sheryl only, lightning was very unexpected lah, like we saw the flash, and immediately the bloody loud ass sound came. Fucking loud, we both like cover our ears and bent down, my knees went in too. -.-. Fucking act cute moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God there weren't much people though. In the LRT, also afraid lightning will strike the LRT, black out, cable comes loose, and BOOOOM. The whole LRT carriage falls, luckily, we planned which thing to hold LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, saw another Tuition fucker. BOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3994061055767488133?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3994061055767488133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3994061055767488133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3994061055767488133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3994061055767488133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/lightning-in-bright-skies-are-booting.html' title='Lightning in the bright skies are booting cars.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7972232992704594816</id><published>2010-08-14T00:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T00:19:50.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the turdteen</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a stiff neck.&lt;br /&gt;Never happened before in my whole life, i swear. Must be the Friday the 13th's curse.&lt;br /&gt;Then while going to school, SAW A BLACK CAT. Wtf, major scary and it's on the 13th Friday. &lt;br /&gt;Fucking unlucky or someone's arranging stuff for us and is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, we were doing the test. &lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how to do, copied some, i wrote everything on the board for question 3, which is basically just the homework, and i wrote both teachers names LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And on the topic of the YOG 'Everyone' song, me and enrui were loving the one from Africa because her vocals are nice.&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the papers, Enrui randomyl wrote I Love Africa on a paper, then he realized it's KAIMIN'S LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while KwanLaoShi's counting the number of tests collected, she asked Kaimin how's Africa related to this.&lt;br /&gt;LOLLL. Me and Enrui burst out laughing for 5 minutes straight, and we lasted the longest, so it's us who did it by accident. Major hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir, was singing in Special Room 2, we were so loud, we got scolded by Mr Zul because there was a test upstairs. Major fucking rude, but i can't help laughing.&lt;br /&gt;For the only one time that choir's loud, we got scolded LOL. It's fate, we're soft for ever.&lt;br /&gt;Shifted to It room 3, the cables plastered to the ground with duct tape were useless, a simple kick/push and it comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, that cb Juncong never fails to get worse, we were sitting on the chairs and he suddenly bent down infront of us to get something from his bag. AND YOU KNOW WHAT WAS REVEALED?! &lt;br /&gt;NO, NO HIS UNDERWEAR. HE'S FUCKING BUTTCRACK. it was fucking scary me and Shazirah screamed and swore never to look at it again, fuck, so scary it even scared Shazirah's hiccups away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, horrible day. Only blogging the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: The 'Retweet' button is invented because they wanted to give all of you this copy assholes a chance to copy 'legally', but you fucking didn't, and you used my word, copied and paste my whole tweet, and extended it by a few letters and posted it the next day thinking no one will suspect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If somehow, you just can't click the retweet button, at least have the courtesy to type 'RT @______' enter the username there. You not only copied me, but also my bestiexxxxxxxxx, copied already last time, now i also kenna?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Kindly go kill yourself and void your Twitter account because it's worse than a bot just updating ads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7972232992704594816?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7972232992704594816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7972232992704594816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7972232992704594816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7972232992704594816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-turdteen.html' title='Friday the turdteen'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2873900369967323806</id><published>2010-08-11T21:21:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T23:23:16.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking on air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Illuminati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kerli'/><title type='text'>Kerli</title><content type='html'>People constantly say Kerli's an illuminati, she worships the devil.&lt;br /&gt;She definitely has a higher chance of being one, but whatever. It may not be real, so shall debunk the video, MY VERSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking On Air.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the Video first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXMeZwO2qZ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wXMeZwO2qZ0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="485"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE, RED IS ORIGINAL FROM THE SITE, GREEN/BLUE IS MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;At the beginning of the video, a strange man (representative of her mind control handler) gives Kerli a gift:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKxW951DlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FXuM-e8I5KU/s1600/kerli2-e1264349186166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKxW951DlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FXuM-e8I5KU/s320/kerli2-e1264349186166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504156702732521042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It is a Kerli doll, which represents her alter personality. She brings it inside the house, which symbolically represents Kerli’s inner-consciousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Can't people receive gifts that look like her? Hello, custom made doll. And the 'stranger' , may just be some delivery man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Inside the house, Kerli and her alter personality are monitored by an “All-Seeing Eye” through a TV monitor. The fact that she is being watched by the TV (rather than her watching it) is representative of the mind-bending reversals found in mind control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKx8FnzHcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/V7lwqBJBpZ4/s1600/kerli3-e1264349661880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKx8FnzHcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/V7lwqBJBpZ4/s320/kerli3-e1264349661880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504157340459539906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: center;" class="mceTemp mceIEcenter"&gt;Notice the black and white dualistic floor, which becomes a Masonic checkerboard pattern further in the video&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay, to me, this whole video from the start shows a world, which Kerli lives in, and where everything is reverse. When you turn on the tv, it watches you instead of you watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then Kerli activates the ceiling fan and her whole world starts  spinning, giving the same sensation felt by mind control slaves during  traumatic experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKyuJ5fujI/AAAAAAAAAwk/q5nVpfJNjEs/s1600/kerli4-e1264349974817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKyuJ5fujI/AAAAAAAAAwk/q5nVpfJNjEs/s320/kerli4-e1264349974817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504158200600967730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="mceTemp mceIEcenter"&gt;Kerli’s world is spinning&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Kindly go fuck yourself, you 'vigilant citizen'. Like i said, i view the video as a reversed world, so when she turns out the ceiling fan, the ground moves instead of the fan. Not some stupid traumatic experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;During electroshock therapy, mind control slaves are encouraged to “go  to happy place” or to “go over the rainbow” in order to escape the  unbearable pain. The lyrics of the chorus convey the same message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feel it&lt;br /&gt;Breathe it&lt;br /&gt;Believe it and you’ll be walking on air&lt;br /&gt;Go try&lt;br /&gt;Go fly so high and you’ll be walking on air&lt;br /&gt;You feel this unless you kill this&lt;br /&gt;Go on and you’re forgiven&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I could feel that&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am walking on air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This has totally no link to any happy place where people in the trances go. Instead, it tells you to believe in yourself, your gut, your instinct, and you'll be able to do the impossible/miracles/whatever good stuff.  And by 'killing', it means to kill your disbelief and you can achieve your goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The second scene is also highly symbolic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vigilantcitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/kerli5.jpg" rel="prettyPhoto"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-3204" title="kerli5" src="http://vigilantcitizen.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/kerli5-e1264350504230.jpg" alt="" height="205" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK3XLWuFHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2F1P_dABjqY/s1600/KerliHotFireFridge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK3XLWuFHI/AAAAAAAAAw0/2F1P_dABjqY/s320/KerliHotFireFridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504163303413126258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK3W5-eFzI/AAAAAAAAAws/7KOh-Fn9JTQ/s1600/FrozenColdOvenKerli.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK3W5-eFzI/AAAAAAAAAws/7KOh-Fn9JTQ/s320/FrozenColdOvenKerli.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504163298748012338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kerli steps out from the wall into the kitchen. There is a total blur  between reality and fiction. The bricked windows convey a sense of  imprisonment and isolation. Her only escape is through mental escapism. &lt;em&gt;Alice In Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;-esque reversals are found everywhere: snow emerging from her umbrella, cold oven and hot fridge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pfft, i'm awesome to get the pictures for you. If you can't really see the fire, go to around 1:55 to 2:03 of the video and see it.&lt;br /&gt;In the REVERSED WORLD,  at home, it's cold, where you need to open umbrellas and where snow falls. Windows usually show freedom, but it shows walls of bricks to mean closure.&lt;br /&gt;And for the freezing oven and burning fridge, like i said. IT'S A REVERSED WORLD. Where usually, ovens are hot, but now they're freezing and where refrigerators are supposed to be cold, it is now, burning hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In the third scene, Kerli is lying on a rocky bed, a play on the “pain is pleasure” theme in mind control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK4vqIaf2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/rk86N_HNOZ0/s1600/kerli7-e1264352407223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK4vqIaf2I/AAAAAAAAAw8/rk86N_HNOZ0/s320/kerli7-e1264352407223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504164823503109986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Countless of times i have to repeat it, it's a reversed world. Pain isn't pleasure there, but in the real world, where beds are supposed to be soft and comfortable, THE REVERSED WORLD, beds are hard and uncomfortable. No shit, Sherlock, for figuring it's pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The tear drops on Kerli’s face (symbolic of her pain) turn into  butterflies. The transformation is taking place. Kerli’s handler than  appears inside her mirror and orders her to go “through the looking  glass”, another reference to &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK5966whYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1Y69RNVobTM/s1600/kerli8-e1264352632124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK5966whYI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1Y69RNVobTM/s320/kerli8-e1264352632124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504166168039032194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the mirror, the transformation has been completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;About the tears becoming butterflies, don't really have an explanation. But the tears dropping and forming into little eggs where they hatch out butterfly doesn't necessarily mean illuminati-ness. LOL. Butterflies does not represent any satanic or illuminati message at all, they're constantly used with goth because of it's pure and beautiful description and it's a symbol for psyche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;AND, IN THE REVERSED WORLD, there is no transformation of any thing occurring in mirrors, just like the tv, you normally look into a mirror, but now, the mirror looks into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The doll, Kerli’s alter, has reached maturity and is now in control  of Kerli’s core personality. She has become the puppet of her programmed  alter, which can be triggered at will by her handler.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h5 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="mceTemp mceIEcenter"&gt; &lt;dl id="attachment_3208" class="wp-caption aligncenter" style="width: 410px;"&gt;&lt;dt class="wp-caption-dt"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK8EUMNomI/AAAAAAAAAxU/XiZSxx--pLw/s1600/kerli9-e1264352836595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK8EUMNomI/AAAAAAAAAxU/XiZSxx--pLw/s320/kerli9-e1264352836595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504168476925600354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK8EJ3fedI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b1e_WI0iPsE/s1600/kerli10-e1264352996426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK8EJ3fedI/AAAAAAAAAxM/b1e_WI0iPsE/s320/kerli10-e1264352996426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504168474154334674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd class="wp-caption-dd"&gt;Monarch Butterfly on the giant doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kerli is “freed” and released back into the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK9h-NMvPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SQL1k-goJU8/s1600/kerli111-e1264353173404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK9h-NMvPI/AAAAAAAAAxc/SQL1k-goJU8/s320/kerli111-e1264353173404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504170085931859186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pfft, butterflies again. The doll, on how it has reached it's level of maturity, is bullshit. And by cutting the strings, it just shows the the puppeteer(?) wants to set it free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;She however quickly realizes that she is (and probably always will be) bound by her alter personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK93wmZpjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GZVrV7jp96Y/s1600/kerli121-e1264353364351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGK93wmZpjI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GZVrV7jp96Y/s320/kerli121-e1264353364351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504170460236588594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And, it just means that she has to remain as a doll, in her little world. Where the doll she actually received from the start was her, some cycle. I know, totally no link about the Reversed World  now, but it shows that her whole life, the puppeteer has been controlling her in the reversed world in the doll house. :D .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, post done. Madly tired already, spent 1 and a quarter hour on this,  i burnt 80 calories, by this.&lt;br /&gt;Not some random number, saw it from a site Giuliana Rucci tweeted, 32 calories for a blog post per half hour, 38 if it's about something you don't like.  :D . Like some rant post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, CHOIR WE'RE GOING TO YOG!! Woohooo, LOL. Track &amp;amp; Field finals, okayyyy, done noww.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on Tea Party.&lt;br /&gt;Whateverrrrs, taaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2873900369967323806?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2873900369967323806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2873900369967323806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2873900369967323806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2873900369967323806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/kerli.html' title='Kerli'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGKxW951DlI/AAAAAAAAAwU/FXuM-e8I5KU/s72-c/kerli2-e1264349186166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2693339084466723652</id><published>2010-08-10T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:18:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was hesitating and thinking if i should blog about Kerli and her illuminati rumours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later kenna accused of wanting readers so fake some english, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whatever. Will be here tomorrow! Confirm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD Sorry. :ddd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2693339084466723652?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2693339084466723652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2693339084466723652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2693339084466723652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2693339084466723652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/was-hesitating-and-thinking-if-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7569827846876070593</id><published>2010-08-09T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:40:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleanos</title><content type='html'>Blow 45 candles today, Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;You've gone a long way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGASTCVfeDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/u2nQpdTBSl0/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGASTCVfeDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/u2nQpdTBSl0/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503418862900574258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot chioer than the normal cliche rectangular flag right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Happy 45h Birthday Singapore! :D . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Post about Kerli tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7569827846876070593?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7569827846876070593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7569827846876070593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7569827846876070593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7569827846876070593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/feliz-cumpleanos.html' title='Feliz Cumpleanos'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TGASTCVfeDI/AAAAAAAAAwE/u2nQpdTBSl0/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6528164775649176939</id><published>2010-08-07T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:14:23.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clark Key</title><content type='html'>Went to meet Shazirah for breakfast, and then school for Choir.&lt;br /&gt;Joyous Joyous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shazirah and MingHui were doing maths while i just watched, and the parade started without us even knowing.&lt;br /&gt;And the VIP is shit ass late, we continued with the work. Time to gatherrrr, no use, we had to stand there for majorly long, so i went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, finally went back, with my Yakult fan!&lt;br /&gt;I was like using my phone and using the fan, when suddenly the whole bloody school got quiet and the choir suddenly sang the national anthem.&lt;br /&gt;WTF LOL. I'm there texting with one hand and a fan in the other and suddenly we're supposed to sing. Are we even supposed to? Well i didn't sing, continued what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Okay skipppp, then our turn to perform, and before going out, got re-arranged.&lt;br /&gt;JUN CONG STANDING BESIDE ME WTF, MAJOR ALL HOPES LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started to sing as the music played, CB HE'S OUT OF TUNE AS USUAL.&lt;br /&gt;He never sang with a tune, always in his own world, and then i started laughing LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Was so drastic that i had to cover my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Then end of performance, i covered my face and walked off. Pfft, my pride, hopes, face all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCK idol, KIMBERLY WONNNNN! Predicted lah, Katrina can't sing. Especially during her performance, so HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to Clarke Quay.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, process of going there was boring. BUT ON THE BUS, i gave up my seat just before the highway to an old lady, and got pushed back to the door. AND THE BLOODY WOMAN WHO STOOD INFRONT OF ME IS FUCKING PARANOID, I COUGH A BIT SHE TURN, IT WAS LIKE HAPPENING 5 TIMES ALREADY, A LADY'S HAND WAS HOLDING ON TO A POLE, SHE LEANED, AND SHE TURN. THE LADY SAID SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;AT THIS POINT I WAS STARTING TO TSK HER, but she still don't realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, reach town, majority alighted.&lt;br /&gt;I went to sit at the four seats thing one, and told Enrui and Sheryl about it.&lt;br /&gt;1 minute before our stop, Sheryl started becoming hysterical, telling me behind was someone. I thought it was the fat lady who originally sat on the seat i'm sitting, i called her fat, but, i'm fat too, so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when i got up to alight, BAM IT'S THE BLOODY AUNTIE WITH SUNGLASSES, STARING AT ME LIKE SOME HOOLIGAN.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted 'YES IT'S THAT SLUT' before i alighted, ehehehhe feels so accomplished! Then when i got down, she was staring at me through the window AHAHHAHA. Wanna punch me is it? TOO LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross and we're attttt, CENTRALLLLLLL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately went to Sticky, SO GLOOMY LOR THE PLACE, AND NARROW WTF.&lt;br /&gt;Was expecting so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things out of stock, so got orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TF1mRfpl8oI/AAAAAAAAAv8/6qNXThzpW5M/s1600/P1902_06-08-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TF1mRfpl8oI/AAAAAAAAAv8/6qNXThzpW5M/s320/P1902_06-08-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502666770456375938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tastes mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT I TASTED?!&lt;br /&gt;THIS STICKY CANDY WAS SO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TF1mQ9X9L3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/ks_qvX2gSHc/s1600/P1236_06-08-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TF1mQ9X9L3I/AAAAAAAAAv0/ks_qvX2gSHc/s320/P1236_06-08-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502666761255595890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART KATY PERRY YOU KNOW!