<?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-8429949921417787699</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:27:15.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh. Bleh.Blehz. :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>244</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2617183362122678096</id><published>2009-10-06T16:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:00:07.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gah.</title><content type='html'>eh.&lt;br /&gt;How do I start a post again?&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for coming and going like stupid allergies. I don't have the time in term 3 and now term FOUR of the year. Okay, maybe I do. But I don't have the mood. My mood controls everything. So, don't be irritated if I suddenly stop again. Cos' there are a ton of other things I have to do right now and a bigger mount everest of things that I'm going to do after EOYs. Cos', y'know, y'know? It's so BOOMZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh(: Maybe I should just post this entire post in Ris Low language. I won't get sued, would I?(: Haha. But you guys might not be able to comprehend it. I meeen like, I cood not udderstann when she says ''I worr a bigginni and jins and STRUTTEDDZZ down orchard road''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won't. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write down a list of the things I WILL do after EOYs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST:&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep in when it's raining heavily (something I decided shall be on my list this morning)&lt;br /&gt;-Finish my set of mini playing cards(that contribute to global warming ==")&lt;br /&gt;-Complete my set of characters for my attempt of drawing a comic! :D&lt;br /&gt;-Watch 9! Tim Burton movies rock my sockses.&lt;br /&gt;-Go on a killer movie/drama/cartoon series marathon with Shannon, Rachel and WengLin :D&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boomz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2617183362122678096?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2617183362122678096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2617183362122678096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2617183362122678096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2617183362122678096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/10/gah.html' title='gah.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6496595679345001247</id><published>2009-07-09T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:59:56.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaye... I'm updating again!(:</title><content type='html'>The three stupid little tubes were in my bloody bag the whole freaking time and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn. And Soof made me promise that I would donate triple as much the next time MGS has another donation drive. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with ups and downs. Like an invisible rollercoaster ride. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to copy some answers for the life sciences worksheet from The Great Nanditha. She's great because she always has things I need. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Mundane lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Changed into swimming costume...&lt;br /&gt;Changed out of swimming costume...&lt;br /&gt;Come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course' there were a lot of other happenings which I will tell you lovely people right now. I got downgraded to Beginners for swinging my arms too far back when I swam. Lol. Still laughing about it a bit. It's not my fault I have long arms, is it? Theirs are all too short and stubby and look like tree branches. Except fatter and without bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave MeMe my three (unnecessary) new tubey things because she lost hers even though I wasn't sure whether mine were still at home. :x Well, they weren't. They were in my bag the whole time. :l I found that out when I came home. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall do my homework noww. Science, math, all that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6496595679345001247?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6496595679345001247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6496595679345001247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6496595679345001247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6496595679345001247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/07/yaye-im-updating-again.html' title='Yaye... I&apos;m updating again!(:'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6655075443081342311</id><published>2009-07-02T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:24:11.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOMEWORK MOUNTAIN! )):</title><content type='html'>I AM FINALLY UPDATING. So you guys better tag or I might just stop posting again. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing that dumb geography mindmap now. Instructions were totally unclear much. Still need to do that other mindmap about Vitamins =.= and that good sentences in the shi yue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some ranting and PomPon pics coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx4115VNII/AAAAAAAAAIA/wGwWnRTeFBI/s1600-h/Baby+Pompon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353786923432621186" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx4115VNII/AAAAAAAAAIA/wGwWnRTeFBI/s320/Baby+Pompon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby pompon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx41vKTqBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1n9OeDJIWeU/s1600-h/Shy+Pompon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353786921624774674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx41vKTqBI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1n9OeDJIWeU/s320/Shy+Pompon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another! Baby pompon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx41YJB5wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/obzDsmZuYKI/s1600-h/I+like+corn!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353786915445401346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx41YJB5wI/AAAAAAAAAHw/obzDsmZuYKI/s320/I+like+corn!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pompon eating corn(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx42KyQnOI/AAAAAAAAAII/FNJ-tdp6c3k/s1600-h/PomPon+pop+outta+the+box!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353786929040104674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx42KyQnOI/AAAAAAAAAII/FNJ-tdp6c3k/s320/PomPon+pop+outta+the+box!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pompon popping out of a transparent present box!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's a bitch. And so are you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't end anything, because if I do, I'll go to hell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which I might be headed to anyways, for being who I am.&lt;/em&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/8429949921417787699-6655075443081342311?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6655075443081342311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6655075443081342311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6655075443081342311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6655075443081342311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework-mountain.html' title='HOMEWORK MOUNTAIN! )):'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Skx4115VNII/AAAAAAAAAIA/wGwWnRTeFBI/s72-c/Baby+Pompon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4277468563103018042</id><published>2009-06-11T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:16:23.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uhhhh</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. Haven't updated in like a million years. My tagboard actually stayed at the 2nd of june for at least a week. Until my birthday came along and everybody was all 'Happy birthday! :D' and I was like, 'Oh, I forgot to thank them on my blog.' So, yeah, doin' it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. That 'thanks' includes everything. Like, the wishing, the gifts and angbaos(to my family, I guess if they secretly read my blog. To friends too who have got me gifts which &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they shouldn't have &gt;:l &lt;/span&gt;), uhh.., the posting on their blogs-ing. Yeah. Everything. And this is to EVERYONE. Even those who didn't remember or didn't even know which doesn't really make much sense but, heck, I just feel like doing it. Yeap(: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. The Merc came in yesterday and it's so awesome(: You can actually make calls while your bluetooth is on and you'll be able to listen to it on using hte car's sound system ;D The black leather seats are awesummmm. I especially like the little Mercedes sign sticking out on the front of the car thing.(: Hopefully, nobody knocks it off to melt and earn a few extra bucks because that would be &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILLEGAL&lt;/span&gt; and not to mention, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FROWNED UPON&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rotting at home now. With my homework. No wait. They're not rotting. Not until I finish'em. Which sucks. And I actually find amusement in Pokemon now. LOL. I'm playing it on my ds. Which I think is kind a geeky since I'm not twelve anymore. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, now that I'm officially 13, is this the part where I start having really deep thoughts about life and such? Even deeper ones that I'm already having? Lol. Nevermind. Don't answer this question. Don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4277468563103018042?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4277468563103018042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4277468563103018042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4277468563103018042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4277468563103018042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/06/uhhhh.html' title='uhhhh'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3138910074097970203</id><published>2009-05-29T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:11:34.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crappy last day. Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OHHMYYGOSHHH/////////////////////////////////////&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RESTAURANT CITY IS DOWN!DD: Like what the hell do they expect me to do while their off "trying to bring it up as soon as possible"? And when I can finally get a network connection with it tooooooo. Stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it was a stunningly horrible last day. We did a lame and boring poem infront of the whole of secondary one. Shan't talk about it or I might just spew out a bad word. But discovered that talking to Shannon, MeMe, WengLin and Rachel is really REALLY funneh:B All their jokes have to do with pink and is so dramatic. And the endings just make you want to slap them but you laugh to much, you can't. We played What's that Animal and The Connection Game. Full of random random stuff. Listened to WengLin do amazing things with her voice. Like sing Fergalicious with her stitch-voice. Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so behind mummy's homework. She's going to scold me when she comes back, hopefully swine-free. And this is like, one of the busiest holidays I've ever had. I never had to go out with so many people in one month before(: It feels uber awesummm. And sckish at the same time cos' I have to go out. And push homework behind even further. :l Bleagh. I'm such a toot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall post one picture and one picture only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Sh_Qz8NnetI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VwfHyrjhf5o/s1600-h/So+high!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341217273839844050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Sh_Qz8NnetI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VwfHyrjhf5o/s320/So+high!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh dear, how do I get down?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3138910074097970203?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3138910074097970203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3138910074097970203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3138910074097970203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3138910074097970203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-crappy-last-day-rawr.html' title='What a crappy last day. Rawr.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Sh_Qz8NnetI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VwfHyrjhf5o/s72-c/So+high!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4601562712655324211</id><published>2009-05-27T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:45:19.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I neeeeedddd sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp</title><content type='html'>I've found some more pictures that are I guess are considered cute.. But aren't as cute as the first few PomPon ones. :l So sorry. But you'll have to deal with this until I seriously find some awesome ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRaIJUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cW0slbfEsgk/s1600-h/You+can+always+count+on+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340405240993239090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRaIJUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cW0slbfEsgk/s320/You+can+always+count+on+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always count on Christmas. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRT2uL_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TMyk4YvMP-g/s1600-h/Tea+Party!