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FUCKING UMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchhhh, at Yoshinoya. Totally got ripped off for being budget. &lt;br /&gt;Shopped for candy, bought some beef jerky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thenn, went to the Singapore River or Lake or something and started taking pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Uberrr hot, ENRUI LAUGHED AND PUSH ME INTO A BUSH LOL, MAJOR PAISEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got ice cream, waffle one, Enrui and Huda got the 'rainbow' one, so heartwarming pleasee, the flavour. Brings back memories, where the hell did all the ice cream vans go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, walked around. Went to the shophouses places thing and got lost.&lt;br /&gt;Simply crazy there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhhh, nothing nice. But saw an alley with trash, like all those robbers trying to run away run into in channel 8 dramas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the mrt there to Plaza Singapura. Boring there, all clothes. Girl heaven&lt;br /&gt;Was trying the 'Smile to a stranger.' project, NO ONE SMILED BACK.&lt;br /&gt;AND I THINK 5 NEW STRANGERS THOUGH I WAS GAY.&lt;br /&gt;Got tasteless bubble tea there, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus, i forgot to scan. BUS DRIVER EMBARRASSED ME LIKE MAD. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God the people there were nice, assured me i was fine and said that it happened to them before. :D.&lt;br /&gt;Lot 111111111111, ate Long John for dinner, and took the LRT home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahh, rushed but, INCREDIBLE TALES IS BETTER AHHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6528164775649176939?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6528164775649176939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6528164775649176939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6528164775649176939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6528164775649176939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/clark-key.html' title='Clark Key'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TF1mRfpl8oI/AAAAAAAAAv8/6qNXThzpW5M/s72-c/P1902_06-08-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7380108806339646920</id><published>2010-08-03T23:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:20:59.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schtikishh.</title><content type='html'>Went to ITE West today to get Sticky.&lt;br /&gt;Had to ask for directions from the kind 7-11 lady, and she told us it was at the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;Major small stall, not even a store. Just a corner.&lt;br /&gt;And only two flavours, Mangosteen and PassionFruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures listed from best to worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgxjQDWVaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ufOPXVEkJXU/s1600/P2045_03-08-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgxjQDWVaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ufOPXVEkJXU/s320/P2045_03-08-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201426507257250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Best.&lt;br /&gt;Not really a Sticky original, they said it was from another brand. Mango, fucking umph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgx1HpE0uI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4vOq7CXNbvo/s1600/P2046%5B01%5D_03-08-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgx1HpE0uI/AAAAAAAAAvU/4vOq7CXNbvo/s320/P2046%5B01%5D_03-08-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201733487219426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second Best.&lt;br /&gt;Sticky Original, Mangosteen flavour, not bad uh. No idea why i chose this though. ;l .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgx1akZBAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Nf4wDMpyu-g/s1600/P2046_03-08-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgx1akZBAI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Nf4wDMpyu-g/s320/P2046_03-08-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201738567844866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;Flavour unidentified, also not a Sticky Original, i got this because i thought they were actual Sticky (s), and Sticky's smiley faces are cola. This is some Kiwi thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at their Eco-Cafe. Huda's dream.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck cheap, Milo only 80 cents, WITH ICE AND CUP, FILL YOURSELF. Shall go there regularly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was actually feeling paiseh going in, but turns out, there were old couples in there just watching and enjoying the scenery, so pfft. We'll go there soon ! :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgzuZNz-VI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fAxJGnG1Hks/s1600/P2047%5B01%5D_03-08-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgzuZNz-VI/AAAAAAAAAvs/fAxJGnG1Hks/s320/P2047%5B01%5D_03-08-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501203816968878418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7380108806339646920?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7380108806339646920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7380108806339646920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7380108806339646920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7380108806339646920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/08/schtikishh.html' title='Schtikishh.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFgxjQDWVaI/AAAAAAAAAvM/ufOPXVEkJXU/s72-c/P2045_03-08-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4028586208751189885</id><published>2010-07-31T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:50:42.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom brings amusement.</title><content type='html'>Nothing to blog, so enjoy my new eraser .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ2groVu9I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Rsk748ZqzKc/s1600/P2301_30-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ2groVu9I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Rsk748ZqzKc/s400/P2301_30-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500080980021853138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Leong keeps saying he can't wait to hear my newest excuse for homework on Monday . -.- . _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a fucking awesome pencil case from The Wallet Shop, totally translucent one and it says '100% percent Plastic . ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought 5 packs of Tic-tacs for $2 bucks. 3 for 1 dollar, i got 3 intense, (not nice, pfft . Just realized i bought 3.) (coconut taste at the start, then motherfucking hot and bitter action.) , 2 White normal mint, and 1 dark blue very mint one. The Chocolate Tree Sale. Woo, for cheap stuff !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ3nTddY6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/a-Hlox5m9W0/s1600/P1620%5B02%5D_30-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ3nTddY6I/AAAAAAAAAu4/a-Hlox5m9W0/s320/P1620%5B02%5D_30-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500082193304478626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, me and Enrui saw a bladeless awesome fan . So amazed!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ4FI11ibI/AAAAAAAAAvA/k0tEe-uZdgE/s1600/P1609_30-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ4FI11ibI/AAAAAAAAAvA/k0tEe-uZdgE/s320/P1609_30-07-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500082705850010034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/878306192779151641-4028586208751189885?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4028586208751189885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4028586208751189885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4028586208751189885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4028586208751189885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/boredom-brings-amusement.html' title='Boredom brings amusement.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TFQ2groVu9I/AAAAAAAAAuw/Rsk748ZqzKc/s72-c/P2301_30-07-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8910039953792567503</id><published>2010-07-27T19:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:59:53.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batu Pahart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pontian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Part'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>Went to Batu Pahart (?) .&lt;br /&gt;Love the temperature there, so 25 degrees aircon-y type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at some vegetarian restaurant, love their 'sweet and sour pork', totally mock meat, but very crispyyy! And their specialty's the vegetarian satay, WHICH TASTES EXACTLY LIKE MUTTON/LAMB, I SWEAR. Well, didn't really take pictures of the satay, but some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_VgIm9lI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Sh6zTB7Ktik/s1600/P1151%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_VgIm9lI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Sh6zTB7Ktik/s320/P1151%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498542571190154834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table setting, very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_V2kFWqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eWpvFlOeW7Y/s1600/P1203%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_V2kFWqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/eWpvFlOeW7Y/s320/P1203%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498542577210972834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortilla Wrap, would be nicer if there's more meat and no cucumber. Fucking bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_4ZJRrEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nss1iJXRQ9g/s1600/P1206_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_4ZJRrEI/AAAAAAAAAt4/nss1iJXRQ9g/s320/P1206_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498543170609327170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their soup, some vegetables concoction or something, but i think it tastes madly like seaweed. Maybe, .&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the fog, my lens is kinda blur at that point of time for some reason . ;l .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went to the toilet, horror. I went into the ladies one btw, the guys one's door was closed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fucking scary horrorrrrrr! .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7BA4OM8-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/pu4w4FKtv64/s1600/P1226_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7BA4OM8-I/AAAAAAAAAuA/pu4w4FKtv64/s320/P1226_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498544415902069730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONVENTIONAL TOILET. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO FUCKING FLUSH, AND SINCE THERE WAS A PAIL HALF / THREE QUARTER FILLED WITH WATER, I THOUGHT JUST POUR IN LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So, feeling so proud of myself, i went out and told my mother, that's when she told me there's a flush on top, you just have to pull it down by the string/chain .&lt;br /&gt;FML LOL . But i didn't bother to go back and flush lah, whatever, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to a temple, 18 Buddhas one, VERY HUGE PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7CHHaFO1I/AAAAAAAAAuI/au5UNIO2YCs/s1600/P1456_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7CHHaFO1I/AAAAAAAAAuI/au5UNIO2YCs/s320/P1456_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498545622569270098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooahhh.&lt;br /&gt;And we had to go in barefooted, and i wore chio shoes with socks, so i decided to only take it out once. I wanted to go to other areas within the compound outside, AND PFFT. Had to walk on rocks in the hot sun. FML.&lt;br /&gt;I was moaning and whining so badly i think even one of the monks/helper laughed at me. ;l .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was very hot, so me and my mother went back into the van/bus in aircon and ate our peanut crackers/ crispy pancake thing . Our 'guide' gave it to us, impression changed! :D .  And she gave it to us at like 9? And we ate it at like 2 or 3, and it's still madly fucking crispy.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Malaysia is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7CHiCYrII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/2AtFMIBY4pQ/s1600/P1527%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7CHiCYrII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/2AtFMIBY4pQ/s320/P1527%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498545629717638274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My corner end seattt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7CH2Z9GFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3f0Q4f5ajr0/s1600/P1534_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7CH2Z9GFI/AAAAAAAAAuY/3f0Q4f5ajr0/s320/P1534_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498545635185203282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE THIS PEANUT CRISPY PANCAKE/ CRACKER. THIN AS HELL, JUST LIKE A PIECE OF PAPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to some temple near the sea, waited then go.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay, either this temple first, or the other one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the Batu Pahart mall, LOVE THE MCDONALDS THERE. FRIES ARE AWESOMELY CRISPY.&lt;br /&gt;They have this ayam pesang chicken or something, . ;l .  &lt;br /&gt;Horrible chicken, it's breast. But love the flour coating though, even though it's shit hot.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this GCB, Grilled Chicken Burger. Bought too much, so packed home, and in Singapore then eat. ;l .&lt;br /&gt;Very oily, but it's damn good.&lt;br /&gt;Love the skin.fats and so nice and a bit pepperyyy hot !&lt;br /&gt;A BIT ONLY WOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went walking around, nothing to shop at all, AND THERE'S NO BLOODY MONEY CHANGERS, ONLY MONEY TRANSFER . -.- . PFFT LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to eat, some restaurant in JB or something, a half hour away from the customs when no jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, their dresscode for the girls are disgusting, the skirts are fucking short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7Iewomi9I/AAAAAAAAAug/zcyyunIlMLA/s1600/P1900%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7Iewomi9I/AAAAAAAAAug/zcyyunIlMLA/s320/P1900%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498552625842785234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TV was showing 'Ai' . -.- . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And took a picture of the first dish only . ;l .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7IfP_0iYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7bE_U61R7fY/s1600/P1910_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE7IfP_0iYI/AAAAAAAAAuo/7bE_U61R7fY/s320/P1910_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498552634261670274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shark Fins soup, alot of ingredients but tastes very normal. So hot, pfft . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their toilet is sooooo weird, the door on the outside is so motherfucking chio, it has one of the nicest chinese martial arts style wallpaper ever, and when i went in and pee, and washed hands, then leave? It's just a metal door with thick circular horizontal bars . ;l .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like all those security bank lock doors where all the pipe/bars just connect to the other side, but it isn't locked in any way . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left and off to the customs. &lt;br /&gt;Got three sticks of gum, and bought one pack of Mentos Ice gum . In a black packaging . &lt;br /&gt;Feeling major wussy and all, i was so nervous, but i just went through and whoo! Passed.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHHH VERY TIRED NOW, GOING OFF BYE . &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/878306192779151641-8910039953792567503?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8910039953792567503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8910039953792567503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8910039953792567503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8910039953792567503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/malaysia-trip-part-2.html' title='Malaysia Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TE6_VgIm9lI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Sh6zTB7Ktik/s72-c/P1151%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8471366109928745999</id><published>2010-07-25T22:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:55:44.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia Part'/><title type='text'>Malaysia Trip Part 1</title><content type='html'>OMGOMG, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW EXCITED I WAS TO GO MALAYSIA LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bus stop opposite Kranji Mrt, the vehicle came 20 minutes late, not a good impression at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the bus/van, coldd. Put on earpiece and started the music, in the bridge of a song, we had to alight. Customs. Wtf, i had no idea what customs was lah please.&lt;br /&gt;Totally clueless and lost there, okay then went back and started the music again.&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN NOT EVEN ONE SONG DONE, alight again. Another customs, MALAYSIA ONE.&lt;br /&gt;WTF, seriously, how many do you need, 1 connecting both enough right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then AFTER THE SECOND CUSTOMS, i was totally telling myself there's gonna be more. Pfft, no more. -.- .&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly when i saw buildings, i exclaimed loudly that we're in Clarke Quay!! Majorly paiseh, it's Malaysia already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop, at some coffee shop out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygosh, their porridge is nice, my nasi lemak is nice, only 5 bloody ringgit, WHICH IS EQUIVALENT TO $2.30 SINGAPORE DOLLARSS! , and their YuTiao from the van is yummy maxermilliony, GOT GARLIC FLAVOUR SOMEMORE. Cb, someone kill me with a mop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Pontian. Some fortune teller thing, i only remember she's called Bai Yi Niang Niang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea if it's self labelled or not. Then bought a pack of Fizzy Cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExYjYDiKSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ZzbF-T0gO0s/s1600/P0859_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExYjYDiKSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ZzbF-T0gO0s/s320/P0859_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497866609888471330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very 'bo liao' to take a picture but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what sweet i saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExYj5atPGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/K2oyqL-q3J4/s1600/P1017_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExYj5atPGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/K2oyqL-q3J4/s320/P1017_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497866618844036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have no idea at all too, but all i know is that it's in a blackcurrant flavour, and the picture is a woman coughing/sneezing into a hankerchief! Ehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our turn to see the person, quite accurate, but i won't believe. I think she reads my blog or stalks me on facebook or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyways, after our turn was up, there was still like 6 people left, so i went exploring. Went to the provision shop at the end, bought a stick of gum, was seeing some sweets in a jar, i took one, then i saw something and bloody like threw it off immediately and mini screamed.&lt;br /&gt;It's a square sheet/piece of tape, with a lot of dead flies sticking to it, wtf scary or not.&lt;br /&gt;Then while she gave me the change, i saw like the put-1-dollar-machine-and-a-capsule-comes-out machine. So i asked her for $1 change, she replied by saying she don't have.&lt;br /&gt;Then i realized, Malaysia has no one dollar coin LOL WTF PAISEH MAX  . &lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, there were two machines i was attracted to, one is the recorder thing, which records your voice, the other is an Upin And Ipin toy thing, by toy, i mean like some cloth toy keychain.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i chose the Upin and Ipin one thinking the recorder one is kinda common because i saw it at the coffee shop too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the 2 coins in, (fifty cents), and out came a green capsule. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExcKmpWgsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NAp9IsFu2rE/s1600/P0955_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExcKmpWgsI/AAAAAAAAAtI/NAp9IsFu2rE/s320/P0955_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497870582354969282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking weird, so i decided to open it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExcLP8lKiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/o5uN-JFX6oo/s1600/P0955%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExcLP8lKiI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/o5uN-JFX6oo/s320/P0955%5B01%5D_24-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497870593441475106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out came a fucking panda.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, i think i like pandas, but i was soo expecting an Upin and Ipin keychain/cloth doll thing.  &lt;br /&gt;Boo, i got cheated, i was so sad i got scammed . LOL . &lt;br /&gt;I actually shouted to my father  i got cheated from the store. :( . &lt;br /&gt;LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then walked back, ate one gumm, went back to the store, bought a super girly kiddy ruler for 1.50 ringgit LOL. Love it can move one, then got one milo ice cream then off to the van/bus already LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, i was the only one eating there. There's one sec 3 girl who i mistook for an 18 year old who brought her homework here .         &lt;br /&gt;In a tinkerbell tote, i saw her taking out foolscap and a pen. And a social studies textbook, sec 3. Same as us, that's when i realize how young she is, same as mee! &lt;br /&gt; She major dramatic lah please, go Malaysia trip still bring this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mother asked her if she was sec 3, she said yes and my mother said i was too. 'Oh cool.' Wtf, who says 'cool' nowadays. ;l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 tomorrow, going to Batu Pahart or something . ;l . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML, the tour person mistook me for a  9 year old, break my record of P5 already, i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8471366109928745999?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8471366109928745999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8471366109928745999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8471366109928745999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8471366109928745999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/malaysia-trip-part-1.html' title='Malaysia Trip Part 1'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TExYjYDiKSI/AAAAAAAAAs4/ZzbF-T0gO0s/s72-c/P0859_24-07-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1955592368101243157</id><published>2010-07-23T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T20:47:13.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Naturale.</title><content type='html'>Hiiiiiiiiiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, in the morning, i was on board 922. &lt;br /&gt;First, the bus was early, there was only 2 people inside.&lt;br /&gt;And it has this fucking weird atmosphere. And the bus looks majorly scary and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmJal4Ij-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1gfm-ExGtqg/s1600/P0704_21-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmJal4Ij-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1gfm-ExGtqg/s320/P0704_21-07-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497075910119559138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How scary does that look, VERY right! Looks like it's some time machine, and when you alight, you'll end up like in the sixties, or the World War Two Era. Wtf much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning, biology students had to stay back, you know why? Because of the remedial.&lt;br /&gt;3/4 of the class didn't go, AND I didn't know there was, SOO, obviously don't go lah. Afternoon timetable also no where near 3/5.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, HAD THE FUCKING TEST. Shit ass hard, and i LOVE the relief teacher. Miss lim/liang/tan/insert surname Hui Ting or something. She rocks and she's totally awesome, smile and giggle to me in the test somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography, honestly i have no idea why people say Tan Wee Liat is better than Mdm Ruhaizah, Mdm Ruhaizah is like so kind, caring and awesome lah. And i totally understand her teaching, unlike TWL, who just talks the whole lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, teacher's getting weirder and freakier, andddd, she's almost giving up. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA, WOO. Went actually early/on time. Cultural Festival, didn't sign any of the 5 consent forms, had to forge all in half an hour LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay Wedding, with Enrui!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were basically only waiting for the hard boiled egg, and Enrui, who also wanted it very badly, went up to take CCA photo with choir. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And he went down to take the egg, then YiHong was like 'Who the hell is he?!' LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then we realize there;s some other potpourri too, so i went to take LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmMZVm3XHI/AAAAAAAAAso/x0EFv46eGjI/s1600/P1548_23-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmMZVm3XHI/AAAAAAAAAso/x0EFv46eGjI/s320/P1548_23-07-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497079187107175538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, CHOIR PRACTICE. Like less than half an hour only lah, i was decorating my egg and naming it Norman LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmNK43AZiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/TckbBkgZdWI/s1600/P1719_23-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmNK43AZiI/AAAAAAAAAsw/TckbBkgZdWI/s320/P1719_23-07-10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497080038383707682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going to malaysia tomorrowwwwww!!! Super majorly excited. Yah lah, i know some of you like go there everyday, but it's been 6 years since i last went there.&lt;br /&gt;So, gonna bring my camera and take alot of pictures of malaysia! *Inserts malaysian Flag*&lt;br /&gt;Well, i won't put the picture lah, it'll be damn huge ass, and i, never put a picture of or with a Singapore Flag anyway, so i'll feel like i betrayed Singapore, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% singaporean here.  &lt;br /&gt;Just going to some temple in a van lah, BUT I CAN'T WAIT AHHAHAHA EHHEHEH LOL .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: HEYYY, LINDSAY LOHAN, HOW'S JAIL? :L . Hope you can cope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1955592368101243157?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1955592368101243157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1955592368101243157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1955592368101243157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1955592368101243157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/au-naturale.html' title='Au Naturale.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TEmJal4Ij-I/AAAAAAAAAsg/1gfm-ExGtqg/s72-c/P0704_21-07-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4851396320368316365</id><published>2010-07-20T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:44:26.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS RETARDEDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was horrible, totally bias. 'Got some of you always never do your work properly, like Sheryl and Dion.' WTF, THEN HE SAID I NEVER DO 2 QUESTIONS. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, i didn't, but that's because i didn't know. You went through it the previous day, BUT ONLY a)! B AND C LEH. &lt;br /&gt;And you think i ask you you will teach meh, you'll just say what i never pay attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fucking bias, and you hate us. We're gonna complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some cb gave a note. I betrayed you. :P. Wtf, bang wall and die, we didn't even know you betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I 'CUSTOMIZED' MY COMPUTER STUDIES COMPUTER. AHAHAHAH. I PUT MY OWN MARIO WALLPAPER, was originally a stupid farm background with plastic animals, BUT THEN I CHANGED! AND I'M USING MOZILLA. &lt;br /&gt;And i tried to use Echofon, can't connect, not trusted. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blahhh, today is mad cold, why can't everyday be like this, so air con temperature-ish and yet so warmyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, ciaoo! &lt;br /&gt;Ps, i have tumblr. www.diondionnnn.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;Cb, who the hell used dionnnn.tumblr.com must be the same one as dionnnn@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Just realized i posted the tumblr thing in the previous post too, LOL. But no harm just advertising and ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4851396320368316365?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4851396320368316365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4851396320368316365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4851396320368316365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4851396320368316365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-was-retardeddddddddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5475020888428416522</id><published>2010-07-17T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:02:32.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choir's getting weirdly better and better. &lt;br /&gt;We'll be having an hour of Table Tennis for the next three lessons = MORE ENRUI EHEHEHEHH AHHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because the first match i randomly tried against GeokKoon, i threw the bat with the ball, 4 FUCKING TABLE TENNIS GUYS TOOK CHAIRS TO WATCH ME PLAY. &lt;br /&gt;Wtf, so paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngee Ann Poly todayyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to leave the house at 9, but i woke up at 9.&lt;br /&gt;Whole family blame me lah. -.- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got like 4 goodie bags, because my family consists of four, got bus to my brother's ICT talk somemore, so big meh, polytechnic.  &lt;br /&gt;Saw a girl, totally familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told my mother she's confirm from cckss, then while my mother asked her about the advisors stuff, I REMEMBERED! She's from choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just nice, my mother asked her if she's from Chua chu kang, she agreed and said that she remembered me, i'm in choir. Mad paiseh much, i'm remembered as the fat boy from choir.&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S DAMN NICE, MALAY, SHORT BIG EYES AND SMILE ALL THE TIME. WOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the one to one talk to the advisor, they decided to let another one talk to my parents. Wtf, waited so long, only one that didn't get to see the actual appointed one. &lt;br /&gt;Somemore, still got one more after us, got to see her. Cb.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, didn't bother much lah, was spinning around with the rollable chair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo, FUCKING WAITED 1 HOUR FOR A TAXI.&lt;br /&gt;AND TO THE CB, I got a cab, me and my mother was sooo happy, taxi stopping already. THEN ONE ASS FUCK MAN IN A WHITE SHIRT RAN OUT AND STUCK HIS HAND OUT THEN JUST GO IN, CB I HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR WALLET. Wanted to say arm/leg, but too cruel, pfft, i'm so impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;Shall go eat/drink my frozen apple tea! :D Joy.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: i have tumblrrrrrrrrrrr, and i blog about love. Wtf much. www.diondionnnn.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;SOME CB JUST HAD TO USE DIONNNN.TUMBLR  &lt;br /&gt;Must be the same one as dionnnn@gmail.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5475020888428416522?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5475020888428416522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5475020888428416522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5475020888428416522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5475020888428416522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/choirs-getting-weirdly-better-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5500140529317999634</id><published>2010-07-16T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:53:18.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome update tomorrow, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice chair very big ah, sleep in class and eavesdrop somemore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5500140529317999634?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5500140529317999634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5500140529317999634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5500140529317999634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5500140529317999634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/awesome-update-tomorrow-promise.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5112155176222746937</id><published>2010-07-14T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:10:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The best thing about today, skipped CCA and my new seating arrangement is with Siti. &lt; 3 . :D And people around me are awesome, except behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cb, maths is fuck. He teach for a half hour only and he gives advanced work, cb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diediedie, i want a suicide diary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5112155176222746937?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5112155176222746937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5112155176222746937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5112155176222746937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5112155176222746937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-thing-about-today-skipped-cca-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1956919323922800862</id><published>2010-07-13T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:06:05.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You Lost Me is brilliant. &lt;br /&gt;When she performed it live, i think she won better. ;l &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the worst. Core, maths. And like fuck long of maths, OH FUCK NEED GRAPH BOOK, English, and SS. Reading not counted, waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND CCAAAAAAA. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's fucking hot and i'm getting rashes everywhere, bye. Shall die of the heat while i try to find air con.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1956919323922800862?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1956919323922800862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1956919323922800862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1956919323922800862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1956919323922800862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-lost-me-is-brilliant.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5721295113256815140</id><published>2010-07-12T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T02:57:56.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Espana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worldcup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2am'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Netherlands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>THE WORLD CUP BETTER BE GOOD</title><content type='html'>HIIIIIIIIII.&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ME, AND IT'S FUCKING 2.49AM HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCHING THE DAMN ASS WORLD CUP, I'M ALREADY BORED SINCE THE 3 MINUTE MARK I'M TYPING IN CAPS BTW, SO TO SATISFY MY CAFFEINE LEVEL  FOR SOME REASON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLANNED TO SLEEP AT TEN, WAS AN HOUR LATE. BUT I COULDN'T SLEEP TILL 1. SO I ONLY GOT 1 FUCKING HOUR TO APPEASE MY FAT ASS BODY. &lt;br /&gt;WHEN MY ALARM RANG, I WAS ALL ALONE DOWNSTAIRS, WITH A VERY GLOWY RED LIGHT COMING FROM THE ALTAR AND THE DARKNESS, AS I RAN TOWARDS THE ROOM WITH NO SPECS, IT FUCKING LOOKS LIKE SOME HORROR MOVIE SCENE IN DREAMS WHERE YOU NEVER WAKE UP AND LIVE EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYY, OUT OF POINT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE SCORE ALREADY, I'M FUCK BORED AND I REALLY WANNA SHOUT GOALLL OUTSIDE THE WINDOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE FIRST MATCH I HAVE EVER SEEN, AND ALSO THE FIRST AND LAST WORLD CUP MATCH, IT BETTER BE WORTH IT. I BETTER BE AMAZED BY 4. &lt;br /&gt;OHHH! I JUST CHECK THE SCHEDULE FOR FOX, THERE'S FAMILY GUY NOW AND THEN SIMPSONS, THE LITTLE THINGS RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAIN AND HOLLAND, BOTH GOT SOMETHING IN COMMON. THEIR NAMES IS SO FUCKING WEIRD, NETHERLANDS, MAKES ME THINK THEY'RE IN THE NORTH/SOUTH POLE.&lt;br /&gt;ESPANA IS SEXY BUT STILL, WHY NOT SPAIN, SHORT AND SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AS I TYPE THIS POST, TWEETDECK KEEPS UPDATING ME WITH PEOPLE'S TWEET ABOUT FOOTBALL, WHAT THEY DID, WHAT THEY THINK. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO SHIT IDEA WHAT IS HAPPENING NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL ME PLZZZZZZZ. PLEASEEEE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I SUPPORT ARGENTINA!! Out already, but still can support right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5721295113256815140?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5721295113256815140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5721295113256815140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5721295113256815140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5721295113256815140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-better-be-good.html' title='THE WORLD CUP BETTER BE GOOD'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-574096826841212121</id><published>2010-07-11T14:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:02:13.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balloon Shower.</title><content type='html'>Went to a baby shower yesterday, at MapleWoods Condo. It's only like less than a kilometre away from my primary school but the taxi fare was fucking ten bucks, because there was a fucking long u-turn.&lt;br /&gt;And, it is said that alot of mediacorp artistes lives there. Like Chen Liping, and Mark Lee &lt;i&gt;lived&lt;/i&gt; there. Well, saw no artistes. -.- . Only see loads of half naked hairy angmohs, walking around and some fat kids swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Baby Shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlhAK8-xsI/AAAAAAAAArI/GLL78otxxns/s1600/P1458_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlhAK8-xsI/AAAAAAAAArI/GLL78otxxns/s320/P1458_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492527876123051714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kay lah, the balloon was turning when i took it. It was a rush, i was going off anyways, with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;You think take picture very easy ah -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing i saw when i walked in, I WAS SO FUCKING SHOCKEDDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlnQLUU6_I/AAAAAAAAArw/169B8vJJ6lI/s1600/P1420_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlnQLUU6_I/AAAAAAAAArw/169B8vJJ6lI/s320/P1420_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492534748168645618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A FREAKING FLOATY BOUNCY THING THAT I ALWAYS WANTED. I WILL OWN ONE OF THIS WHEN I GROW UP ONE DAY, theirs is rented by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the variety of food was fucking little. The drinks is nice, but they ran out after i took a few cups. Okay lah, the shower was 11 - 3, i came at 2.15. ;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, mediocre food. Saw cupcakes topped with fucking lot of butter cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlk6XQXPbI/AAAAAAAAArg/8GjETUM8HyI/s1600/P1441_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlk6XQXPbI/AAAAAAAAArg/8GjETUM8HyI/s320/P1441_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492532174392868274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlk56t2H_I/AAAAAAAAArY/eZYWg6hEUus/s1600/P1440_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlk56t2H_I/AAAAAAAAArY/eZYWg6hEUus/s320/P1440_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492532166731898866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlk5vpAOYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/nJ-lcjvsyGI/s1600/P1438_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlk5vpAOYI/AAAAAAAAArQ/nJ-lcjvsyGI/s320/P1438_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492532163758799234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was very hard to take pictures of all the cupcake, so paiseh. And when i clicked capture, the stupid mother came and stare at me like mad. Motherfucker, she thinks the whole function rooms is hers.&lt;br /&gt;And once you expect the cupcake to be soooo vanilla-ish, you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlm4yzQl3I/AAAAAAAAAro/AFP7Pbggsew/s1600/P1443_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlm4yzQl3I/AAAAAAAAAro/AFP7Pbggsew/s320/P1443_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492534346450507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking double chocolate, and it's horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so long. I don't like you all.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Vivo, redeemed two scoops of ice cream from Ben and jerry. Soft Cookie in Cream and Phish Food.&lt;br /&gt;Do not try Phish Food, melt too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And was sitting down, looking at people making balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlqcwbdauI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QmlQh7es1-o/s1600/P1627%5B02%5D_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlqcwbdauI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QmlQh7es1-o/s320/P1627%5B02%5D_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492538262823987938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major ugly Hello kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlrFIhFmeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Zp0Py_J6xRg/s1600/P1627_10-07-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlrFIhFmeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Zp0Py_J6xRg/s320/P1627_10-07-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492538956484811234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinker Bell, also major ugly, face only. Stupid painted on.&lt;br /&gt;Tasmanian Devil, Road Runner and Pooh is niceeee! Wanted to take picture of a smaller nicer elmo and Mickey Mouse but the cb fucking guy stop and scolded me, no fucking point, already got half of them.&lt;br /&gt;This low life losers will just end up being single their whole lives, and going to geylang for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Tangs, and Petite Provenance Bakery, MOTHERFUCKING NICE I SWEAR . LOVE THEIR STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;The Chicken Rice Shop for dinner, and homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, who won the 3rd place for the World Cup? :l.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-574096826841212121?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/574096826841212121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=574096826841212121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/574096826841212121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/574096826841212121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/balloon-shower.html' title='Balloon Shower.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TDlhAK8-xsI/AAAAAAAAArI/GLL78otxxns/s72-c/P1458_10-07-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4219593515940947285</id><published>2010-07-08T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:55:23.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese, had a test and i didn't even know it. And the teacher didn't shave her pubes, she kept raising her arm. :LLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr kong taught us during chemistry today, errrrrrrrrr, his voice was very monotonous, it brings boredom, and he kinda teach unrelated stuff, he just added them in randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mdm Asmahan was very angry and started scolding the class, the scolding was intense, until she started crying. :( So sad, while she went on about her whole family, i was actually tearing, very sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i am the only one who cried/tear, call me gay or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, gonna write a nice post about Mdm Asmahan, and it'll be here for 48 hours, so that she has like time to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mdm Asmahan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think you're a very awesome teacher, you're nice, responsible and sarcastic at the same time. You told the class that you see in blogs, people may describe you as a bitch, but i like to say this honestly that i have never insulted you on my blog, i always liked your sarcasm so i think you're one of my top favourite teachers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You started tearing at the part of your children, you're a very strong woman, no, strong mother that supports her kids and at the same time, fills her strong teaching passion. Sure it isn't easy to juggle both, but you did it without complaining at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, i can't really write long good posts about people on my blog, first time, but i like to apologize to you for what happened today. :(&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mdm Asmahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PS: Don't worry about your kids, smart kids tend to learn stuff at a later age. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4219593515940947285?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4219593515940947285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4219593515940947285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4219593515940947285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4219593515940947285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/chinese-had-test-and-i-didnt-even-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-78484388029242848</id><published>2010-07-07T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:35:11.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SLUTlarie didn't even tell us the new timetable, all the periods wrong lah. Cb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I AM CB SAD IN COMPUTER STUDIES THAT I ACTUALLY BROKE DOWN AND STARTED CRYING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/a2Batz"&gt;Lindsay Lohan broke down in tears after being sentenced to 90 days in jail for violating terms of her probation #news http://bit.ly/a2Batz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE STUPID FUCKING STRAIT TIMES KEEP RETWEETING THIS, AT NIGHT ALSO PFFT . 1 HOUR AGO .&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you may think i'm gay, or very stupid to cry over this, but it's very sad okay. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, cb i don't know what's wrong with limgan. I swear, when she looked at me i didn't even talk, maybe just reply some casual remark about some work, but that isn't talkign right. And she cbly made me sit next to, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WEIKIT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, got cb lot of homework. He gave us like major lot of homework, and 3/4 of them is the Advanced one .