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340405239309545458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRT2uL_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/TMyk4YvMP-g/s320/Tea+Party!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tea partehh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRCXk7SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bY-ZWzF2Sc8/s1600-h/Pompon+has+beautiful+hairr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340405234615512354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRCXk7SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bY-ZWzF2Sc8/s320/Pompon+has+beautiful+hairr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PomPon has b-e-a-utiful hair(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuQ2E6CUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b3Y40E3TRPM/s1600-h/PomPon+loves+karine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340405231315978562" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuQ2E6CUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b3Y40E3TRPM/s320/PomPon+loves+karine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karine is apparently PomPon's biggest fan.  .___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuQgOFARI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1pUKFf-I9hA/s1600-h/Sweet+little+Pom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340405225448866066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuQgOFARI/AAAAAAAAAHA/1pUKFf-I9hA/s320/Sweet+little+Pom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet little PomPon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo tired. The fear of having ginormous ants crawling on you and having a plant disease spread to you can really tire someone out. So I won't post much. But at least I put some pictures!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO TAG&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/8429949921417787699-4601562712655324211?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4601562712655324211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4601562712655324211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4601562712655324211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4601562712655324211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-neeeeedddd-sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp.html' title='I neeeeedddd sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppp'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShzuRaIJUDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/cW0slbfEsgk/s72-c/You+can+always+count+on+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2754957358088073107</id><published>2009-05-22T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:58:59.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found me new superstars!! (:</title><content type='html'>Heyho!(: I found not just ONE new furball superstar, but THREE new furball superstars! They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bu - Her full name's actually Buleczka. Weird, I know. (x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balbi - Balbinka(: Not a hamster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poi - Piorko ;D White. And skin disease-looking but cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShaszBiNWwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hJvxTzltVDE/s1600-h/Buleczka,%27%27I+don%27t+like+you!%27%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644400879524610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShaszBiNWwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hJvxTzltVDE/s320/Buleczka,%27%27I+don%27t+like+you!%27%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu,''I don't like you.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShaszJUUIeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zuzgoYGkKn0/s1600-h/%27%27I+don%27t+like+you+too.%27%27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644402968732130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShaszJUUIeI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zuzgoYGkKn0/s320/%27%27I+don%27t+like+you+too.%27%27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pio,''I don't like you too.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Shasy7uc1oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9Jnqcf8QkYs/s1600-h/Bu+and+Piorko+wants+to+be+turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644399320258178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Shasy7uc1oI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9Jnqcf8QkYs/s320/Bu+and+Piorko+wants+to+be+turtles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Let's be turtles together!'' -crawl crawl crawl- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShauFu4vK2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/w3fE3TnDRpU/s1600-h/Bu+-+Oh.+Cake..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338645821802883938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShauFu4vK2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/w3fE3TnDRpU/s320/Bu+-+Oh.+Cake..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bu,''Oh. Cake.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShasyzKpQYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sVn9Z3nRm0s/s1600-h/Bu+and+Balbinka+-+Heh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644397022593410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShasyzKpQYI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sVn9Z3nRm0s/s320/Bu+and+Balbinka+-+Heh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bu and Balbi,''Heh?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Shasy2KaD1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sOL9qMPpsZo/s1600-h/Bu+and+Balbi+-+That%27s+YOUR+side.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338644397826903890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Shasy2KaD1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sOL9qMPpsZo/s320/Bu+and+Balbi+-+That%27s+YOUR+side.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bu,''I'll have this nut in my side and you have your nut on your side.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: No Pompon today. BECAUSE. I'll give an answer, not like Edlyn, who just leaves the question hanging there. BECAUSE: I'm sick of posting only PomPon pictures. &gt;.&gt; Okay, fine, I'll give y'all just ONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Shau_o4guJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxpQg-5tr5c/s1600-h/Pompon+-+I+book+this+hamburger..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338646816623736978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/Shau_o4guJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxpQg-5tr5c/s320/Pompon+-+I+book+this+hamburger..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     PomPon,''I book this hammyburger.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fridays are Fridays. Boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy asked me in the car today what I wanted to do for my birthday. I said,''Nothing.''&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/8429949921417787699-2754957358088073107?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2754957358088073107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2754957358088073107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2754957358088073107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2754957358088073107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-me-new-superstars.html' title='I found me new superstars!! (:'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShaszBiNWwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hJvxTzltVDE/s72-c/Buleczka,%27%27I+don%27t+like+you!%27%27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3486490069046840404</id><published>2009-05-21T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T19:31:46.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pompon's taking over the world!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh mann. I've been flooding my blog with pompon pictures for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dayyssss&lt;/span&gt; already. But Edlyn won't stop saying,''MORE.''    x.x  But I suppose I don't mind. It's pretty nice, browsing through PomPon pictures. Can't seem to find a hamster with as much charisma as PomPon down there, though. :l Nevermind. Maybe I'll find a small and furry Brad Pitt soon. Or a Johnny Depp hairball(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of saying,''Here you go!''. So I'll just give y'all the pictures right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11EAIvkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Woj5cR8Vx8o/s1600-h/Sliiiiiiddeee...jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232119041244738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11EAIvkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Woj5cR8Vx8o/s320/Sliiiiiiddeee...jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliiiidddeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU119cppcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e-FBDMBQuhA/s1600-h/Hello!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232134461662658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU119cppcI/AAAAAAAAAGA/e-FBDMBQuhA/s320/Hello!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11hRfEeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GYdxnig01IU/s1600-h/Toilet+bowl+Pompon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232126898639330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11hRfEeI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GYdxnig01IU/s320/Toilet+bowl+Pompon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet bowl PomPon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11X4HkLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DiNJLJFgavo/s1600-h/I%27ve+moved+to+an+orange+house.__..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232124376322226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11X4HkLI/AAAAAAAAAFw/DiNJLJFgavo/s320/I%27ve+moved+to+an+orange+house.__..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I've moved to and orange .___.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11Ij287I/AAAAAAAAAFo/D7yMz-OVyVE/s1600-h/Valentine+Pompon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338232120264815538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11Ij287I/AAAAAAAAAFo/D7yMz-OVyVE/s320/Valentine+Pompon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine Pompon! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY. Enough.                                                                                                                   For today &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was freaking pms-ish today. Like, serious moodswings. One moment, I'm over-exaggerating about Kris Allen(kris allen?! Like what the hell is wrong with americans?!?!) winnign American Idol and another moment, I feeling like I have no friends in the world. Okay, maybe class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss last year SO MUCH. Nobody to be pissed off at. No need to worry you spend too much time with somebody. Being able to see&lt;em&gt; everybody&lt;/em&gt; almost everyday. And no doubt at all, that we were going to laugh our heads off. I always looked forward to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now, it's like.            &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bleah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pissle was never as stressed out as this. Damn. I miss using the term 'pissle'. Rahh. I miss fooling around with Beej and Joyce. I could talk to Tessa forever. It was never boring to play hangman with Steph and Beej. And Mrs Quek NEVER lectures us like *mmhhmmhmhmm* does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to all those days?&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/8429949921417787699-3486490069046840404?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3486490069046840404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3486490069046840404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3486490069046840404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3486490069046840404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pompons-taking-over-world.html' title='Pompon&apos;s taking over the world!!!!!!!'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShU11EAIvkI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Woj5cR8Vx8o/s72-c/Sliiiiiiddeee...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5478679451960547485</id><published>2009-05-20T16:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:06:48.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pompon's on a roll!</title><content type='html'>You just can't get enough of Pompon(: Maybe I'll try to find another hamster superstar. But before that, here you GOOOO ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGkFajtxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mwhPNwqFAWM/s1600-h/Pompon+and+big+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337828306595329810" style="WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGkFajtxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mwhPNwqFAWM/s320/Pompon+and+big+brother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Why can't I have spagetti too?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGj_EGEzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OykabJmoRaU/s1600-h/Pompon+and+Chestnut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337828304890499890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGj_EGEzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/OykabJmoRaU/s320/Pompon+and+Chestnut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chestnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGj_9fitI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L1EXXzPxLFk/s1600-h/Animal+Farm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337828305131244242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGj_9fitI/AAAAAAAAAFI/L1EXXzPxLFk/s320/Animal+Farm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGjk64cnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-5g8VDJA90E/s1600-h/I+Ride+Sheep!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337828297872536178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGjk64cnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-5g8VDJA90E/s320/I+Ride+Sheep!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee.....            one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGjjWK-JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WFt0HaErkkU/s1600-h/Xmas+sledding!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337828297450125458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGjjWK-JI/AAAAAAAAAE4/WFt0HaErkkU/s320/Xmas+sledding!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAAHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-lalalala- Hope you enjoyed it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tagboard is like damn alive now(: Thanks to SALLY's wonderful spams which I don't mind. And Shasha's occasional spams too. And HannahTan's random tags. And Edlyn's random statements. And her friend yooj which has recently joined the club. Okay. I didn't leave out anyone, did I? Well, if I did,                                                      sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a remember-ful person. That's why I use a diary. To write stuff messily on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5478679451960547485?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5478679451960547485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5478679451960547485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5478679451960547485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5478679451960547485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pompons-on-roll.html' title='Pompon&apos;s on a roll!'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShPGkFajtxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mwhPNwqFAWM/s72-c/Pompon+and+big+brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7713516179590750862</id><published>2009-05-19T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T15:06:13.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pompon pawns this post</title><content type='html'>As promised, to Edlyn, others don't matter, POMPON is backk! I was &lt;strong&gt;seriously kidding&lt;/strong&gt; about the 'others don't matter' part. Lol. Ironic much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya' go! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHH_Dw2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ePv1COnSQnw/s1600-h/Pompon+want+play!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337424288301695842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHH_Dw2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ePv1COnSQnw/s320/Pompon+want+play!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pompon want play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXH1o4RdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7IctEn409Q0/s1600-h/Pompon+Vs.+Big+pear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337424300556699090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXH1o4RdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7IctEn409Q0/s320/Pompon+Vs.+Big+pear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Pompon VS. Big pear. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXH1iqzbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZwQopHZVJj0/s1600-h/I+Eat+banana!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337424300530650546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXH1iqzbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/ZwQopHZVJj0/s320/I+Eat+banana!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sequel to 'Pompon Peel Banana!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHppuWhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vVqq3yf5Xpo/s1600-h/I+own+Pikachu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337424297339017746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHppuWhI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vVqq3yf5Xpo/s320/I+own+Pikachu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ownn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pikachu.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHYXFbFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SDI86X0DwrA/s1600-h/I+am+a+Pyramid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337424292697435218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHYXFbFI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/SDI86X0DwrA/s320/I+am+a+Pyramid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I'm a Pyramid!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXjafAN6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8KE34IrpMvI/s1600-h/This+is+MY+berry+house!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337424774303856546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXjafAN6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8KE34IrpMvI/s320/This+is+MY+berry+house!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''NO. This is MY berry house!''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yaye(: Hope that's enough. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. School was pretty &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;bleah&lt;/span&gt;. I stuffed my face with food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like this ------&gt; (        *o*        )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look how far the cheeks spread out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think when I was walking home[after separating from hannahtan, judith and niki(LOL. Sounds pretty gross and wrong)] I think I saw Ms Ng. Do you remember Ms Ng?? Y'know, the one who substituted Mr Ong while he was on some kind of a holiday or something like that. Oh and haha. I used the math bracket system(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am absolutely &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;. i can do &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt; I want. Except, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And uhh.. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Basically anything &lt;em&gt;illegal&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;----Hehehehehe :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall end off with some other non-Pompon pictures. Nah, I won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7713516179590750862?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7713516179590750862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7713516179590750862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7713516179590750862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7713516179590750862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/pompon-pawns-this-post.html' title='Pompon pawns this post'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/ShJXHH_Dw2I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ePv1COnSQnw/s72-c/Pompon+want+play!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1797677473048442201</id><published>2009-05-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:32:01.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel sho shmall):</title><content type='html'>Omg, there's this fat and tall primary school boy I have to sit through art class with and he's supposedly some pro at art. He's pretty good at water colours, I thought the first time I saw him. Now, he's getting non-stop praises from the art teacher. AND GUESS WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HE'S GOING TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOTA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SOTA. SOTA. SOTA. SOTA. SOTA. SOTA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SOTA?!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This freak is getting what &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; want and all he talks about is how &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;POLAR BEARS ARE THE LARGEST LAND PREDATOR&lt;/span&gt;. He makes me feel SO DAMN SMALL. And I'm over at the other table doodling away and feeling suckish a the same ime because all the teacher ever seems to pay attention to is him and I don't get a single thing my teacher is wanting me to do. And now's the worst because I have to do a competition and I can't even put my own idea on the bloody canvas because I DON'T HAVE THE FREAKING CONFIDENCE TO SAY "NO. I WANT TO DO MY OWN IDEA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what IN THE WORLD is wrong with me?! Telling my parents about this isn't even good because they'd somehow find something I did wrong in every situation and start nagging to me about it and making me feel worse. There's NOTHING I can talk to my parents about. They're just unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1797677473048442201?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1797677473048442201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1797677473048442201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1797677473048442201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1797677473048442201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-sho-shmall.html' title='I feel sho shmall):'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6334721657422811973</id><published>2009-05-16T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:46:53.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Task number 2?! Like WTH.</title><content type='html'>So I'm friggin' pissed at some people&gt;.&gt; I would rant. But I can't seem to recall the words I thought of while walking back home on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; later at 5. My parents booked the tickets(: Well, at least I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HOPE&lt;/span&gt; they did. They always say they're going to bring me to the movies during the weekends but it'll get delayed by at least&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt; TWO weeks&lt;/span&gt;. Never fails to tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON TEST RESULTS!&lt;br /&gt;Not that bad actually. Mummy even agreed to reward me!                            with something that I can't think of. Yesterday, she brought to &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt; and said I could buy books(how many?Idon'tknow) and I couldn't even choose anything. I wasn't sure whether I was considered a young adult yet and even if I was, the young adults section was only filled with&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pink'n'frizzy&lt;/span&gt; stuff like &lt;em&gt;Princess Diaries&lt;/em&gt; and other bimbotic books I despise. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't feel like doing my magazie review. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO SIANN.&lt;/span&gt; I hate &lt;em&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/em&gt;. :l They make reading and magazines sound &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gross&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6334721657422811973?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6334721657422811973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6334721657422811973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6334721657422811973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6334721657422811973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/task-number-2-like-wth.html' title='Task number 2?! Like WTH.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8237035599103199529</id><published>2009-05-12T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:44:02.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamster fetish!</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. I'm so dumb. I was listening to this song by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Academy Is..&lt;/span&gt; and one part one like &lt;em&gt;she thinks she so capable&lt;/em&gt; and so I typed &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;capable.com &lt;span &gt;instead of&lt;/span&gt; blogger.com &lt;/span&gt;so I was quite befumbled why it didn't go to my dashboard until I checked the address. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, History and Math were pretty easy. This is like the only GOOD test day. Other days I could just cry. (and I did. for one) And today's thunder was freaking loud!! It was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Boom&lt;/span&gt; BOOM &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOOOOOOMM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOOOOOOOOOOMMM!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall post random pictures todayy. Hamster pictures(: Don't think I'll ever get over my loss. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaCYC_YXI/AAAAAAAAADw/SfRVj3dVetM/s1600-h/Pompon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334823861714116978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaCYC_YXI/AAAAAAAAADw/SfRVj3dVetM/s320/Pompon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PonPon(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaCr6a96I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yuECRgj5gFY/s1600-h/I+Peel+Banana!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334823867046885282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaCr6a96I/AAAAAAAAAD4/yuECRgj5gFY/s320/I+Peel+Banana!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PonPon peel banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaC0DHCyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UtClZIHs6iI/s1600-h/Reach..For..+The+flower!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334823869230811938" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaC0DHCyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/UtClZIHs6iI/s320/Reach..For..+The+flower!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaachh... For... The.. FLOWER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Okay, mummy's coming home soon. Needa get off! :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8237035599103199529?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8237035599103199529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8237035599103199529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8237035599103199529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8237035599103199529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/hamster-fetish.html' title='Hamster fetish!'