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while going home, i met another tuition fucker. And what's worse is that we were in the same lift alone together.&lt;br /&gt;Fucker, and he was my friend during p3. Pfft, whatever, when i fell and needed stitches, he was the fucking nosey ass that kept wanting to see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, because i'm in such a bad mood when i think of limgan, shall tell you all a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;PINK BEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;IN TOY STORY 3 IS EVIL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, LOL madly evil, but whatever .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, shall share with you a tweet i saw from The Strait Times that made me laughhh. :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A web contest to decide where Justin Bieber should tour next backfired when voters chose to send him to N.Korea #news http://bit.ly/dao7On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow me on Twitter kay, &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/Dionnnn"&gt;click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-78484388029242848?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/78484388029242848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=78484388029242848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/78484388029242848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/78484388029242848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/slutlarie-didnt-even-tell-us-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3549197305997200654</id><published>2010-07-06T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:48:25.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuition yesterday was sooo great. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I understood the whole thing even though i never saw those signs before, but i had to sit near 4 fucking tall smelly boys, talking about the world cup for a full 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Cb, only semi final broadcast on channel 5, at 12 am. MIDNIGHT AHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;Wa so fucked meh, I GOT FREE WORLDCUP LEH. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mad weird, didn't bring name tag and Mdm Asmahan shouted it infront of the whole parade square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going home, GLACIOUS YOGHURT SO MUCH NICER.&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl spilled her soy sauce and she looked like she got murdered LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who did i see? &lt;br /&gt;My tuition mate, well, the one i don't like sitting diagonally left infront of me, fucking ugly, not his fault though, and voice is horrible, also not his fault. But he talks about the world cup and played his handphone WorldCup games all the way. SOOOO, LOSER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, not tuition mate, i don't like him. Tuition fucker lah, AHAHHAHA. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3549197305997200654?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3549197305997200654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3549197305997200654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3549197305997200654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3549197305997200654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuition-yesterday-was-sooo-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8935646241826327092</id><published>2010-07-05T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:50:15.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm fucking nervous for tuition later at Stepping Stones&lt;br /&gt;I've been in and out of there 4 times, madly nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i see no one that's been in the same class as me before.&lt;br /&gt;The guys will most probably lose alot of weight or gain alot, no maintains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can totally bet that 3/4 of the girls will be wearing fbts there.  &lt;br /&gt;Fuck, kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8935646241826327092?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8935646241826327092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8935646241826327092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8935646241826327092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8935646241826327092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-fucking-nervous-for-tuition-later-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7490047483679619508</id><published>2010-07-03T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:44:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYFOC 2010</title><content type='html'>Went to the opening ceremony for this year's SYF.&lt;br /&gt;Woahhh, it was shit.&lt;br /&gt;So was choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3s were sitting down and the sec 2s and 1s were noisy so i major shushed them a few times, then magdalene shouted for the sec 3s to keep quiet. Respect much? Shazirah replied telling her it's not us. And she bloody said it was the shushing.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, we were shushing you and your loud mouth level friends, so get them to shut the fuck up first before you even ask us to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then what happens? You sit down behind the table avoiding gaze by anyone, you act like you're crying but you don't even sound like it. And plus, crying still can lead the choir meh. &lt;br /&gt;So, dearest prefect, lengthen your skirt and wear nicer shoes. Because i don't talk to ugly people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, syf performance was horrible. There was some Victorian Cadet Corps or something that came from Malaysia, horrible. Boring and retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall upload the pictures in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;And here's one shot with me inside, heavily photoshopped. CS5, WOO! Aiyah, 30 day trial only lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TC9Mwv78OFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/pWpKx_3es-w/s1600/SDC14807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TC9Mwv78OFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/pWpKx_3es-w/s320/SDC14807.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489690871173232722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7490047483679619508?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7490047483679619508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7490047483679619508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7490047483679619508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7490047483679619508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/07/syfoc-2010.html' title='SYFOC 2010'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TC9Mwv78OFI/AAAAAAAAAqw/pWpKx_3es-w/s72-c/SDC14807.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5529402499639441186</id><published>2010-06-29T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:21:51.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought TicTac will not change after years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnyJa0Li-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZzlG0239Rss/s1600/P1651_29-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnyJa0Li-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZzlG0239Rss/s320/P1651_29-06-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488183864558586850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnyJNZq8cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SttIGrDKsv8/s1600/P1650_29-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnyJNZq8cI/AAAAAAAAAqg/SttIGrDKsv8/s320/P1650_29-06-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488183860957737410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, lousy marker stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnyInoDkoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/dxtq0xeCiUE/s1600/P1647_29-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxddXyKsI/AAAAAAAAAqI/56dxrdSP-MU/s320/P1644_29-06-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488183109330545346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxdLtHgEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LBTBvVhsGAE/s1600/P1643_29-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxdLtHgEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/LBTBvVhsGAE/s320/P1643_29-06-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488183104588185666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxchnBS4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/juXf1BcZW8U/s1600/P1643%5B01%5D_29-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxchnBS4I/AAAAAAAAAp4/juXf1BcZW8U/s320/P1643%5B01%5D_29-06-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488183093288323970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxcflIcgI/AAAAAAAAApw/un0nVNfHbTg/s1600/P1642_29-06-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnxcflIcgI/AAAAAAAAApw/un0nVNfHbTg/s320/P1642_29-06-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488183092743533058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what i found, well Alif's mom did.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize it isn't the actual size, it's just about 2/3 of your pinky finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomeeeeee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Walao, it was so much clearer on my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5529402499639441186?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5529402499639441186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5529402499639441186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5529402499639441186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5529402499639441186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-when-you-thought-tictac-will-not.html' title='Just when you thought TicTac will not change after years'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCnyJa0Li-I/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZzlG0239Rss/s72-c/P1651_29-06-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-773556538176823512</id><published>2010-06-28T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:31:29.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to choose your dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='select'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>How to dream what you want to dream (Only works 10% of the time)</title><content type='html'>Well, seem i'm bored and have nothing to do, shall share with you all a secret i discovered last December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall totally get the Nobel Peace Award for this. :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't very hard, but yet it is hard.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you may think this is some fake dream or some joke but i am completely serious about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criteria/Things you need:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Your dream, must be a normal dream. And by that, i mean it can't be a nightmare. You must be like walking in a normal place with other random strangers around. In either a first person or second person angle view. Or both. Well, i guess you can't choose this. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You should try to dream of your crush/love/man/woman/girl/boy/celebrity/idol to make you happy. Try this methods. I read one on the internet that if you see a picture of your crush/love/man/woman/girl/boy/celebrity/idol before you sleep, you tend to dream of them. Not working yet, but my way is highly effective.&lt;br /&gt;For example, if you wanna dream about Ellen Degeneres, make sure you, in any part of the day, just think of her or talk about her. Don't talk too much about her, just think/talk about her for about less than 1 minute, so that it's in your sub conscious state of mind. Then when you dream, you tend to dream of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Plan what you would like to do first. Like for gays on their crush, blowjob or something.&lt;br /&gt;Lesbians, cunnilingus party? Normal people, aiyah, have sex with your crush or see them naked. And for those who is planning to dream about their idols, make sure you do something nice. (I have no idea what i would like to do with Rihanna. :l.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, once you did all that, go to sleep and try to dream. If you don't dream, then try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And if you wake up halfway in a dream and want to continue it, go back to sleep. Yes, it works. But only if you're seriously very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the way to dream your dreams seems very simple but it is quite hard actually.&lt;br /&gt;In any point of your dream, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all you need to do is realize you're dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, very simple but it is verrrryyy hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it one before and is wanting to do more, and i promise i'll blog about it kay.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, realizing it is a dream is really very hard. Because recently i was in a dream, it ended with me washing my face then BOOM. Once the water touched my face, i immediately sprung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooo, tell me how you feel kay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-773556538176823512?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/773556538176823512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=773556538176823512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/773556538176823512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/773556538176823512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/how-to-dream-what-you-want-to-dream.html' title='How to dream what you want to dream (Only works 10% of the time)'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2468765697030443265</id><published>2010-06-28T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:05:20.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school.&lt;br /&gt;Weird shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE IS THE FIRST BLOODY PERIOD, WHAT THE FUCK RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;But, Thank God, because lessons only start at 9. Anddd, NEXT MONDAY IS A HOLIDAY, I THINK. EHEHEHHE.&lt;br /&gt;Spot check, i got caught for fingernails. W.t.f.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Mdm Ruhaizah. &lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGYYYYY. OUR TEACHER IS NOW MISS NG. Seriously, i can't stop laughing all her expressions are so priceless and we simply just can't look at her in a striaght face for more than 1 minute.&lt;br /&gt;I laughed to tears, pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATHSSS. :(&lt;br /&gt;Got split, sitting with Sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;Now in my maths band, i only like like Sheryl, &lt;i&gt;Yangxuan&lt;/i&gt;, Amirah and Siti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa fuck, the rest ah, simply speechlessssss.&lt;br /&gt;I understood every maths thing today, until i started searching for Sheryl's gift, then i completely died. ;l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thank you Kimberly for the Jeep, and Sheryl for the cowww!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2468765697030443265?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2468765697030443265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2468765697030443265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2468765697030443265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2468765697030443265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2706497378432212834</id><published>2010-06-27T12:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:03:31.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a Crumpler bag.&lt;br /&gt;Something i never thought will happen in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucking huge change and i don't like changes. ESPECIALLY MOTHERFUCKING HUGE ONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S 2 EXAMPLES.&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCbPvhhz1RI/AAAAAAAAApg/BWyTmjQeWwE/s1600/habbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCbPvhhz1RI/AAAAAAAAApg/BWyTmjQeWwE/s320/habbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487301611358508306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Habbo Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the times when playing CC, Costume Change, there's always a changing room because in order to change your looks, you have to go to the Hotel View and change it. Then you have to go inside a changing room with a password and go back to the normal room.&lt;br /&gt;But now, because of the upgrade, you can just change via another window of your homepage and poof, like literally, you'll poof and your outfit will change.&lt;br /&gt;Where's the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not  to mention the current one doesn't even have Battle Ball and Snowstorm, a game that players used to love to play ever since they made the tickets free instead of 1 credit per 5 of something.&lt;br /&gt;An now, instead of the normal HC, there's HC VIP and HC Normal.&lt;br /&gt;Cb, the next month of HC for me was a furni, slang for furniture, i always wanted. The X-Ray screen! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video of CC. And at the top right side, you can see the X-Ray screen. Cb, i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx9bGOCzeNM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fx9bGOCzeNM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCbnjj-2HvI/AAAAAAAAApo/KM8nEzxMl6Q/s1600/2005_youtube3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCbnjj-2HvI/AAAAAAAAApo/KM8nEzxMl6Q/s320/2005_youtube3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487327794137800434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YouTube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the 2009 Youtube was awesome, then came 2010. The comments section became shit, the description of the video was shifted downwards. Now, look at all those old videos, they point an arrow to the top right hand corner, but now? There is nothing. Super embarrassing, not to mention the ugly other video links and like related videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, have no idea why i blogged about this, but since it's typed out already, i will postttt. &lt;br /&gt;So taaa, have to pack my school bag. &lt;br /&gt;BOO TO CHANGESSSS. &gt;:lLLL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2706497378432212834?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2706497378432212834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2706497378432212834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2706497378432212834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2706497378432212834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-got-crumpler-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TCbPvhhz1RI/AAAAAAAAApg/BWyTmjQeWwE/s72-c/habbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6135449244080818183</id><published>2010-06-24T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:32:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush post of camp because everything's a bitch.</title><content type='html'>First day of camp, met Shazirah at lot 1. &lt;br /&gt;Was totally freaking out in the lrt, shivering like nobody and fucking jerking every few minutes, all because of this stupid urban legend. &lt;a href="http://urbanlegends.about.com/od/horrors/a/clown_statue.htm"&gt;The Clown Statue/The Clown Doll&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate, and already laughed like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Went there, pt was boring. Blah planned. Choir session, 2 HOURS ONLY! Seriously so shocked to hear that, marcus is totally a fucking fucker. Such fuckery.&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, skip lah. Movie time, Residents Evil . Quality and the movie was so horrible that half of the choir fell asleep. While one quarter walked out. Later they browsed Youtube, watched DBSK. Pfft, korea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightwalk was fucking hotttttttttttttttt. Wore a jacket, didn't feel that scared though, was praying with my Bible the whole time before, and being me, the type who thinks so much. &lt;br /&gt;I was afraid tat it will attract stuff, so i left it in my bag! &lt;3.  Believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home slept.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, pt 1 and a half hours, obviously, didn't do. Was watching the prefects the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race, other team is fucking shit . &lt;br /&gt;Blaahhhh, tag game. Awesomely fun, then JunCong fell. Poor him. :(&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS PANTS SPLIT AHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH . &lt;br /&gt;Okay, very mean but whatever. Skipskipskip, barbecue. Fucking horrible, juncong barbecuing, he's fucking smelly, 2 days never bathe one. We're totally serious.&lt;br /&gt;Chased him away and faster cook our own batch before he returns, but then we insulted him till he cried. :( Sorry lahhhh, but too bad, you're irritating thinking you're a leader for everything. &lt;br /&gt;The food was horrible, thank God Pasmine bought a whole pack of ice cubes. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Shazirah were eating it for dinner, until stomach ache lah, cb.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed, got 3rd prize out of 4 . LOL . &lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, first prize that group. Minghui copied the whole camp dance one lah please, major no originality much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflection in the middle of the parade square at midnight, took so long :L . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat infront of the general office and bitched with Yihong, Haafizhah, Asmida and Shazriah. Bitch and gossiped till 3 am, and went back to class thinking it was our turn to watch a movie, BUT EVERYONE WAS CB ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Slept for around one and a half hour or less on this mattress Mr Low provided for us. :DDDD. &lt;br /&gt;Laughed like mad with Shazirah before we fell asleep. Our own lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, woke up watch watch and went home. &lt;br /&gt;My d and h key is fucking pissing me off, cb you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6135449244080818183?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6135449244080818183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6135449244080818183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6135449244080818183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6135449244080818183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/rush-post-of-camp-because-everythings.html' title='Rush post of camp because everything&apos;s a bitch.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4682127187513226995</id><published>2010-06-22T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:32:32.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiatus, because of choir camp. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Will be back on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4682127187513226995?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4682127187513226995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4682127187513226995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4682127187513226995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4682127187513226995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/hiatus-because-of-choir-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1259665230427043071</id><published>2010-06-19T22:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T23:41:41.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBzh0loRGyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/7bfYpatQz14/s1600/raf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBzh0loRGyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/7bfYpatQz14/s320/raf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484506739800873762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea why i did that, but since i did, enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet my mother at town yesterday, trying to get a new school bag. Andd, i didn't find one.