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SgkaCYC_YXI/AAAAAAAAADw/SfRVj3dVetM/s72-c/Pompon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1103040472120383088</id><published>2009-05-10T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:05:38.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH CRAP,</title><content type='html'>OH CRAP I THINK I KNOW WHO THE SOO PERSON IN OUR TIMETABLE IS FOR ONE OF THE SCIENCES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a guy. D: The freaking boring one I've been hearing lots of complains about. DD: Shit mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's only ONE classtime and we got this whole long lecture about how having one classtime is better than three because yadahydah education blablabla learn more bladibladiblah something about money from our parents. Mmm.&lt;br /&gt;Another suckish thing is that we get like one period more of math? But I guess that ain't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;PE's still on Tuesdays. Art's on Tuesdays now too. D: An hour and twenty minutes of LA before PE. Oh. IT's on Mondays. And so is Geog. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind our dumb timetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, starshine. The Earth says hello!" (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp is such an awesome actor(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know I keep getting those irritating SPAMS of porno links and prize links whenever I log in to Messenger. &gt;:l &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bloody&lt;/span&gt; irritating. It's always(example):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Prata has signed in."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Yaye(:"&lt;br /&gt;"Prata says: HEY! Check out this awesome site! Full of fun people, if you know what I mean!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.= Like, what the f.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1103040472120383088?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1103040472120383088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1103040472120383088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1103040472120383088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1103040472120383088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-crap.html' title='OH CRAP,'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7675208357503266100</id><published>2009-05-09T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:35:57.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE fridays.</title><content type='html'>Fridays suck so bad. It's so sian and it feels like it could drag on forever. Like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;piano&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have caught &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;swiney&lt;/span&gt;. =.= Or at least maybe the stupid flu virus that's been circulating around Singapore. Maybe &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt; spread it to me. Or Weng Lin. Or &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Not blaming anybody. I was bound to get it anyway, because of my seriously vulnerable immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINISHED MY HOMEWORK(: In one day. Amazing really. Oh wait, except for one more LA newspaper article reflection about AWARE and their new prez who opposes Christian homosexuals. Like what the hell am I supposed to say about that? I should have thought about that before I glued it down on the fullscap paper. Hmm. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH. CRAP.&lt;/span&gt; Haven't done the last gan xiang for the last few chapters of qi tian. D: D: D: D: I wonder if Sarah did it yet. Or if she handed it up yet. And how HannahTan freaking finished it all weeks ago. Which is an &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; thing. It's not bad, it's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly have this urge to go an take random pictures of my brother's terapins. They're his, because if I said they were mine, they would've died within a week. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or get eaten by a golden retriever&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. I could swear my brother just moonwalked towards me. HAHA. I let him type that. Letter by letter, with me pressing the 'shift' button for the capital letters. It took 5 minutes(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok . me and my sister  are going now. byebye .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took another 5 minutes ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7675208357503266100?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7675208357503266100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7675208357503266100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7675208357503266100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7675208357503266100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-fridays.html' title='I HATE fridays.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6065986858144562558</id><published>2009-05-03T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:54:43.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like wtf. I screwed up my art.</title><content type='html'>I did! I messed up the people's faces because I used too dark of a colour. ):Now they all look like they have oranges and apples for heads. So I was uber depressed during art class and couldn't wait for it to end. Why do I keep double pressing each letter. =.= Then I have to keep backspacing and my hand will feel funny. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sort of regret posting that thing about daddy's private pictures? Yeah, I was dumb. I should delete that part in my previous post. But I feel so sick every time I come close him. GAH. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shakes it off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally brought myself to finish my history chart(: Well, okay, I didn't finish it. I'm not &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a genius&lt;/span&gt;. I don't understand what 'addressing to the question' means. And I have no idea what I should be concluding from this whole thing about Qin Shihuang and Chandragupta. I mean, they're both rulers whose only way of punishing people is by removing their body parts. So obviously, they aren't very creative. Like, can't they think of psychological punishments or something like that that would make history more interesting so that I'll actually listen and what &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;goes in &lt;em&gt;stays&lt;/em&gt; in&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention how school makes me feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;damn sian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Wait. Yes, I have. Yes, I have.&lt;br /&gt;A million and two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously going to have the Monday Blues tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yeah. I should go study for my Japanese Coutner test tomorrow. 1, 2, 3 fullstop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6065986858144562558?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6065986858144562558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6065986858144562558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6065986858144562558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6065986858144562558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-wtf-i-screwed-up-my-art.html' title='Like wtf. I screwed up my art.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3262741739332451128</id><published>2009-05-02T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:00:48.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel swiney and it's been 4 months, you.</title><content type='html'>YES. I'm updating(: Brought myself to do it, mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got quite a lot to tell all my vapid readers(: Well, not really 'vapid', I suppose. I only have like two, three? Because I kept my blog dead for quite a while before.. :l Nevermind, still, I got lots to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;School school school. No flim no flim no flim(:&lt;br /&gt;Interview was kind of awkward. The intervewer was scary and had a funny nose. And the room smelled really gross and salty-ish. I mentioned the racist bookshop staff and apparently they got changed. :O Didn't know that. But it's good that they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my JieJie's house after(: OH YEAH. I stayed for Beej's cellgroup thing with several weird 1Oers' and Ms Cheng who probably remembered me as the girl whom she called out from the namelist during history but kept silent. It was kinda cool with Ms Cheng's awesome leading but I STILL can't freaking figure out what 'lift the cross daily' means. &gt;:l It's supposed to be painful but I still want to do it because the Bible says so but I don't know what it is!!!!!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, forget it(for now). Back to JieJie's house(: Apparently, she's on the verge of deppression due to the Mt Everest amount of homework she receives each day. She cries herself to sleep): But she felt better after we played THE BEST GAME OF MONOPOLY EVER. Freaking fun and I hadn't laughed so much in such a LONGGG TIME. MeiYi's laugh was funny too but it can never beat this monopoly game. And some moments last year. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LABOUR DAY, FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;I KEEP FREAKING WASTING MY PUBLIC HOLIDAYS.&lt;br /&gt;Not like I want to. It was more like &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; to waste it. By none other than &lt;em&gt;mummy&lt;/em&gt;. She arranged my tution at 10 am in the morning and I had to wake up at 9 (did I mentioned I slept at 12.30 the previous night? =.=). I'm part of the handful of people in the world that require at least ten hours of sleep, but she doesn't believe me. Doesn't she see my eyebagsss? I think they're like double eyebags now.&lt;br /&gt;Tuition was boring boring boring. I was literally counting the seconds. 5400 seconds. But it overshot by 243 seconds because she held us back a little. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Had a big lunch at Botanical Gardens~~ Can't believe Hannah Chua actually came here for inspiration for her cubism potrait xD xD xD HAHA. It's even weird to ME. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Piano after that, then came home and bathed and completed my composition for LA. It's dumb and it doesn't seem like a narrative but yet, it DOES seem like a narrative. So, let's call it a semi-narrative compo(:&lt;br /&gt;Aunt and Uncle and CONCON came over and ruined my day even further. Seriously, every single time he comes over, he never fails to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY(TODAY):&lt;br /&gt;Discovered my Sensei was Buddhist and had spent like a few years of his life in isolation hoping to find an 'enlightenment' of some sort. So, yeah, he had a pretty interesting life. Did I ever tell you guys that he was a party animal? Seriously. Almost every weekend he goes clubbing. xD He told me. Not like I go to clubs to check or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Brought myself to study physics and bio today. Highlighted and underlined and all sorts of stuff. Quite cool, actually, to feel nerdy.&lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing back my history homework day after day. Today, I pushed it again to tomorrow. Hmph. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. I found like porno pics in my dad's folder. D: I finally got myself to download Picasa 3 from google and (I have NO IDEA why) it started to upload every single picture in the computer onto it and I happened to scroll down to the pictures under my dad's folder and IT WAS HORRIBLE. T-T I could have went blind if I scrolled down any further. I immediately closed it and deleted Picasa 3. I turned off the computer and swore never to download it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been four months since January the Second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3262741739332451128?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3262741739332451128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3262741739332451128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3262741739332451128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3262741739332451128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-swiney-and-its-been-4-months-you.html' title='I feel swiney and it&apos;s been 4 months, you.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7074733413236318981</id><published>2009-04-25T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:28:01.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Khaki pants are awesome(:</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Been browsing through Youtube today. And I found some awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britain's got talent is pretty great. Not that big of a fan of that Susan Boyle person but I absolutely LOVEEE this little boy(: He's such an awesomtastic singer ;D WATCH. Seriously, WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it on Youtube yourself because I can't seem to find a video of his audition that I can embed onto my post =.= Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, watch THIS ONE then(: I posted it on my blog before but I embedded it onto my previous previous blogskin so it's not here anymore. It's the 2007 SYF Dance video for MGS and -hoho- they won gold with honours(: But I think they do deserve it because it's really quite pretty. The canons are wonderful and the movements are so perfect &gt;.&lt; Okay, I sound like some art-obsessed weirdo so I'll just shut up now and give you the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xb_9N2jmCss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xb_9N2jmCss&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8429949921417787699-7074733413236318981?