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Ion is fucking smelly and boring like cb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got on the lrt then mrt. Wearing a horrible shit and slippers, yes. Only one there wearing slippers, mad paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been on the MRT in such a long time that i was so scared there was something bad that's gonna happen. Not a b, (not gonna say the b word, if not kenna scolded like last time, wtf).&lt;br /&gt;It just feels so scary, and plus, the people there are such rude assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please help me find a new bag suitable for school. :(&lt;br /&gt;No bags from Zinc, because i think they suck, and everything the brand sells is ugly.&lt;br /&gt;No bags with shit hell lot of chains, I'm not a thug, all i want is a nice school bag, not to rob you with knuckle dusters on my bag.&lt;br /&gt;NO KOREAN BAGS LIKE THIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBzkr5vsWGI/AAAAAAAAApY/M1OXVb02VeA/s1600/T2.oxeXaJXXXXXXXXX_%21%21128517157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBzkr5vsWGI/AAAAAAAAApY/M1OXVb02VeA/s320/T2.oxeXaJXXXXXXXXX_%21%21128517157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484509889116788834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whether it is a star, or some diamond shape with two lines down, pink, black or yellow, whatever color, i don't want it. Ugly shit.&lt;br /&gt;I want a shoulder bag, NO SLING BAG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget, 80 down? &lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, give me all you've got. Either list it on my tagboard or email me at mudkipsshop@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1259665230427043071?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1259665230427043071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1259665230427043071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1259665230427043071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1259665230427043071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-have-no-idea-why-i-did-that-but-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBzh0loRGyI/AAAAAAAAApQ/7bfYpatQz14/s72-c/raf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8984893920044678490</id><published>2010-06-17T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:10:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awww, the coffee beans background make me seem like I'm some coffee addicted person that drinks coffee everyday to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story was cb full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to watch The A-Team. Worst show ever, but better than Clash Of The Titans.&lt;br /&gt;Can i say like it's the worst remake ever? &lt;br /&gt;I was so bored i was listening to music halfway during the movie, and sheryl, Enrui and me were watching another show, called dust. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBo59DOdLPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SkB9wb9CqjY/s1600/Zodiacal+Light.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBo59DOdLPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SkB9wb9CqjY/s320/Zodiacal+Light.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483759217277742322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, like literally watching the dust particles visible from the light.&lt;br /&gt;We were like at the second row, so we just looked up whenever we're bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYAH, there's this fucker infront who has major retard potential. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, he came with one friend. His friend, laughs so motherfucking loud at every single thing&lt;br /&gt;And him, he laughs at almost everything too, just no that loud. It's just that he'll start clapping and start bouncing and jumping on his chair.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i swear. He was like in the middle and everyone was laughing at him and he don't even realize that. &lt;br /&gt;Major stupid, even Sheryl's brother infront knew what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go join the circus, they need a new trapeze .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last tip. DON'T EVER WATCH REMAKES. pfft, except The Nightmare On Elm Street. And Friday The 13th, or just don't watch Clash of The Titans or The A-Team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the ending though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8984893920044678490?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8984893920044678490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8984893920044678490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8984893920044678490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8984893920044678490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/awww-coffee-beans-background-make-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBo59DOdLPI/AAAAAAAAAo0/SkB9wb9CqjY/s72-c/Zodiacal+Light.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8223857148581591005</id><published>2010-06-16T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:46:33.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like my new skin? :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, love it or hate it, you can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning at 12, was raining apparently, and i thought it was over.&lt;br /&gt;Then on the computer, Twitter updated me with water news. Orchard road is flooded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBjwHxntwJI/AAAAAAAAAos/HyKsOa8hMnw/s1600/28244_399328789747_608314747_4308009_2878746_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBjwHxntwJI/AAAAAAAAAos/HyKsOa8hMnw/s320/28244_399328789747_608314747_4308009_2878746_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483396562693243026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have no idea if that's really Orchard road because i'm a nub at town, and the update said that Bukit Timah was also flooded. &lt;br /&gt;Pfft, media doesn't really care about Bukit Timah, and judging by the trees by the side, it should be Orchard Road, i mean, where else to hang all those majorly dramatic decorations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is probably my time to laugh. Because, i only like went to Orchard Area less than 10 times in my whole life, and people always mock me (not really lah, but whatevs), and now, I'M MOCKING YOU AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;SITTING HERE AND LAUGHING AT YOU IN THE COMFORT OF MY OWN HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got water reaching waist deep here or not? No! AHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predicted that this would happen and it did! I should get some award.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, i never really predicted, but just believe me and spread the message that i'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news about this? Wrong timing. :( . I just hope we have choir there, and i can be fucking late and i'll just blame the weather, and choir will be cancelled and i'll be there shopping for useless stuff the whole day! Ehehehe, can't scold me for being late already. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, click my ads! &lt;br /&gt;Woah, first time saying this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8223857148581591005?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8223857148581591005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8223857148581591005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8223857148581591005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8223857148581591005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-my-new-skin-dddd-whatever-love-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TBjwHxntwJI/AAAAAAAAAos/HyKsOa8hMnw/s72-c/28244_399328789747_608314747_4308009_2878746_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2829652473129284104</id><published>2010-06-13T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:05:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every great singer will fall on stage.&lt;br /&gt;And, Rihanna has one, not very recent uh, but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbE5zZMWnW8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bbE5zZMWnW8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now people are commenting on how she falls too many times, she was just walking. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Fall her fault or not, she covered it immediately and made it look like a move. Beyonce did it too, did Lady Gaga do it?&lt;br /&gt;No! okay lah, better give her justice if not all her fans come bombard me like the last time the Michael Jackson fans did. Retweet somemore, i practically have a whole fanclub hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna was singing and moving around solo, so was Beyonce. But not Gaga, she was dancing with her group during Teeth. (One of my favourtie songs btw! Getting sian already. ;l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwWQ954Py9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwWQ954Py9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oooh, got HD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on how the rain water got all the way in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a video on Youtube titled 'Lady Gaga falls on stage 3 times!!!' , go search it yourself. Or just double clcik the above video and look at the second related video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She falls thrice, in like 2 years and no one scolds her.&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna falls a few times in 3 years and everyone scolded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the hater who commented must be either&lt;br /&gt;1.Chris Brown (Go &lt;s&gt;jail&lt;/s&gt; community service not good enough ah.)&lt;br /&gt;2.Taylor Swift (Okay lah, used to dislike her LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;3.Perez Hilton (He loves her, but doesn't really like her songs in Rated R, so, this spot!)&lt;br /&gt; or&lt;br /&gt;4.Some retarded jobless loser who wants to condemn the world because he doesn't have a job. (Never pass PSLE one lor.) [In Singaporean terms.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose number 4, as my final choice.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be number 1, he should be cleaning the street and not browsing Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;Not number 2, she's mad kind and so soft and gentle and all those.&lt;br /&gt;Number 3? Fail, half of the population already hates him, just saying LOL. And i already said, he loves her LOL . :D But i love her more. :d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, number 4 lor.&lt;br /&gt;People, don't come telling me i should try other people, but because according to MY statistics, number 4 should win/lose. So, he's the asshole trying to demoralize people because he's social life is a failure!&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH, okay bai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2829652473129284104?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2829652473129284104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2829652473129284104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2829652473129284104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2829652473129284104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/every-great-singer-will-fall-on-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1722055273542432322</id><published>2010-06-09T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T23:55:51.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP ZEN ZHOU .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;RIP ZEN ZHOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TA-4NbRznsI/AAAAAAAAAog/LyfN099bDEM/s1600/10218_172825370188_172758060188_4172295_5908016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TA-4NbRznsI/AAAAAAAAAog/LyfN099bDEM/s320/10218_172825370188_172758060188_4172295_5908016_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480801812333436610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of you may be calling me crazy right now, but this post is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE SHE FUCKING DIED ?! SERIOUSLY. She's so motherfucking hot and chio and she dies halfway like that?&lt;br /&gt;Get killed by Shaun Chen somemore, the one who never seems to wash his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so cb sad i actually cried when she die!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck how can man, she's such a strong woman .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Both spouses she married died. Fucking sad lah!, and if it happened to me, i would have just killed myself by the second one. Not depressing one meh?&lt;br /&gt;She had to go through it and she survived. *Big wide grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After lots of efforts, she and her in-show son H2O, AKA Joshua Ang, became really really good friends . They were quarreling like mad fuck before, and now they're like best friends, if ten year age gap only, i'll totally put them together as a couple lor!!&lt;br /&gt;But cannot lah, what your stepmother is your wife ah. -.- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she is so fabulous, she died. :(&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see more of her though, as in Lynn Poh. Don't expect some ghost to come around during the show, and have a stupid fuck ending like the 'Right Beside You' (?) show. Fucking retarded lor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, RIP ZEN ZHOU. :( . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It's her character that died, NOT HER . =.= .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1722055273542432322?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1722055273542432322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1722055273542432322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1722055273542432322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1722055273542432322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/rip-zen-zhou.html' title='RIP ZEN ZHOU .'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TA-4NbRznsI/AAAAAAAAAog/LyfN099bDEM/s72-c/10218_172825370188_172758060188_4172295_5908016_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5874271241764579547</id><published>2010-06-08T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T00:10:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I learnt 2 thing today after watching the last episode of the 9 o clock drama, what I'm By You Side. or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apparently, once you're dead, doesn't mean you're gone! You can just hang on for 20 episodes, and then the person who is 'hosting' you, will die the sameway you did, but just nice, your spirit will go into your hosts's body, your host will go into some randomy passer-by taking a picture's body and the random passer-by will end up dying for no apparent reason. Just for taking a picture. &lt;br /&gt;Talk about tragic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NOBDY LIKES NATHO! AHAHAHHAHAHA. I tweeted a tweet scolding nat ho on how lousy he was and how i would never like him, and Sheryl re-tweeted it, then 2 other people, (unknown to me), re-tweeted it too! &lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, i totally feel like some Twitter celebrity! Eheheheh . I feel so bloody popular and awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir today was a total waste of the time , we had totally nothing to do, besides, i was late for some reason i will not tell you . :&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;And we can't reach any thing, (okay, i can lah, but i just say i cannot.). And we had nothing to do for the first one and a half hour, then when it was 'together time', i totally was lip syncing. :&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Okay lah, choir wasn't that boring. I had Shazirah, and we haven't gossip, bitch and judge people together in soooo longgggggg. Larve her. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5874271241764579547?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5874271241764579547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5874271241764579547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5874271241764579547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5874271241764579547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-learnt-2-thing-today-after-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4014515712801203434</id><published>2010-06-06T17:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T17:50:34.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do i believe in happy endings?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Disney talks about 'Happily Ever Afters'? Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, i bet in Sherk 1, they ended the story with 'And they all lived Happily Ever After'. With Shreak and Fiona walking into the sunset holding hands then fading into the credits.&lt;br /&gt;Well, what happen in Shrek 2, 3 and 4?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boosh, not happy right? There goes your fairy tale dream.&lt;br /&gt;Like Snow White, how can you live happily ever after with a stupid lady who looks like she suffers from gigantism because she's heck tall. And whenever she sings, thousands of little animals and critters go to you.&lt;br /&gt;And how does her husband take it that when ever they sleep, seven little dwarves with regular pms moodswings stare at your bed and expect a nice story to sleep? Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;Rich man get married to a poor girl? Already fairy tale enough, not to mention, you met her as a lying bitch deceiving herself and you, and plus, you have to have a fucking asshole of a mother in law and sister in laws. Oh, just kill yourself and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;The one who sleeps nonstop, the husband one day will surely damn pissed off, drug her, rape her, and then kill her in her sleep. Predictable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on Beauty and The Beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i've recently been busy playing Maple.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, i needed to kill this mannequins, so chio lor wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtuhxarURI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nUj9fFDWYLg/s1600/chioo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtuhxarURI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nUj9fFDWYLg/s320/chioo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479594898106306834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die also so chio. Slowly bend down the like 'rot' like some doll from a special music video from Kerli. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtu2Os6HyI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/OcmFP7JyNus/s1600/chiodying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtu2Os6HyI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/OcmFP7JyNus/s320/chiodying.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479595249564786466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf right.&lt;br /&gt;And ps, doesn't mean i play it alot, it means i'm addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Let's end this post with a thousands of little penguin keychains/keyrings chasing me . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtvLjdaNhI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0-pVVHdbqn8/s1600/LOLATALLTHEPENGUINSFOLLOWINGME.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtvLjdaNhI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0-pVVHdbqn8/s320/LOLATALLTHEPENGUINSFOLLOWINGME.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479595615914178066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: LOL. Mother ordering KFC, the person has a hard time hearing her surname. MAD FUNNY. Seah very hard meh. LOL .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm TelefoneGaGa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4014515712801203434?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4014515712801203434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4014515712801203434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4014515712801203434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4014515712801203434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-i-believe-in-happy-endings-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/TAtuhxarURI/AAAAAAAAAoI/nUj9fFDWYLg/s72-c/chioo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4790959027336912460</id><published>2010-06-02T23:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T23:49:49.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As we sat in the library, a guy came in. I saw him, he looked special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and Sara were away, me and Enrui decided to leave . I went to the toilet, realize my phone wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;Came out, Enrui wasn't there too (fuck you, btw!), panicked.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the library, megan and sara still not there, then the  guy, the way he looked at me was weird, as if he knew something. I went off, panicking, searching my bag, tracing my steps and entering the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Which is where i then saw a guy peeing in the cubicle, with him legs wide open, with an opened door .&lt;br /&gt;I was so grossed and maxed out. I wanted to cry , and wait for megan or sara so i can use their phone to trace mine. I went back, saw their bags.&lt;br /&gt;The guy was too distracted taking care of his cousins, or some friends, whatever. Like 5 years old . I lifted up their bags and search, don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Will Dion Chan please report to the central counter now.'&lt;br /&gt;Hope.&lt;br /&gt;"I walked towards it, very happily said i was Dion Chan, the librarian, so friendly, said 'You! Dion, this is your phone, take care of your belonging, don't anyhow put or leave in places!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - 'Yes, okay thanks you. *chuckles* Smile and walk away .'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out someone returned my phone, most prolly the guy, but he seemed like he didn't even move or get up, then Enrui called, librarian answered, Enrui told them my name . :D&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bad karma, my retribution, then i donated to some charity willingly just now, then, the karma person saw how nice i was and decided that i should get my phone back .&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, shall do loads of good things to get awesome karma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind people rock!&lt;br /&gt;Shall return all wallets and money that i find, unless they're less than five bucks. Ehehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4790959027336912460?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4790959027336912460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4790959027336912460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4790959027336912460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4790959027336912460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-we-sat-in-library-guy-came-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3310519117266203783</id><published>2010-05-30T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T01:30:13.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wooo, been leaving my blog alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know why? MAPLE.&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee. Okay lah very lame and primary4-ish. But i'm back to it now, not that addicted yet, still can rescue.&lt;br /&gt;And unlike last time, i won't buy 100 prepaid cards in a year and use all of them, almost wasting like $1,000 on virtual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I will never do it again. &lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH PFFT. Like real, when i grow up and own a credit card, i will totally buy hell loads and thousands of brownie points.&lt;br /&gt;Virtual stuff so what, virtual people see your chio virtual stuff and get jealous, and that feeling is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, got a new can opener. For those of you who don't know, the last time i used a can opener was like last week, opening a can of stupid luncheon meat, failed on me halfway and the whole thing literally crumbled up into pieces. I then lift the can's half open lid up, then after awhile i went to take the can and touch the lid, and FWAHHH, it cut my motherfucking middle finger. and it cb bleeds non stop.