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7074733413236318981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7074733413236318981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7074733413236318981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7074733413236318981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/khaki-pants-are-awesome.html' title='Khaki pants are awesome(:'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7045262349245487767</id><published>2009-04-24T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:33:10.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 beats 2 hands down any day.</title><content type='html'>TAG TAG TAG TAG TAG PEOPLE. My blog is dead dead dead dead!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say 'peoples' but I won't cos' it would seem like I copied Carina or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm attempting to draw a doodle that's about going down the evolutionary scale. Like, HUMAN! then, MONKEY! then, FISH! -flip!waddle!splat!- Y'know, those kind of stupid fishy sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm number 2 for speech and I suppose that's good because I get to get it over with and after I'm done, everybody else (except Apoorva) will be like panicking and I'll be over at my desk chilling out because - hoho - I've done it already(: So the crummy churning feeling is in my stomach again. I hate it and I wish it would go away but it's still there and it's going to stay until Tuesday. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention? I drifted back to Christianity again! ;D Satan's thoughts are out of my head! The so called "hunger" is back(: It's really damn cool. After the last chapel session when Glen spoke to us for the last time, it was like as if he was talking about me and I can't stop thinking about it(: But I felt like such a loser when I didn't stand up first when he asked those who needed praying to stand up. I was going to get up and then there was like super glue on the chair or something and I COULDN'T. Until like several people were standing up and then I stood up and there was so much REGRET. I'm such a coward. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. Nevermind. I read like half of Genisis that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, maybe the next time I update, I'll post banned advertisements from Youtube xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7045262349245487767?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7045262349245487767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7045262349245487767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7045262349245487767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7045262349245487767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/13-beats-2-hands-down-any-day.html' title='13 beats 2 hands down any day.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6793569280305124557</id><published>2009-04-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:39:02.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh cheese. Japanese compositions suck</title><content type='html'>Yes they do. And so does japanese xi zi. Makes my wrist hurt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's school tomorrow and I find myself wishing I was homeschooled yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was horrible and great at the same time because I saw someone (I hope) and I sort of had this really cool moment with my bible. Like, asking God a question, then opening a random page where God is supposed to have sent you to to read some random passage and you somehow get an answer. Cool, cos' it works. It works. Well, for me, sometimes. It worked today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to memorize any part of my fairy tale other than the first paragraph. So I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HA&lt;/span&gt;PPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;BIR&lt;/span&gt;THD&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;AY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;SAR&lt;/span&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought you something bunny-related. You can put a picture of Panda in it or something. Or maybe your name card, something like that. So cheers(: Was going to give you an apple wallet but oh wellos. It's not that great though, the apple wallet. Bead-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't wrote Tessa's letterrrr. Need to do it, need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm feeling quizzie(: Quizzie, not queazy. Though that's pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUT YOUR iPOD ON SHUFFLE AND PRESS FW FOR EACH QUESTION. USE THE SONG NAME TO ANSWER THE QUESTION....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How am I feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop Princess - The Clickfive&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I'm feeling poppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Run, Don't Walk - Hey Monday&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather walk , thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do my friends see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the Girl - The Clickfive&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where will I get Married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beating my Heart - Jon McLaughin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted - Saving Abel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move Along - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah. Next question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is/was highschool like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How to Save a Life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Green Gentleman - Panic at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I can cross the road(x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down and Out - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is today going to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CrushCrushCrush - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arizona - Hey Monday&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I wanna go overseas):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song describes my parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty Pleasure - Cobra Starship&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. They &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; feel pleasure at other people's guiltiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To describe my grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing Life Away - Rise Against&lt;br /&gt;LOL. They already swung their lives away(x Other than my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is my life going?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Decode - Paramore&lt;br /&gt;It's such a sad song about vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Girl Friday - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Time Now - Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Why - Secondhand Serenade&lt;br /&gt;Hmm? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About A Girl - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I already know that. P. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat It - Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;Huhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When It All Falls Apart - The Veronicas&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercy - One Republic&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Just The Way We Roll - The Jonas Brothers&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josey - Hey Monday&lt;br /&gt;I'm Kim. Not Josey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenagers - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Haha(: It's a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gives you Hell - The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright Idea - Orson&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down - The Academy Is...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography homework can just kiss my ass. Or at least until somebody tells me how to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6793569280305124557?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6793569280305124557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6793569280305124557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6793569280305124557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6793569280305124557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-cheese-japanese-compositions-suck.html' title='Oh cheese. Japanese compositions suck'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5879586895514104367</id><published>2009-04-18T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:46:17.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay okay. I'm here.</title><content type='html'>Uhh.. Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated in ages and I'm sorry, dear readers. Lol. And I see that I was last tagged on the THIRTEENTH of april. Dear, dear. Please tag please tag please tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a horribly hot day today. Good friday is over. Story telling is just the worst subject in the world. I got sick again. 2.4 hasn't passed for me. I jumped 180cm for standing broad jump once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. That's pretty much what happened last week in a nutshell. .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's "people's-coming-day", in Tim's words, so aunts, uncles and irritating cousins are coming over. Many many things to be sad for because CONCON IS HERE. And I haven't finished reading the Harry Potter book I borrowed from Pauline JieJie, so I can't ask for the next one. And if I finish the book midweek I'll have to wait another few days for the next book. Oh, and CONCON IS HERE. HERE. HE'S FREAKING HERE. And it's damn annoying. He's such a oauidhfauodhfnaipseufans;dufnas;udfnhaso;fhaneuo;fl;hsenfao;sdjfn;oasudfnhasdofjna. AND HE'S ONLY FOUR. He just ruins saturdays for me all the time. Saturday-ruiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate storry telling so much, I have half a mind to bring my pen knife to the library on the day of my presentation. And my neopet is probably on the edge of dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to do Geography and Literature. And memorizing stories word for word isn't that great either. :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5879586895514104367?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5879586895514104367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5879586895514104367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5879586895514104367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5879586895514104367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-okay-im-here.html' title='Okay okay. I&apos;m here.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5513944529176477125</id><published>2009-04-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:15:52.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over-eating is spelled with a hyphen?</title><content type='html'>OMG. I just found this super cute monkey notepad ;D There's pink polka-dotted bunny papers, blue polka-dotted cartooney papers, grey/gray bunny-cycling papers, orange monkey papers and pink girl monkey papers. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall use it in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FRIDAY. It's good. Despite the piano lessons and chinese tuition, it's fantabulous(: As how Natasha says it. I need the sleep desperately and I NEED TO FORGET ABOUT 2.4 KILOMETRE RUN. It's making me mentally unsound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Yesterday I couldn't even run two rounds around my condominium's track. T-T How pathetic am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. Let's start on the forgetting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I shall complete my math supplementary worksheet and japanese homework so that TOMORROW, I can go over to my cousin's awesomeawesome house. And play xbox with Stan(: And relax at the pool side under the little wooden shelter thingy. And play with Chocolate ;D And feel carefree. That's the most awesome part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyberwellness poster was pretty okay. Plain though. Took me like four hours to do it because of all the little details I had to do on the words to make it look like a newspaper's. Took too long so on the other words I just bolded them a little. =.= Screwed up the colouring on the boy's hair and shirt. Okay, I guess I screwed up the boy's everything. Oh crap, that sounds freakishly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning Mrs Loh's chocolate bar would be nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a little personal project. A mini-model on how my studio shall be like(: It'll be so awesometastic. I just need to find a large amount of white paint, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5513944529176477125?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5513944529176477125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5513944529176477125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5513944529176477125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5513944529176477125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/over-eating-is-spelled-with-hyphen.html' title='over-eating is spelled with a hyphen?'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3102023241965237883</id><published>2009-04-01T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:21:08.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want my socks low.