&lt;br /&gt;Such a small cut, bleed non stop and is so shitass painful, talk about karma.&lt;br /&gt;AND YESTERDAY, MY FATHER GOT A NEW CAN OPENER.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, need to learn how to use it again, i took 1 whole year to realize my old one was to turn anti-clockwise, not clockwise. FML.&lt;br /&gt;And there goes 1 whole year of canned food, i shall learn and master the new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bloody cbs, cannot laugh at me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I also learnt how to mop! First chore ever, still very horrible at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Boo, had a dream last nice that i was friends with him. Good friends, ending up alighting the bus, he pat my shoulder, threw his hand up and wave me goodbye with a motherfucking huge grin/smile laughing just like he won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;And then i'm back in the bus, going to orchard, can see the highway, very blurry one but still recognize it. Which freaking highway is twirled into a circle?&lt;br /&gt;And i woke up feeling happy!&lt;br /&gt;WTF MUCH RIGHT .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3310519117266203783?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3310519117266203783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3310519117266203783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3310519117266203783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3310519117266203783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/wooo-been-leaving-my-blog-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6703923125097140179</id><published>2010-05-24T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T19:17:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my 12 year old self.</title><content type='html'>Dear the 12-year old me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi me, it's your future, i'm 15 now. There's a few things i would like to change, so the purpose of this letter will be for you to get use to this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You should probably dump your 2 bestfriends in p6 like right now, the 2 guys, B and D. Because they're worthless and such major losers that plays with blocks. And insteadd, you should go closer to the mudkips, Andrew, Shermane and Shing Ying, because they're waaaay better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. On the day before the science PSLE, don't bother watching America's Got Talent, because that will make you sleepy and the only moisture you have to wake you up during PSLE will be saliva. So just skip the show, finale, just so happens to be there, and study science like mad BUT STILL sleep early. Bianca Ryan won anyways, and the show is always available on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. START BAKING. It's the second last year you will have your dearest maid, so start making cookies, cupcakes, cakes, brownies and everything possible so that Mommy and Daddy will trust you in the future and give you the freedom to bake in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you're speaking vulgarities, STOP NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you don't want to listen to step 2, when in secondary school, DON'T JOIN CHOIR. Drama is better, or band. And by doing that, you will be able to join cckss idol in sec 1, where you have your best voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Start persuading mommy and daddy to invest shares in Apple company, but stop at around mid 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. James Cameron is gonna come up with a movie called Avatar and it's gonna win 9 Oscars, this will happen in 2009, so start betting with all your friends with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last but not least, start saving $2 a day NOW. Because by the time you're sec 3, 24th May, you'll be motherfucking rich! Ahhaha !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Me in 3 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6703923125097140179?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6703923125097140179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6703923125097140179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6703923125097140179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6703923125097140179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-my-12-year-old-self.html' title='Letter to my 12 year old self.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3315711241870811800</id><published>2010-05-23T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:40:35.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say what happened to me yesterday, motherfucking cb scary . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 12.30 am, midnight. I was happily using my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw something small, yellowish, for some reason, from the second level, fly down and hit the floor/table and a thick/thud sound. it's just a sound, don't bother me.&lt;br /&gt;Then after a while , like 5 minutes, i was at Chris Salvatore's web. AND THEN MOTHERFUCKER FUCKING HELL CB I HAD THE BIGGEST SHOCK OF MY LIFE .&lt;br /&gt;A CB FULL GROWN ADULT BROWN SHIT ASS HOLE COCKROACH CRAWLED OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY LAPTOP, AND CRAWLED TO THE RIGHT SIDE, EXITING AND GOING TO THE TABLE.&lt;br /&gt;(English isn't good when i'm scared, just use your imagination.)&lt;br /&gt;I GAVE OFF THE LOUDEST EAR PIERCING SCREAM EVER, AND RAN OFF . SCREAMING AND RUNNING LIKE SOME WILD ASS IDIOT .&lt;br /&gt;I GRAB MY MOST PRECIOUS THING AN RAN TO THE LIVING ROOM WHERE MY MOTHER WAS SITTING DOWN THERE WATCHING TV . MY SCREAM WOKE MY FATHER UP AND I TOLD HIM TO KILL IT CB SCARY .&lt;br /&gt;THEN AFTER 15 MINUTES OF TEARING, STONING, I REALIZED WHAT WAS HAPPENING .&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THAT LIKE MOTHERFUCKING COCKROACH DIED, SERVER YOU RIGHT YOU BRAVE MOTHERFUCKER OF GOING INTO MY TERRITORY, AND I HOPE YOUR WHOLE FAMILY DIE TOO .&lt;br /&gt;I THEN WENT TO TAKE MY PHONE AND RAN OFF TO THE KITCHEN SINK TO WASH/CLEAN/WIPE MY PHONE AND MY LOVELY PRECIOUS BEAR .  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THEN WENT BACK TO THE LIVING ROOM, I WENT BACK TO MY LAPTOP AREA ECAUSE THE LIGHTS, FAN, AND PRACTICALLY EVERYTHING WAS ON.&lt;br /&gt;I WENT BACK WITH PLASTIC BAGS OVER MY HANDS AND SLIPPERS AND WENT TO OFF EVERYTHING AND WENT UP TO MY MOTHER'S ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol, ps, i slept with hot room yesterday because i thought i on, but i didn't. No patience, so i just went to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY, IF YOU SEE SOMETHING SMALL FLYING . FUCKING PREPARE ALL THE INSECT KILLER LIKE RIDSECT .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE : CHANGE ALL THE COCKROACH POISON AND GET MORE INSECT KILLING SPRAYS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOU DIE CB MOTHERFUCKER .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3315711241870811800?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3315711241870811800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3315711241870811800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3315711241870811800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3315711241870811800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-cockroaches.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7278653711037367882</id><published>2010-05-23T22:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:18:43.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Family Guy Love.</title><content type='html'>Loving Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;After maybe a year, or 2 months of not watching Family Guy, Love how they make parodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_lEs6UcjsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bKNYcDsN8qI/s1600/Stewie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_lEs6UcjsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bKNYcDsN8qI/s320/Stewie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474482360405495490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewie in a tea party with Transformers' Optimus Prime and a Carebear. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH, i just love how it looks like . Mad funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_lFYgoE6vI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9kGKVRmHV8E/s1600/Twoandahalfmen.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_lFYgoE6vI/AAAAAAAAAoA/9kGKVRmHV8E/s320/Twoandahalfmen.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474483109422754546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, the cast of Two and A Half Men.&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME THAT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE CHARLIE SHEEN.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha mad funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the scene where Biron's professor fails him for missing the Chemistry midterm to take his daughter to the doctors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Biron is a 24 year old, who has a 3 year old daughter. He went back to college to get a better education, to provide his daughter with a better life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor: I'm sorry Biron, missing the midterm is an automatic failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biron: Go ahead professor Walkins, give me an F on that exam, because i don't care, i got an A today, as a dad. Maybe this is news to you, but love isn't an element on your periodic table. So you know what? keep your Bronium and Magnesium because i discovered a much more precious element, I discovered dadmean. (Not sure what it means or says, just take it as if it's some kind of father love thing.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Family Guy .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7278653711037367882?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7278653711037367882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7278653711037367882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7278653711037367882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7278653711037367882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/family-guy-love.html' title='Family Guy Love.'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_lEs6UcjsI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bKNYcDsN8qI/s72-c/Stewie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-931337489039349999</id><published>2010-05-23T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T00:28:57.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Please read this passage in a different tone. Sad tone will be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Edmund.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously pity him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school yesterday, me and @loveyou2bits saw him leaning on the railings. One of his leg was on the second one.&lt;br /&gt;'Ohmygosh, is edmund gonna jump?' -@loveyou2bits&lt;br /&gt;Then he placed his leg on the second highest one, the fourth or fifth one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, screamed so bloody loudly he was shocked, and the whole school even turned to me instead of him.&lt;br /&gt;I shouted for him not to jump, he put his leg down and just walked off dragging his feet looking down .&lt;br /&gt;Got suicide potential, so i was very affected and was actually tearing. Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madly sad okay, i will never hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*End the sad tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day was motherfucking boring and hot.&lt;br /&gt;No Milo truck . :(((( . The only reason me and Enrui came for . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cb sec 1/2 AVA boy talked back to me, you will die ugly ass fuck. I hope you lunge a microphone into your head and you hear this super high pitched tone and you end up wringgling on the floor but never die. EHEHEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baii kay. Too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of pictures, mad fugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, for @Kooniez .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Do you own an iPod?&lt;br /&gt;Do you want a newer and better iPod USB portable charger because you either don't have one right now, or the one you have sucks?&lt;br /&gt;If you say yes, (just admit it . ) , @kooniez also known as Geok Koon, is selling her BRAND NEW USB portable charger !  &lt;br /&gt;It's only $15, so buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ownyourbooger.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ownyourbooger.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; Tagg her. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-931337489039349999?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/931337489039349999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=931337489039349999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/931337489039349999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/931337489039349999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/please-read-this-passage-in-different.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2042450155985686923</id><published>2010-05-20T22:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T22:53:18.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>McFlurry - McShit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_VKh2cWxrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-WJUIBFB3L4/s1600/mcdonalds_oreo_mcflurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_VKh2cWxrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-WJUIBFB3L4/s320/mcdonalds_oreo_mcflurry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473362867549292210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, this cb thing will usually cheer you up after a fucking shit day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but noo, didn't happen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 10, coming back from tuition, i decided to get ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;I bought an ice cream and walked home happily eating it, under the block beside mine, i saw something in the dark. Being the totally scared and playing safe me, i said 'sorry', then just when i'm gonna take one step ahead, i looked back, GASP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB. &lt;br /&gt;IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING BREAD WITH HELL LOADS OF COCKROACHES EATING IT. Mad gross lah wtf, and they didn't move at all. Just like some dry hump olympics, i jumped two steps forward and walked normally. ;l&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back. I was being to feel so paranoid as i saw 2 more dead cockroaches cb. Then in the lift, i was happily eating, walked out, took a bite.&lt;br /&gt;AND CB IT HAPPENED. There was something inside.&lt;br /&gt;Like some &lt;i&gt;small shit twig&lt;/i&gt; poking out into 3 sides, Feeling totally major freaked out, i spat it out on the floor and began 0puking and spitting into my cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry neighbour, i don't know you anyway so ignore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started spitting phlegm, saliva and all types of shit stuff spitable.&lt;br /&gt;And when i went home, i spat some more and went to throw it away. Then forced myself to vommit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CB GROSS LAH OMG.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not take McDonalds Icecream for one whole month.&lt;br /&gt;Those who say it's a blessing in disguise, fuck you. Next time you claim you're allergic to seafood, i'll feed you seafood. And when you react like some cb, i'll just say it's some lesson learnt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer me up, I listen to this song.&lt;br /&gt;Woo hoo! Newest release single, and possibly debut. Madly nice . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/erTjY2m8PQ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/erTjY2m8PQ8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2042450155985686923?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2042450155985686923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2042450155985686923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2042450155985686923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2042450155985686923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/mcflurry-mcshit.html' title='McFlurry - McShit'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_VKh2cWxrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/-WJUIBFB3L4/s72-c/mcdonalds_oreo_mcflurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5722861735436139012</id><published>2010-05-18T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T21:51:13.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_KaKm-qtaI/AAAAAAAAAno/sCBRcfvi-UE/s1600/fuck-you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_KaKm-qtaI/AAAAAAAAAno/sCBRcfvi-UE/s320/fuck-you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472606004261336482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well fuck you, Mr Leong.&lt;br /&gt;The worse jobless hobo/pregnant man on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell for being rude to you. How horrible were you to us?&lt;br /&gt;When i came back from recess i was greeted with a 'Tsk, how can your maths so horrible ah Dion?' by you, well so much for the warm welcome.&lt;br /&gt;And by humiliating Sheryl infront of the whole class by saying that she did very horrible, even worse than Enrui or Me, skipping the graph and getting only 1 mark for section B. &lt;br /&gt;Many people skipped the graph too and you had to say her.&lt;br /&gt;Whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;But when then, brilliant Aisyah(:D) asked you about her maths on the way to the hall, Sara, Enrui, Sheryl and Me walking behind you.&lt;br /&gt;You gave a fucking horrible answer.&lt;br /&gt;'Don't worry, you pass lah, not like all those behind me they all failed.'&lt;br /&gt;CB. Kill yourself. &lt;br /&gt;(Aiysha's great btw.) &lt;br /&gt;Even after me shouting 'Excuse me? ' and 'We can totally hear what you're saying, (fag)' . You ignored.&lt;br /&gt;CB.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIEDIEDIE. MAY YOU ROT IN HELL MO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5722861735436139012?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5722861735436139012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5722861735436139012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5722861735436139012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5722861735436139012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-fuck-you-mr-leong.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_KaKm-qtaI/AAAAAAAAAno/sCBRcfvi-UE/s72-c/fuck-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5351697901292794250</id><published>2010-05-17T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:37:59.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor Heroes vs Villains</title><content type='html'>I am so glad of who won Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;If up till now, you don't know. Just go jump down a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANDRA WON! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FO4exKzWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/niAI-jmva3w/s1600/625-TV_Survivor_20.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FO4exKzWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/niAI-jmva3w/s320/625-TV_Survivor_20.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472241754470796642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she seriously is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to backstab Russell, that pussy king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, i was seriously also hoping for Sandra to win, because she's like not a one million dollar winner like Parvati, who is also awesome.&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, both of them won before! Whee, lightens my choice, but i still wanted Sandra to win Parvati to win fan favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FQVIeUQSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/5zr47NqVea8/s1600/parvati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FQVIeUQSI/AAAAAAAAAnY/5zr47NqVea8/s320/parvati.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472243346213978402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that stupid Russell to die down there with his boob ass body to rot.&lt;br /&gt;He's expecting everyone to vote for him for the way he played the game, 'strategic' ? , while he expects everyone else to forget how he backstabbed them and lied and even sweared on his kids life for them and breaking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FRd8HpEvI/AAAAAAAAAng/cgz8tM4d61Q/s1600/Asshole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FRd8HpEvI/AAAAAAAAAng/cgz8tM4d61Q/s320/Asshole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472244597028098802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop smiling, no one likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't like how Jerri got eliminated even though i'm not a fan, Russell should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so totally in favour to me, my plan of the episode would be like this : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last immunity challenge, Russell touches the pole but instead, hits his head against the pole, and walk away thinking there's nothing there. &lt;br /&gt;Then Parvati will suddenly know it's there and just run up and grab it. &lt;br /&gt;While Jerri still crawls on the ground clinging on the pole as if she broke both of her legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the camp, Russell knows that he's going to get eliminated and goes around trying to poison Jerri and Sandra's mind. It ends up with both of them telling Parvati.&lt;br /&gt;Parvati will then fake a move and agree on voting Sandra out, then when tribal council comes, they take their turns and chances as Colby stares at them&lt;br /&gt;While each of them write their votes, just nice, Parvati's the last one, she will shout, 'RUSSELL, KISS MY ASS.' , so loud to the camera that everyone at the Tribal Council cn hear, just like the time Randy did that to Sugar in Gabon.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will laugh, and as Parvati walks back to her seat, Russell stares at her like there's a huge monstrous frog on her face pointing at him.&lt;br /&gt;Then as Jeff reads out the votes, and finally , eliminate Russell, Russell will bring his torch there and let Jeff kill the fire. &lt;br /&gt;After the fire is killed, everyone in the jury will clap, and Sandra and Parvati will start giggling, laughing then clapping. While Jerri sits down there and stare and look innocent and pathetic because she believes he's oh so great. Whatever, pfft.&lt;br /&gt;He then threathen to throw his torch to Parvati/Sandra's angle, but just leave it near the middle fire area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next scene (This show is not scripted btw, no scenes.), it's the last day and they're all honouring the people that went out . While they meet Russell's mask, they either 'forget' about it, miss it and just walk pass or 'accidentaly' drop it into the sea, while shouting 'Oops!' . &lt;br /&gt;Then Jerri slowly goes back to retrieve/get it back, then as they start burning them, Jerri throws Russell's mask in. Being irritated, both of them pushes her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay, just realize that scene happens before the last immunity challenge, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;Then while revealing the winner at the studio, Russell's so pissed off he just stands up and walks off. But he falls down infront of everybody. And just run off to his wife crying . HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, he only won fan favourite because he probably just bribe or threatened people that if they don't choose him, he'll harm their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm mean. AHHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5351697901292794250?