</title><content type='html'>It's wednesday and I'm freaking out for 2.4 already. It's all the way on the 14 of April, oh wow it's not even that far away. Less than two weeks. Who the hell said that you had to run 2.4 kilometres just to prove you're healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate wednesdays. All the periods are long and gloomy. Like, LA, IT, Chinese and Physics. And Assembly is just a waste of time. I listed out all the periods we had in school today. Except recess and classtime, though I don't think they're considered periods. No wait, they are. NO WAIT. Classtime is a period, recess is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in school til 4+ for LA book presentation thingy at first and then ended up spending the whole time fooling around with Prata And Hanahtan. OH YES. Speaking of LA, we finished the blog project for Saffy's Angel! FINALLY. And now, speaking of finally(lol), we finished the gym routine presentation too! Why am I feeling the sense of accomplished only now?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Maybe I can only feel things when I'm blogging. I should be feeling angry/hurt/upset by hearing Abhipsa say I look like a nerd with my hair pinned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I still don't feel angry, hurt or upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3102023241965237883?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3102023241965237883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3102023241965237883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3102023241965237883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3102023241965237883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-my-socks-low.html' title='I want my socks low.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4391324799354236210</id><published>2009-03-30T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T21:23:56.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Pig... Mr. Pig, are you in...?</title><content type='html'>Just printed our my story for Speech and I wish so much that I had used the mask for the wolf instead of the bloody pig. But then again, most of the story is for the narrator to speak and speaking as the narrator while wearing a ridiculous grey mask is kind of dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics homework is hate. Lol. (y'know when people suddenyl say, example: "Bubble tea is love"? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran three rounds around my condominium today(: Which is: 3 x 400m = 1.2km AWESOMEEE. But it's pretty pathetic compared to what the rest of the class did. 3.3km. With only, what? 3 stops? They're so great at everything x) Kinda makes me feel proud to be in the same class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after running, I was panting like crazy and my throat felt so dry from all the heavy breathing. The inside of my leg was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BURNING&lt;/span&gt; and it felt like my muscles were tearing from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inside out&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, my chest was like super pain too. I thought I was going to die like all those random people of the world who suddenly dropped dead after running. PoPo came along then and told me to walk with her. Then my calves stopped tearing itself. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only worry is that tomorrow, when our PE teacher(not saying her name in case she does what our math teacher does to check for any bad gossip about her on the internet) asks us to run four rounds (or more, since our gym group didn't do anything last week or today), my legs will ache. We're going to get screamed at by her and even if we tell her our blur blur mistakes, she'll roll her eyes and be even more pissed off. Then, wellllll, it's D-day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you guys so much when I die in the hands of her and hopefully, I'll get to &lt;em&gt;float&lt;/em&gt; up to &lt;em&gt;Heaven&lt;/em&gt; and watch you guys &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt; in class. LOL. Okay okay. Enough bull shit for one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.30! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4391324799354236210?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4391324799354236210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4391324799354236210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4391324799354236210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4391324799354236210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-pig-mr-pig-are-you-in.html' title='Mr. Pig... Mr. Pig, are you in...?'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-9098673860360822099</id><published>2009-03-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:25:56.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was the 26th of March.</title><content type='html'>Oh my (swear word) gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but when I created the gmail account for the Saffy's Angel blog project, my blogger account email changed to the gmail I created. Not my other email account. Like what the hell?! Now I have to remember the stupid 1ssaffyangelsa@gmail .com emailllllll..................... And I'm not even sure whether Mrs Lim will be able to find my blog when she searches for the blogs. Crap):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a crummy day yesterday. Because it was the 26th of March. Hopefully, it was a good day for another person. But it was a bad day for me. A crummy one. But I managed to bring myself to do sian things like homework and more homework that I couldn't be bothered to on time until the 26th of March. Soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th of March, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-forgot to ask my parents to sign my report card&lt;br /&gt;-forgot all about the parent-teacher meeting form&lt;br /&gt;- didn't realize I had to buy my own cloth and cut it out before that day's home econs lesson&lt;br /&gt;-had to stay back and stick up everybody's names high up on the wall for art&lt;br /&gt;-had to have a late lunch at like, 4 o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;-had to redo my entire sock puppet by the next day&lt;br /&gt;-got scolded by mummy for using the entire afternoon doing "useless things"&lt;br /&gt;-got lectured again by the same person for having 4 subjects lower than the class average&lt;br /&gt;-had to write a magazine review on top of finishing my sock puppet&lt;br /&gt;-got scolded AGAIN for not doing my chinese tuition homework, piano theory homework and japanese homework in the afternoon. (those are classified under the "useful things")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot, a lot more but I won't bore you guys with my crummy March 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy just discovered a seriously bad blister in the middle of my left foot's big toe and second toe. The skin is like, torn. And it hurts a lot. She made me put cream on it. :l And then after that, she gave me a box of special coloured markers that can decorate t-shirts and pillows and stuffz. :D Which is great(: And also a big ball of pink cotton candy(: Not a fan of the pink part, but the cotton candy just totally overrules it. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pink balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and sleepy and I just realized that this entire sentence was coming out in pink. Rawr. Who the hell cares anyway? It's the day after March 26th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-9098673860360822099?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9098673860360822099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=9098673860360822099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9098673860360822099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9098673860360822099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-was-26th-of-march.html' title='It was the 26th of March.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8745871860731045595</id><published>2009-03-21T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:28:33.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother didn't know sea snails existed.</title><content type='html'>Have yet to create the blog for Saffy's Angel. We are all screwed. All my fault, yes. Nevermind. I'll create it tomorrow. Or today, it's 0.39am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 21st of March. It's the equinox day(: So sun your eggs now till 11.58am and then take them in and make them stand at exactly 12 noon(: And surprisesurprise- I just so happened to have run out of eggs. My grandma just cracked the last one open today to eat because she was hungry. .... -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week (28th of March) is the Earth Hour day! :D Off all your lights and live in darkness for at least an hour.&lt;br /&gt;It's all for the sake of Mother Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy thinks I'm weird to be interested in these kinds of things. It's the EARTH, mummy. We should help, or we'll all pass away. Hmm. I'm being nice today, despite having a very crummy day. Saying 'pass away' instead of 'DIE'. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I made a very very pretty picture of fire using the little craftset for extremely busy parents who have no time to play with their children and so let this craftset save the day, getting their children engrossed into this bead play for hours and hours. It's the thing where there are tons of cute little cylindrical beads with holes down in the middle so that they can be stuck onto plate-like thingies with spikes covered all over the top surface so as to make a pixel-looking picture? Yeah, an then you iron it with some special piece of paper on top so that you won't over-heat the plastic and it'll melt too much and the pixel-looking picture will look melted-choclate-looking instead. Hmm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I made a pretty fire picture that I dare say, was proud of, then I went to the toilet and when I came out, I was greeted by a 'sorry' from my brother. D: He sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent another hour, late into the night, and made another prettier fire(: and went to sleep. Woke up the next morning- Oh. Afternoon, sorry. Woke up the next afternoon and found it packed into a plastic bag with all the orange, red and yellow beads all over the place. What happened was that my maid, not knowing anything, kept it in the plastic bag for me and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tossed&lt;/span&gt; it back up on the shelf and then thought she did something useful. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched some pirated movies and almost everyone of them had so-called happy families and their children secretly had some hidden talent in art and wanted to be an artist and this sort of thing was looked down upon by their parents so they shut up and did nothing. Why is being an artist looked down upon?! &gt;:l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8745871860731045595?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8745871860731045595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8745871860731045595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8745871860731045595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8745871860731045595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-mother-didnt-know-sea-snails-existed.html' title='My mother didn&apos;t know sea snails existed.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8230370337867190020</id><published>2009-03-17T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:12:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit. I just realized my dream.</title><content type='html'>Ahahhh.... And as the title announces, I have finally realized my dream and crap, it sucks. Okay, it does not suck. It is my dream life~ But it's super hard getting there. Well, cause'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need millions of dollars.                             &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE AN ARTIST AND HAVE MY OWN STUDIO WHERE RANDOM PEOPLE WILL COME IN AND BUY MY ART. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And when I'm free, whip out my laptop to play Sims 2.&lt;/span&gt;   ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh. ): And the worst part is is that I really want it. I know because my stomach feels funny whenever I think about it. ); Okay, that's just weird but that's me. It's an urge, you see. It's that feeling that you get when you really want something and you seriously seriously want it now. Just x10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. OKAY. Enough talk about my ridiculous not-so-soon-to-be future. It's making me have that horrible feeling. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 0.02. I want to sleep but I WON'T. Not until I finish my last chinese gan xiang. The seven days book isn't that bad y'know. It's pretty awesome actually. I want to read more than just the first chapter but I'm so darn busy that I can't. &gt;:l Busy thinking about stupid things in life and giving in to the temptation of Sims. &gt;.&gt; And, of course, homework.  ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving in to temptation a lot this year. I think I just lost all my willpower on the 1st of January this year. Maybe it's that Secondary school effect. In primary school, I had no problems doing homework. Now I can't even bring myself to walk &lt;em&gt;towards&lt;/em&gt; the homework. It's all too sian for me.                                 Heyy. I've said this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is still awake. Now and then I realize that this kid is my flesh and blood. That sounded awkward. Usually in dramas they'd use that expression on their kids and not exactly siblings... Nevermind. Back to my warm feelings. He         is          my             brother. He is my brother. Heh.(:  -lalalala- It feels nice to have something/someone you want(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Broken boats and toy hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8230370337867190020?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8230370337867190020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8230370337867190020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8230370337867190020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8230370337867190020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/shit-i-just-realized-my-dream.html' title='Shit. I just realized my dream.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3297187701576400346</id><published>2009-03-15T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:38:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finding myself screaming in joy?</title><content type='html'>HULLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Haven't posted in ages. Please don't stop tagging just because there's nothing new to read. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things happened that I shall put down in points so as to not cause inconvenience. To me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I disected a pig's eye(: What. I hate pork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;March holidays are here! Hmm. This could be a happy esclamation mark or a sad and angry kind of esclamation mark. I have no idea which because I'm not even sure whether holidays are good yet. Especially in the middle-of-school-years ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ugh. Y'know... Lots of homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm obsessed with Sims. .__.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-groans- Seriously bad stomach crampssssssssssssssss. Thank God(thankfully) that the March Hols are here to replace school. Okay, I guess holidays are good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I remember I had this whole paragraph of candid things I wanted to say here but I forgot. &gt;:l Raah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kay, I took a quiz on my birthday and I think it's pretty accurate. Tell me if you agree(: I coloured the words that I thought were true. ;D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JUNE/;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Having lots of ideas.&lt;/span&gt; Sensitive. Active mind. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hesitating, tends to delay&lt;/span&gt;. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Loves to joke.&lt;/span&gt; Good debating skills. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Talkative.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friendly.&lt;/span&gt; Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Easily bored.&lt;/span&gt; Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is the night black or blue? o.o?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3297187701576400346?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3297187701576400346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3297187701576400346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3297187701576400346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3297187701576400346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-finding-myself-screaming-in-joy.html' title='I&apos;m finding myself screaming in joy?'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-507424600247927551</id><published>2009-03-05T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:39:07.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah, sudden change much D:</title><content type='html'>School is boringgg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test results are haunting me and so is Literature. GAH. Haven't read Saffy's Angel yet. And geog poem! Need to finish it!! Zhou ji too!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't bring myself to do any of these boring stuff. Not like in primary school when I didn't mind doing homework the whole day. Hmm. Must be why I just passed my chinese. Now all I can think about is school. No wait. All I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; think about is school. If not I'll just fail everything, just like how I will probably fail history. Damn, I miss the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days when I could do whatever I wanted and wake up whenever I wanted and the freedom to think whatever I wanted without being suddenly reminded of homework due the next day or projects I have absolutely no idea how to present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, forget about school for a second. It's making me jump from topic to topic and it feels so untidy. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. I don't have anything to say that doesn't concern school. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-507424600247927551?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/507424600247927551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=507424600247927551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/507424600247927551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/507424600247927551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/03/woah-sudden-change-much-d.html' title='Woah, sudden change much D:'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2873862546354683698</id><published>2009-02-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:20:24.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh? I'm back. Shyort of.</title><content type='html'>I haven't updated in a while and yet my tag board is still as alive as ever.(: Well, sort of. Maybe I should just delete this whole line. Well, it's too late for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common test week;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole secondary school way of grading is just dumb. They count the work they give us into the final grading but the whole point of work is to try out and get used to new concepts and possibly make mistakes we can learn from. But, oh? You can't make mistakes because it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GRADED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only advantage of using this system is that we don't have to do oral exam twice a year(I think). Or maybe the oral is just individual presentations in front of the whole class that are 500 times worse than oral exams and we have to do it 3 times a year plus the oral exam for the final exam. Well, that just checks the only good thing off the list. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly discovered way of ticking off siblings(for younger siblings who are somehow exceptionally nice[for 6 year old standard]);&lt;br /&gt;(In my case: in living room)&lt;br /&gt;"Tim, can you help run to my room and get my big pillow here? I'll give you a lollipop if you help me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Okay" -runs all the way to my room and staggers back with my big pillow-&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you! Now can you run back and get my little bolster and little pillow? I forgot to ask you just now. Then, I'll give you the lollipop."&lt;br /&gt;"Okayyy."-runs back to my room and staggers back with my stuff-&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks! I forgot something again! Can you help me bring my big bolster and blankets here? I promise I'll give you the lollipop this time."&lt;br /&gt;"...... Okayyyyyyyy." -runs back at gets my stuff; returns panting- "Nowwww can I have the lollipop?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure. It's in my room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. xD It was damn funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much except some so-called "drama" that I really can't be bothered to get involved in because it's just so dumb and ridiculous and not to mention unnecessary. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit/Oh yes, I'm slowly getting the hang of painting and I'm not that bad at it really. Haha(: By the way, my irritating baby cousin is an art prodigy with a totally different perspective and I can't beieve I'm saying he's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My typing has slowed down! D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2873862546354683698?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2873862546354683698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2873862546354683698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2873862546354683698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2873862546354683698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-im-back-shyort-of.html' title='Oh? I&apos;m back. Shyort of.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6285228065416245812</id><published>2009-02-22T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:44:04.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame me so.</title><content type='html'>SIGN UP FOR NEOPETS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the buttons over there&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make me feel richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my lame message is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guts are burning. &gt;.&lt; I feel so scared for speech. Practising doesn't help at all since I suck at speaking. Prata's encouragment doesn't really help either. She says it's going to be okay since I'm popular, but doesn't that make it worse? =.= And I'm not even that popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for speech to be overrrrrrrrrrrrr. I'll probably talk in a monotone and my speech will probably be so lame you can't imagine. Oh crap, I hate this feeling. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like the second-to-last of all the other feelings I hate. Why did God create anxiety? The bad anxiety. Not the good anxiety. Why'd there have to be two sides of anxiety? If I could say nervousness I would but it just didn't fit the whole scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to have a seriously bad stomach ache on Monday and feel like puking all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha. Okay, I should probably stop babbling now about suckish me that lacks self-confidence. :l Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6285228065416245812?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6285228065416245812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6285228065416245812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6285228065416245812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6285228065416245812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/lame-me-so.html' title='Lame me so.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4567037491306678417</id><published>2009-02-19T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:04:14.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am cow, hear me moo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzcuwodWacg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zzcuwodWacg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WATCH IT. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND THIS:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/astISOttCQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/astISOttCQ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE MORE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8429949921417787699-4567037491306678417?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4567037491306678417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4567037491306678417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4567037491306678417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4567037491306678417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-cow-hear-me-moo.html' title='I am cow, hear me moo.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6728622056515202733</id><published>2009-02-14T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:01:10.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about cheese fillings</title><content type='html'>RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I FEEL LIKE PULLING MY HAIR OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick sucks. Sarks. Sarrkkkss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss a whole week of school(or more?) and miss soooo many project presentations and not too mention miss one of the very few pe lessons we have left to think up and practice a gym routine. Might have to do the speech for LA all the way next week when I'd rather do it this week and get it done and over with. I still haven't freaking handed up the two gan xiang thingies to laoshi?! I can't believe I forgot!!!!! CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. Hope Mrs Loh doesn't tell everybody why I'm missing out on a week of school. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to be so far behind on lessons. Not very sure how I'm going to do the Bio cheek cells thing next next week? Sarah's constant worries about CA marks which she thinks about out loud is starting to really scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even get me started on my illness. OH (_whatever swearword you want me to use_).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6728622056515202733?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6728622056515202733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6728622056515202733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6728622056515202733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6728622056515202733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/talk-about-cheese-fillings.html' title='talk about cheese fillings'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3948672345091310210</id><published>2009-02-13T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:27:25.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh,</title><content type='html'>Hey ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing for a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From school, don't worry, not from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will still be updating but not about school. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3948672345091310210?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3948672345091310210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3948672345091310210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3948672345091310210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3948672345091310210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh,'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6116801803573463260</id><published>2009-02-07T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:12:20.