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5351697901292794250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5351697901292794250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5351697901292794250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5351697901292794250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/survivor-heroes-vs-villains.html' title='Survivor Heroes vs Villains'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S_FO4exKzWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/niAI-jmva3w/s72-c/625-TV_Survivor_20.sff.embedded.prod_affiliate.81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-4560341174302048071</id><published>2010-05-15T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T00:09:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: YOUR SECRET ADMIRER</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to GG, who wants to be known as KK but i refuse because it's so act cute. KoonKoon, pfft. GeokGeok better right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7Ci25T1AI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GJSyIuoA9U0/s1600/P2346_15-05-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7Ci25T1AI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GJSyIuoA9U0/s320/P2346_15-05-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471524501408961538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest G^2,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your letter. Even though it's written in the army talk thing, while the guy talks about how japanese treated the previous set of Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;You better appreciate my letter because i handmade it, it is motherfucking chio and i better see tons of pictures of it and you cam whoring with it on your blog, on the day you receive it, which is like what, Monday?&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU BETTER BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your hair, even though it may look like it's infested like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7EP5f3jeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/UwywPjGL4p4/s1600/Hair-Mice-via-marthastewart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7EP5f3jeI/AAAAAAAAAm4/UwywPjGL4p4/s320/Hair-Mice-via-marthastewart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471526374713298402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i know, deep down, in your heart, it's infested like this .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7FqMgyHzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xcbqKiXHGHE/s1600/Infested.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7FqMgyHzI/AAAAAAAAAnA/xcbqKiXHGHE/s320/Infested.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471527926005636914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAH LOVELY RIGHT. Tell the truth okay, really put in effort for this, stupid thing cannot copy. And once i finished, there was a space ontop so i had to redo.&lt;br /&gt;But then halfway through the new one i realize nevermind because my blog background is white, but i just kept on going LOL . Retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not chio, you are never chio. LOL. I'm not littledawn(: . You know what i mean okay LOL .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great minds think alike. You mind reading telepathy bitch .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;(Inserts signature)&lt;br /&gt;Your lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-4560341174302048071?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/4560341174302048071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=4560341174302048071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4560341174302048071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/4560341174302048071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/re-your-secret-admirer.html' title='RE: YOUR SECRET ADMIRER'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-7Ci25T1AI/AAAAAAAAAmw/GJSyIuoA9U0/s72-c/P2346_15-05-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6371540388541834944</id><published>2010-05-14T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:55:45.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's museum trip was spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;GeokKoon&lt;/span&gt; for the love letter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this army talk.&lt;br /&gt;Then this guy was explaining about army stuff, paying attention to only Timothy, Enrui, Shazirah, Dalia and me because we were in the front. &lt;br /&gt;Madly paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;The food was mediocre, but we took back LOADS of things. &lt;br /&gt;Collection today wasn't bad, Dalia started with ovaltine then everything LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Ended up with 5 packs of dog biscuit, 1 dessert (corn with water chesnut.), some wax thing with a box of matchsticks, and tissue. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i know very cheap, but who cares. &lt;br /&gt;Dalia took my vanilla/butter dog biscuit! Madly nice. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then break, ate Sarpinos. Woo.&lt;br /&gt;Museum, madly far, took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;THE THEATRE WAS FUCK SCARY, screamed like mad . &lt;br /&gt;And i ended it with the last scream made of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pfft, feeling so bimbotic.  &lt;br /&gt;Back to school, sex ed. &lt;br /&gt;Loser, HEHEHEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought materials for card and made, cried. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6371540388541834944?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6371540388541834944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6371540388541834944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6371540388541834944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6371540388541834944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/todays-museum-trip-was-spectacular.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8610632617338708149</id><published>2010-05-13T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:56:01.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever saw a UFO-Catcher machine at an arcade, or some random bowling alley?&lt;br /&gt;Always tried but never seem to get?&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't worry. BECAUSE I GOT ONE AHAHHAHAHA. AND IT'S ONLY IN MY SECOND TRY.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT THE GREEN STITCH, WOOOOOOOO, No purple elmo. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-wRTu6sRnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Fdqexf7D9Ts/s1600/P2220_13-05-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-wRTu6sRnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Fdqexf7D9Ts/s320/P2220_13-05-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470766678057698930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA, I'M MADLY HAPPY BECAUSE I NEVER EVER WON BEFORE.&lt;br /&gt;We were playing bowling then Sheryl went towards the machine. She got this chicken thing, which i call Clucky, on her first bloody try! Pro or what. &lt;br /&gt;Then she tried again but failed, i tried once, but failed too.&lt;br /&gt;Then i decided to try again, $1 only what, with that thinking, i went and tried for the green thing, that i thought was a stitch, turns out it is, just with waaaay huger eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, first i tried minnie, failed, ended up squashing three toys together.&lt;br /&gt;Then the stitch, it grabbed two, or rather, one and a half, then i was like OHHHHHHH. :(, because i saw the thing dropping, but being so 'never give up' attitude, stitch clung on with just his foot LOL.&lt;br /&gt;By this time, i was already screaming like mad, way excited as this is my first prize, and plonk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO . I GOT IT. STARTED SCREAMING LIKE MAD SHIT. GREEN STITCH FOR ONLY $2, WAY CHEAPER THAN ALL THOSE STUPID MORE THAN WORDS KEYCHAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHHEEE OHMYGOSH, YOU CAN NEVER SEE MY JOY.&lt;br /&gt;Then totally being the very haolian mode of me, i decided to try to get some random pink curly kinda ugly but nice toy. And fail lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;If not i'll be here jumping even more mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story is, I LEARNED HOW TO USE THE UFO CATCHER WOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Museum trip tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Madly happy and excited, can't wait for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8610632617338708149?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8610632617338708149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8610632617338708149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8610632617338708149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8610632617338708149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-saw-ufo-catcher-machine-at-arcade.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-wRTu6sRnI/AAAAAAAAAmo/Fdqexf7D9Ts/s72-c/P2220_13-05-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6231025815648076223</id><published>2010-05-12T19:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T20:52:06.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog and LRT peeves</title><content type='html'>Exams today.&lt;br /&gt;Last one, i might add.&lt;br /&gt;Geography, got the sec9ond one wrong, i wrote Tropical Rainforest instead of Coniferous. You know what's dumb? The picture was an evergreen tree, and while studying the notes for Tropical Rainforest, it had the word evergreen.&lt;br /&gt;Madly excited, i YES! loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Until, it was the end of the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Okay lah, kinda chatted with Kaimin halfway, didn't really bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really didn't know how to do the LevelOfDescriptors, which everyone claims is the easiest, confirm target of the next lesson. OH FUCK IT'S TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;Heng for some post day.&lt;br /&gt;GeokKoon also didn't know her paper, saw her mouthing the words 'Wo Bu Hui Zuo.' to JingTing.&lt;br /&gt;MAJOR LOL.&lt;br /&gt;And she actually just slept.&lt;br /&gt;She even smiled and waved at me halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYOKAY, i found out it was Coniferous when people told me there was snow on the tree. LIKE WTF. My paper, is photocopied colorblind. And wtf? Now it has snow.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm expected  to know that clump of black darkness is snow?&lt;br /&gt;MUST. Go and appeal for colored printed paper next time.&lt;br /&gt;If not, another complain later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot 1, ate brunch, then to Quuenstown MRT. MOTHERFUCKKKK.&lt;br /&gt;Hate the bubbletea shop like mad.&lt;br /&gt;This Malay Teenager, not racist just stating if it was chinese i would just say chinese too, is motherfucking attitude queen at lot 1 x38084.&lt;br /&gt;Well, the shop's called Queen Tea or something, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she's wasting water 'washing' the blending cup , she turn on the water on full blast and just let it run while she do some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;And when she comes back, she just takes the cup and the water 'speed' is still the same.&lt;br /&gt;She wastes more water than me, and that is rare.&lt;br /&gt;Then after she made my drink, i forgot to say i don't want pearls.&lt;br /&gt;i was like 'Oh, i don't want..'&lt;br /&gt;Then seeing a cup with pearls and she's gonna pour already, i said nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Then she was like 'What.' to me, damn rude.&lt;br /&gt;I say nothing.&lt;br /&gt;She said 'what' again, more rudely and waved a cup of pearls and asked me 'You want pearl or not.'&lt;br /&gt;I said no and she gave the cb queen answer 'You don't want pearl then just say lah.'&lt;br /&gt;Fucking retarded, she has this very moody look.&lt;br /&gt;If your boyfriend broke up with you, it's not my fault, but you deserved it. AHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, then we went to IKEA and played with the showrooms then bought our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Lot 1, then took 190 and walked with Huda and Peising, then LRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which then leads me to the second part of my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;5 IRRITATING STUFF PEOPLE DO AT/IN THE LRT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;LADIES SCANNING THEIR WHOLE HUGE BAG ON THE CARD READER THINKING IT WILL DETECT YOU EZ LINK CARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They will just hog up the whole machine and there will be a whole long line being formed behind you. I know that you can just go to another reader, but sometimes, once you decided on a lane, you just want to go in. And some ladies go on FOREVER. They're expecting it to detect their card, Technology isn't so good yet okay, and stop being so lazy, it's very retarded looking too anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;WHEN YOU'RE RUSHING FOR THE LRT OR HAVING A NICE FAST STRIDE AND WHEN YOU SCAN THE CARD, ERROR 84 APPEARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Okay, you can't really blame anyone for this, but you have to admit, it's very irritating, and it's also very embarrassing to retrace your steps and slowly scan it now carefully. If it works already, then good for you. But if it doesn't, even more paiseh. Just die on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEOPLE WHO WALK IN THE LIFT FIRST, BUT DON'T GO HOLD THE BUTTONS FOR US, BUT INSTEAD JUST MOVE TO THE BACK CORNER OF THE LIFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this i do it too. But i will do it most of the time, like if there's old folks or like pregnant mothers, or people with prams, i will definitely do this. And i don't cut right infront, the man i always see, cuts all the way infront like the lift up to the LRT is your last chance of hope for living, and just goes all the way in with a risk of the door closing while we go in. Die bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;VAPOR THAT APPEARS ON YOUR SEAT WHEN YOU SIT ON THE LRT CHAIRS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This, you also can't choose. The almighty sweat/pespiration God chose me as one of their victims too. Everytime when i'm reaaaaaaaaally hot, and i took a seat, when you get up, there'll be vapor at the back of the chair and around your thighs. Madly embarrassing, but i'll clean them lah. Too paiseh for me to just leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEOPLE WHO STAND TOO CLOSE TO YOU IN A NOT SO CROWDED LRT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If it's a really crowded LRT, i don't mind. But if it's like only half-full, and they are SOOOO close to you, you can just knock them. I mean seriously i even had to smell someone's pubes before GROSSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me mean but whatever, this are the LRT issues i always encounter. MAJORLY IRRITATING.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone did this to me, i'll just slap you and leave you wriggling on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6231025815648076223?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6231025815648076223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6231025815648076223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6231025815648076223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6231025815648076223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-and-lrt-peeves.html' title='Blog and LRT peeves'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-2845458057173426892</id><published>2010-05-10T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T23:50:21.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck e maths.&lt;br /&gt;And mr leong didn't tell us to bring the flexible ruler, when i asked him, he started BLAMING ME.&lt;br /&gt;Saying it was maths and i should have brought it. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer Studies is mad mad mad mad loved. Easy! Everything i studied came out, even drew a penguin thanking miss lye at the end of the paper! :d.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck james, he banged my table, then asked if i had finished, i said yes and he walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, i'll bang him and say, sorry i though you were a table AHAHAHAHA CB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-2845458057173426892?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/2845458057173426892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=2845458057173426892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2845458057173426892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/2845458057173426892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuck-e-maths.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6416174232062626445</id><published>2010-05-08T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:26:21.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My carnations are blooming!&lt;br /&gt;The pink and red ones that SMRT gave out! I went back and put them in a Pepsi bottle, filled it with water and left it there. Now they're motherfucking blooming chioly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-ViqiiVgWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CHXtK990p8M/s1600/P1528%5B01%5D_08-05-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-ViqiiVgWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CHXtK990p8M/s320/P1528%5B01%5D_08-05-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468885805476184418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be showing you the pink one because that was the one that bloomed, the red one already bloomed LOL. But the pictures are clear, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's no before and after shot because i had no confidence at all that it'll grow LOL.&lt;br /&gt;The last time i tried to grow something, i'm pretty sure it died on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whut, not my fault okay. No one told me milk does not give it proteins for it to grow.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, biology student, obviously thinking's this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH . i found a before shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-Vj62eVFVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/EjawdxplXuc/s1600/P1526_06-05-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-Vj62eVFVI/AAAAAAAAAmI/EjawdxplXuc/s320/P1526_06-05-10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468887185217623378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, note the pepsi bottle. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Picture horrible.&lt;br /&gt;And because i am so fucking awesome, i shall get a picture of those two flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-VmHFQUDII/AAAAAAAAAmg/sqrUtHoi8dA/s1600/flowers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-VmHFQUDII/AAAAAAAAAmg/sqrUtHoi8dA/s320/flowers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468889594367052930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madly weird, but aiyah, can see good already. So shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall study Computer Studies now, while i bond with my maths textbook like a book gay/lesbian for the whole day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Who know, maybe on monday, when i go to school, i'll be so smart in maths i'll only talk in some algebra language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, xyxyxyxyxsquare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6416174232062626445?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6416174232062626445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6416174232062626445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6416174232062626445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6416174232062626445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-carnations-are-blooming-pink-and-red.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S-ViqiiVgWI/AAAAAAAAAmA/CHXtK990p8M/s72-c/P1528%5B01%5D_08-05-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-9054321064741544065</id><published>2010-05-02T00:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T00:53:35.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever went into Pet Society and find your pet irritating?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, wait.&lt;br /&gt;Ever went into Pet Society, wanting to open a gift, but you can't because your pet is cheering all the time? &lt;br /&gt;YES. Your fuddermucking pet will be cheering all the time, when you feed it, touch it, get a new toy, just visit him, bring him to another room, or worse, just clean his shit. He will always cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9xY1v4iwCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/E8U4ZKwjVm8/s1600/Pet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9xY1v4iwCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/E8U4ZKwjVm8/s320/Pet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466341728130875426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ignore the Hotel City bears.&lt;br /&gt;It's like for sale for only 10 coins, so i bought 60. LOL. YES, i know, mad kiasu-ish. But who cares, 60 of it only costs 600 coins, while some other retarded plushie of a dog can cost up to 1,200 coins.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, not the point.&lt;br /&gt;Being always joyful in life is good? Okay, passable, but being joyful at every small thing you do is just plain irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, anyway fuck the new Starhub channels.&lt;br /&gt;In what way is this better? Well it's good now, because they let you see all channels for free for two days, where Sunday is the last day.&lt;br /&gt;And i bring you my new beloved show, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9xbQ2K_XYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YO9QX2iWYyI/s1600/456x330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9xbQ2K_XYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/YO9QX2iWYyI/s320/456x330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466344392698584450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JERSEY SHORE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;es, it's a nice show. The only thing that pisses me off in the show is that how messy the house is.&lt;br /&gt;And 'The Situation'. The guy who thinks everyone loves him, where his nose is so huge it takes up half of his face on camera, go lick my feet sea witch!&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically, the episode i watched was the one where Angelina got fired.&lt;br /&gt;I think she should really have stayed, because she's so damn blood entertaining! I mean who else will self proclaim 'Kim Kardashian', yell at housemates that they're stupid and tell them to close the door, or claim on natural tv that she's Au Natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, her. I'm so gonna subscribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-9054321064741544065?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/9054321064741544065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=9054321064741544065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/9054321064741544065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/9054321064741544065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/ever-went-into-pet-society-and-find.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9xY1v4iwCI/AAAAAAAAAlw/E8U4ZKwjVm8/s72-c/Pet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-6461658186401436387</id><published>2010-05-01T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:08:34.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trip to Cross Country was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Got pushed in the mrt by this 'SMRT woman' . And we got separated, only me, Veralyn and Siti were inside the train. THE DOOR DIDN'T FUCKING STOP YOU KNOW. Not like the LRT, it stops when it hits something, this one just rams through. &lt;br /&gt;And it was so squeezy, the malay woman infront of me was leaning fully on me, her ass was at my, ahem. One push and it'll be a hump. Mad gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached there, motherfucking hot, and felt unwell. No idea why i went, retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Then bitched at Lot 1, MAJOR LOVEY JUICY STUFF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, can't really blog now, very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck the tv channels now, channel 5 becomes what? Channel 102. Retard, i have to search through a bloody list just to  find one channel, and my show will already be half gone. Pfft . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And amputation? Come on,  try better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-6461658186401436387?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/6461658186401436387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=6461658186401436387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6461658186401436387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/6461658186401436387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-cross-country-was-horrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1478432632612925132</id><published>2010-04-29T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:49:40.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck the chinese exam.&lt;br /&gt;My dictionary died 15 minutes after the paper 1 started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was retarded, except for Computer Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Miss Lye didn't come, so we had the whole thing free, until 45, then we had to read the notes, which nobody did.&lt;br /&gt;But before the lesson, Dalia retardedly jab all her nails into my arm. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Elective was weird.&lt;br /&gt;Maths was stupid again.&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies was normal.&lt;br /&gt;And english is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry remedial, scolded ZY, still don't wanna get out of my seat. Later he had to sit beside me, fucking awkward, gonna superglue you there since you love it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had sushi at plaza, then went home and tuition.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, stop trying to act like a pet. You're a motherfucker , and no one likes you. &lt;br /&gt;And fuck the tutor, he didn't teach okay.&lt;br /&gt;Cb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1478432632612925132?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1478432632612925132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1478432632612925132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1478432632612925132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1478432632612925132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/fuck-chinese-exam.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3595705473706167406</id><published>2010-04-27T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:34:08.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo, how dare she upload my photo!&lt;br /&gt;Later off to study at 9 for fifteen minutes and damn i'll sleep, madly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic today's a success! &lt;br /&gt;Besides it being shit hot, we did it~! YAY. And Sheryl's Mother's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Shall blog again another time, booooo. Madly damn tired .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3595705473706167406?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3595705473706167406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3595705473706167406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3595705473706167406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3595705473706167406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/boo-how-dare-she-upload-my-photo-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3844279516682883566</id><published>2010-04-24T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T17:29:35.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE LIFE MAX. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9K5EY7NAwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iPpI0d3Xy-k/s1600/P4235065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9K5EY7NAwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iPpI0d3Xy-k/s320/P4235065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463632783015215874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA FUNNY MAX RIGHT ! I'M LOOKING ALL WORRIED/SCARED AND GEOKKOON'S LIKE JUST STARING INTO BLANK SPACE. LIKE MAD WTF RIGHT, AHAHAH I LOVE HER EXPRESSION, MAD FUNNY LIKE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterdy, wasn't that fun, but it's nice from 3.30 - 4.15 and like before and after the pupil's creed.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Low wanted to pin my fringe, what the fuck right. Later still say wanna cut, pfft. Mr heng need is it.&lt;br /&gt;While the actual performance,  he didn't bother about my hair, thank God. i actually laughed out loud during the performance because Yi Hong sang wrongly, LOL. Everyone turned and stared at me.  &lt;br /&gt;Whee, pictures like crazy. And GeokKoon, Shazirah and me were laughing at ALMOST everyone's face for the awards. AHAH funny max. &lt;br /&gt;Then pupil's creed, shouted like no other. I.AM.DAMN.SLOW. The last word was like humour or something, then when everyone said humour, i was only at the second last word, shouting it. &lt;br /&gt;Food was horrible, and taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WILL BE AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;Parents going to Malaysia tonight and coming back the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;Asked them to get me gum! Favourite Dentyne one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9K4ouQB9aI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s9RG47idiaY/s1600/Dec17pg31b%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9K4ouQB9aI/AAAAAAAAAlg/s9RG47idiaY/s320/Dec17pg31b%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463632307703379362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOO! MADLY NICE AND UHMPH ONE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, Incredible Tales and Ghost Whisperer. &lt;br /&gt;AND TOMORROW, I AM BAKING BROWNIES! AHAHAHAH . most likely lah, haven't bought anything yet though. Whee! Can't wait.  &lt;br /&gt;Too happy to type properly so ciao, shall end this post with almost never ending hearts . &lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Chunky Kit-Kat, freeze faster! i wanna eat you, and i can't eat you when you're half melted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE KIT KATS WHEEE, . The normal one, i only bought chunky because there isn't the normal one. :( . &lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3844279516682883566?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3844279516682883566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3844279516682883566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3844279516682883566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3844279516682883566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-life-max.html' title='I LOVE LIFE MAX. ♥'/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S9K5EY7NAwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iPpI0d3Xy-k/s72-c/P4235065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-5701853655809526584</id><published>2010-04-19T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:44:57.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me how the hell do you say mother fucking embarrassed in chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading, Mr Lui was scoldling like some loud fuck. For like fifteen minutes straight.&lt;br /&gt;Computer Studies, managed to rush and print in time again and hand in to teach when everyone left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry test, i swear. like less than half of the class studied, but it's kinda okay. I have the most confidence in question 6, CONDENSATION. AHAHAH. i got pay attention in primary school one okay.&lt;br /&gt;English, hell long. But i love Miss Lim for buying the whole class quality ring files with dividers, like madly awesome or what.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. OH GOSH LIKE WTF. Stood up  to do because didn't hand in the thing, totally forgotten. Later, got to sit down. Then i fell asleep, right infront of Kwan Lao Shi, my face resting on my fist, mouth being dragged up.&lt;br /&gt;And since i'm like a damn heavy sleeper, EnRui sprayed like half a litre of water before i woke up, and my whole face is wet, causing people to think that i drool.&lt;br /&gt;Even KwanLaoShi, who seemed to be in a bad mood that day laughed at me.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking embarrassing or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot 1 for Pastamania, my penne was madly dry, and when they say crumble cheese, THEY REALLY DO MEAN CRUMBLE CHEESE. Basically, pizza cheese, that has been pressed together.&lt;br /&gt;Came back for biology, explained until like 5.20? And it was suppose to end at 5.30, ended up staying all the way till 6 with Shazirah because we have no idea what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH, doing work now. At least the chinese spelling tomorrow seems easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-5701853655809526584?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/5701853655809526584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=5701853655809526584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5701853655809526584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/5701853655809526584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/tell-me-how-hell-do-you-say-mother.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8375252842804681034</id><published>2010-04-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:47:05.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, skinny little bitch. Lick my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rained, in the rain. :(&lt;br /&gt;Managed to coax Sheryl to skip one bus and we ended up being late.&lt;br /&gt;Reached the class at 7.59am, Asmahan said that the form's already submitted to Mr Low and that they will inform our parents that we're not at school . It's okay if they say not in school  by 8, but they bloody fuck said 8.30 . Like retard or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths, fucking boring i tell you. and that guy's bias. May he suffer because a car decides to bang him instead of an escaping criminal.&lt;br /&gt;PE, skipped. Unwell. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Biology, went late , helping Kaimin . :) . &lt;br /&gt;Get well kay, rest more, and drinks lots of water and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, okay period. Was telling stories of shit neighbours, i swear, Baey's life is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choir, FUCK BORING MAX. No Shazirah, got stomach ache, have sensitive nose. Geokkoon's there, but she's always gone because of crap sectionals . &lt;br /&gt;TenorBase practice in the store room of AVA, wtf sensitive nose leh. Fuck retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00, have this international friendship thing, Poland. Have to admit, kinda boring and the food's very mediocre. And it's after our CCA time. Wtf . &lt;br /&gt;How the hell do you say suicide in Polish, i ask the guy he don't wanna reply lor wtf!&lt;br /&gt;And i said bye to him in polish thrice, THRICE. And he ignored twice and i shouted at him then said. Wtf, horrible manners, busy or what, still respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check, plan A - &lt;i&gt;Gain your trust.&lt;/i&gt; . Done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8375252842804681034?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8375252842804681034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8375252842804681034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8375252842804681034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8375252842804681034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/hey-skinny-little-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-1060224528430281675</id><published>2010-04-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T22:31:51.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shitday 2 is over, shitday 3,4,5 left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siti said that Asmahan won't be coming tomorrow. such joy, i hope it's true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-1060224528430281675?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/1060224528430281675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=1060224528430281675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1060224528430281675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/1060224528430281675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/shitday-2-is-over-shitday-345-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-8105298928429167270</id><published>2010-04-12T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:58:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who else should you blame? The guy who kicked a chair and said that he's 'hen fan!', and actually ran off HMT even though releasing ten minutes earlier.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. okay lah, not really confirm who, but he's just my prime suspect because he's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone nods his head like he's gonna get a stroke, obviously you blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, my favourite lesson is, English/OEL. English, in the computer lab for like really only thirty minutes. And i couldn't log in, only remaining 8 minutes, Junho then came and help me log in. &lt;br /&gt;Computer Studies sit there all along, confirm only him lah.&lt;br /&gt;and OEL, Freedom Writers, not that the movie is fantastic, but it kills time fast so what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some random reason, i really want that purple Elmo keychain toy. I.MUST.GET.IT .  But no blogshops have it, :( . And it's only available to get in the arcade. Boo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S8MmMmMpZ5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/-3HzO7YpDpQ/s1600/toystory-alien-icons-227x135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S8MmMmMpZ5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/-3HzO7YpDpQ/s320/toystory-alien-icons-227x135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459249171157051282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, today another item is stolen in our class.&lt;br /&gt;Veralyn's phone.  &lt;br /&gt;And, not to mention my favourite Disney character, the Three-Eyed Alien. &lt;br /&gt;That one worse, i didn't even see it being sold in Singapore stores before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I found my shades!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-8105298928429167270?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/8105298928429167270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=8105298928429167270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8105298928429167270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/8105298928429167270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-else-should-you-blame-guy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S8MmMmMpZ5I/AAAAAAAAAlA/-3HzO7YpDpQ/s72-c/toystory-alien-icons-227x135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-3398943923178953685</id><published>2010-04-10T23:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:49:07.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you manage to catch Clash of the Titans in 3D?&lt;br /&gt;Well if you didn't , don't.&lt;br /&gt;It purely is a movie made out of leftover greek crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to meet Sheryl and Fajar, she went to cut her hair, then to lot 1.&lt;br /&gt;EnRui shocked us, went to the cinema. The movie's starting in fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed down to meet Kaimin and to get our lunch, went in and had a lovely picnic with sounds of clashes in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, review:. &lt;br /&gt;Well Clash of the Titans is a very nice show, only if you take core history, and have you room decorated with an ancient Greek theme with posters and graphs of all the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;It starts with this fisherman opening up a coffin found floating in the sea, inside is a baby, crying, and a dead mother. &lt;br /&gt;And what's surprising is that the baby had not suffocated, and not a single drop of water inside, real good coffin wood.&lt;br /&gt;Well, then grow grow grow, they're all up. And they get killed.&lt;br /&gt;Then he's rescued by warriors who destroyed a statue of their God, and brought through a place of Havoc, into a palace where everyone seems to party all day long with wine.&lt;br /&gt;Well , then blah. Go to the dessert. There's this evil guy, Calibo (?) , he was the one Zeus father took form of, have sex with his wife, and tadah, that's the baby in the coffin. (I just wonder why a God has to change form to have sex or &lt;i&gt;rape?&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Well anyways, after attacking, (he's an immortal), 6 guards just point their weapons at him from infront, and , he ran away.&lt;br /&gt;YES, he literally &lt;b&gt;RAN&lt;/b&gt; away.&lt;br /&gt;There's even this dessert scene of him running. Living in the underworld also cannot fly or teleport meh.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, his hand got magically become a scorpion, i supposed. Not just 1, 6 motherfucking huge ass scorpions that size increases when one dies. &lt;br /&gt;And after they defeated, they got help from another type of undead, the, like some dessert dead guys thing.&lt;br /&gt;And while they were resting, the main star, I'm gonna call him P, was walking into this dead end for some reason. And he met Zeus there, who gives him a coin. Earlier gave him a horse and a madly awesome sword which every retardedly humble hero will refuse to accept.&lt;br /&gt;Then they carry on to kill, Medusa. Well rather, slay her to get her head. And what's with the Medusa? We were all so excited we held hands during the movie just because Medusa was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i think it's the only nice scene, even though you can't really see anything in the place she lives in. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did i mention she has a body of a snake? And a shit long tail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S8CmJzB4nkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SNw13KAFn9U/s1600/Medusa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2SpecL6fr0g/S8CmJzB4nkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SNw13KAFn9U/s320/Medusa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458545435620187714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;i&gt;Yes, it's Martha Stewart, not the point. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is having a normal body, well obviously because she's just a pathetic lady. But, never in my life have i ever heard of Medusa having a tail. &lt;br /&gt;Well, then, might i say, it is so motherfucking easy to kill her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, Calibo kills this woman who has been watching P all his life, *cough pedophile cough*. And he kills him back lah obviously, and he turns so amazingly normal and even warns him of what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;Since when does villian tell the truth and good stuff when they die.&lt;br /&gt;And magically, right on cue, his flying horse comes. Seriously, i expected unicorns too.&lt;br /&gt;Then he flies back just in time to save Anethena or something. Call her A, from the kracken.&lt;br /&gt;The kracken, which even Zeus seems to fear, the big octopus i see on cartoons, the one which seems to be so freaking shit ass scary and described as some motherfucking magic destroyer button, died in less than 3 minutes in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;And you don't even get to see the whole thing, let alone the entire face of the creature.&lt;br /&gt;And then, after another 3 minutes which seem to last longer than the kracken being alive, it turns to stone just with Medusa's head.&lt;br /&gt;And then Hades(?) appears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, i am proud to say that you can kill an evil God by just shouting in the air, waving your sword in a thunder storm which just happens to come. Then all you need to do is just throw it to the evil God who is 2 metres away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ending, he needs to marry A? The girls who has barely the same screen time as the kracken? &lt;br /&gt;Well then, he's back to the place where the Zeus statue was. He rode on the horse i presume, and then suddenly, just a bit chit chat with daddy Zeus, he's dead friend, the woman who have been watching him all his life appears again and smile and wait for him there as if she knew this was gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D doesn't help at all btw. It just makes the screen smaller and you get to see layers. =.= . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Kaimin to get r***s, took like 50 minutes. ;l . &lt;br /&gt;LOL. Enrui tried to freak me out, we try to freak Sheryl out, then we all try to freak Kaimin out.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Plaza to do random stuff and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woosh, longest review ever. &lt;br /&gt;So bitches, never watch that.&lt;br /&gt;And seeing that it grossed out more than 62 million, i think the only reason it's so much because there's a 3D version. Which is like double the price of a normal ticket.&lt;br /&gt;We all know the truth now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-3398943923178953685?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/3398943923178953685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=3398943923178953685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3398943923178953685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/3398943923178953685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/did-you-manage-to-catch-clash-of-titans.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_2SpecL6fr0g/S8CmJzB4nkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/SNw13KAFn9U/s72-c/Medusa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-878306192779151641.post-7404210890882518795</id><published>2010-04-06T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:42:46.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Estonian., don't you just love Esti? (Agree)&lt;br /&gt;It's something like spanish, only classier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo, hate maths.&lt;br /&gt;Reading, was rushing geography. &lt;br /&gt;Recess, was still doing geography, ate a little bit, surprisingly, not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the peach tea i bought in the morning,.&lt;br /&gt;Elective, was sleepy , as usual.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, okay. I'm understanding it and loving it. Not chinese, the chinese teacher. Who the hell loves chinese? Just kill yourself.    &lt;br /&gt;Maths, woah shit. Boring like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;English, bored uh, but better than normal lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love assembly, LOL. Kimberly really went to clear her throat when Mdm Asmahan came, daring like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Lot 1, library , camwhored like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, my phone's gonna be as lagg as Sheryl's because it has so fuddermucking lot of photos.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, delete button is invented for a reason, Pause Break button on your computer keyboard is also invented but who the hell uses it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Põdral maja metsa sees&lt;br /&gt;Väiksest aknast välja vaatab&lt;br /&gt;Jänes jookseb kõigest väest&lt;br /&gt;Lävel seisma jääb&lt;br /&gt;Kopp-kopp lahti tee&lt;br /&gt;Metsas kuri jahimees&lt;br /&gt;Jänes tuppa tule sa&lt;br /&gt;Anna käppa ka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/878306192779151641-7404210890882518795?l=dionnnn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/feeds/7404210890882518795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=878306192779151641&amp;postID=7404210890882518795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7404210890882518795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/878306192779151641/posts/default/7404210890882518795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dionnnn.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-estonian.html' title=''/><author><name>Dionnnn.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