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, damn the guy who invented tests</title><content type='html'>Sick with a high fever and I couldn't really cope with an hour of school so I went home. :l I was supposed to watch MeMe and WengLin run four rounds again!! Lol. It's amusing, really. And it's pretty fun talking to Shannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to wave to Dr William Tan cos' he asked me to that dayyyyy D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, I might still be able to(: I feel a lot better and I might go back to school at about 2+. (: But of course, by the time any of you read this blgo post I would've done it by now. So I guess this is kind of ridiculous. Okay nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to me missing school. I guess I'm pretty glad I did. Well, cos, our umbrella project thing is pretty much screwed up and so is my stupid literature test and whether or not she gave it out today I really couldn't care less. Bio test not sure if I'll get a retest but I still don't really give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lessons so much, the only reason I'm still agreeing to go to school is because of the friends I have there and I enjoy talking to them. I can't possibly live at home all my life without talking to people of my own age, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. Bleahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6116801803573463260?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6116801803573463260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6116801803573463260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6116801803573463260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6116801803573463260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-damn-guy-who-invented-tests.html' title='oh, damn the guy who invented tests'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1238957260494800662</id><published>2009-02-06T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:00:37.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, 4, 5, once I caught a fish alive..</title><content type='html'>WAAAAH. WEEKEND. Like, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally get the chance to sleep til ten in the morning and not have to worry about getting more work thrown at my face. But I think I'll still miss school. Well, okay, not school, friends. Yes, friends. And hohoho, angel and mortal. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's okay, a good way of getting people to know each other I suppose. I didn't think I'd get that particular person. I thought I'd get some random person who sits at the back or something. But then again, it is quite random. RAAAH. Okay, I shouldn't even care about this part. Fact is, she's my mortal and I have to treat her nicely. I think. I should figure out  what to do for her...... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized how little water I've been drinking. Must be because my maid keeps forgetting to top up the cold water. D: So bloody thirsty. Must. Get. More. Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1238957260494800662?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1238957260494800662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1238957260494800662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1238957260494800662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1238957260494800662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-2-3-4-5-once-i-caught-fish-alive.html' title='1, 2, 3, 4, 5, once I caught a fish alive..'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6083786233746870550</id><published>2009-02-05T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:24:23.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of designs makes my brain go "pop"!</title><content type='html'>Geog test!! D: Hard to the max. She freaking gave us a GCE 'O' level test. Like WTH. Okay, at least we got to watch part of The Gods Must be Crazy. Quite amusing, mmhmm. Since they all talk like they're still seven year olds. Wellllllll, can't blame them, since they're isolated from civilisation and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will take the evil thing and throw it off the end of the world."&lt;br /&gt;"The end of the world must be very far. It must be a 20-day walk. Maybe even 40!"&lt;br /&gt;"I will start walking tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed in my scrapbook todayyy! FINALLY LORH. It took up like a few hours of my time a day. I'm a slow worker, see. And I'm glad I finished up my personal recount yesterday. I finally got in some seriously needed nap time. (: But I think I'll still collapse on the bed later tonight. Double eyebags. O.O Damn it &gt;:l I still have to write that stupid speech thing. RAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. Mrs Chong made us stay back for like 15minutes to watch that Gods must be crazy thingy and at first I was like,"Oh, whatever." Then as I was walking out of the classroom, I realized that I was going to meet with my neighbour and hitch a ride back home with her.  DDDD: Well, I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Happy? -_-''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6083786233746870550?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6083786233746870550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6083786233746870550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6083786233746870550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6083786233746870550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/thinking-of-designs-makes-my-brain-go.html' title='Thinking of designs makes my brain go &quot;pop&quot;!'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3159920575944675932</id><published>2009-02-04T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T17:40:42.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>34 days. I feel like crap.</title><content type='html'>RAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone please tell me what early influences and values mean? And can someone actually visit my blog regularly besides Beej? Sarah's too busy to go online or reply my messages anymore. Ugh. And she even said she slacked yesterday. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just asked Edlyn to link me on the class blog. Not sure if that was a good idea. Hmm oh well. The class blog updates on homework. And the class blog even looks like homework. Homework is ruining my lifeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems so relaxed and I'm always thinking about when I should do my assignments and how I'm going to present them or sometimes I'd memorise the questions and do it in my brain so I wouldn't have to waste more time at home. I'm so pathetic. Not to mention, kiasu. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking is fun. Talking is what's keeping me going to school. If not, I'd jumped into a well a long time ago. Uhh, if I could have found a well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and LA are like the two scariest subjects ever. The homework just rains down on you like nobody's business. And speech and PE are scary too! Cos' you have to plan a lot and do stupid things infront of smart people and be GRADED for it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, early influences and values??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3159920575944675932?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3159920575944675932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3159920575944675932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3159920575944675932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3159920575944675932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/02/34-days-i-feel-like-crap.html' title='34 days. I feel like crap.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2774749455236273846</id><published>2009-01-31T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:48:10.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to puke one day, i swear.</title><content type='html'>Hmm, haven't updated in 5 days already. Nothing much happened really, just that my stomach churns acid whenever I hear, speak or think of the word 'school'. Can't believe I actually looked forward to it during the holidays. I wish the holidays were back so that I could lie down and do nothing and not have a single care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation doesn't seem so bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, alright, alright, key points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tim's down with the chicken pox.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I didn't take that damn chickenpox-free jab and get chicken pox and skip school for 2 weeks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First month of school, 6 projects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to punch the moe headquarters all the way to Egypt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice that I put capital letters on Egypt but not on moe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad agreed to buy me a Wii yesterday and suddenly changed his mind just cos' mummy was there 5 minutes later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like I've been drifting closer to the 'spoiltchildsection' and speedboat-racing away from my mature side. This year is a bad year I tell you. I'm sooo thanking God for every single good thing that comes my way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tim is becoming a super spoilt brat too. How nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2774749455236273846?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2774749455236273846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2774749455236273846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2774749455236273846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2774749455236273846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-going-to-puke-one-day-i-swear.html' title='I&apos;m going to puke one day, i swear.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1340958864483722743</id><published>2009-01-25T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:34:09.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet's unavailable, sorry; don't scream like my dad.</title><content type='html'>SAM was okay. Wasn't as good as the small gallery I went to in San Fransisco. Korean modern art was the best. Minimalism art isn't exactly the best to me. And there's actually a big famous school for contructive art, which is actually art made using mathematical theories/studies/systematic thinking etc. Which is kind of pointless to me. It wouldn't be art anymore, it'd just be math research in the form of pictures. They are TOTALLY different, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the visit to Singapore Art Musuem, I learnt that:&lt;br /&gt;Some people are obsessed with infinity, patterns and raindrops.&lt;br /&gt;An Art piece can be made with 5 wiggly lines or less.&lt;br /&gt;A frizzy ole' role of carpet is art too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to bring myself to colour the pictures I need for english next Wednesday. Oh? It's all the way on Wednesday.  Hmm. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO GAMBLE AND GET LOTS OF BLACK JACKS AND MONEY! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand phone numbers people!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1340958864483722743?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1340958864483722743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1340958864483722743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1340958864483722743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1340958864483722743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/toilets-unavailable-sorry-dont-scream.html' title='Toilet&apos;s unavailable, sorry; don&apos;t scream like my dad.'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8234224755234315244</id><published>2009-01-25T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T10:38:07.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spacebusters; SIM cards suck,</title><content type='html'>I lost all my contacts! Yes, including &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, reader. So, could you please kindly sms me your numbers and your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, most importantly, to my phone number which hasn't changed at all. Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to SAM today. Hee(: Singapore Art Museum. Woots.I wanna spend the whole day there! x) Can't, sadly. Wonder what kind of stuff they have there. Hmm. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hungrryyyy. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My my, I have nothing left to say. What happened to my super long posts I had to cut short before?! Now, I'm wondering how I even managed to write something so long. &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8234224755234315244?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8234224755234315244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8234224755234315244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8234224755234315244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8234224755234315244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/spacebusters-sim-cards-suck.html' title='Spacebusters; SIM cards suck,'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7574479441959770710</id><published>2009-01-24T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:44:56.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Having troubles with ducks</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start naming my blog posts. Not sure whether you can see it on my blog but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new phone. A Samsung phone. An 8 megapixel Samsung phone. An 8 megapixel Samsung phone equipped with professional photography programmes such as face detection, smile detection, ASR and WDF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell did I buy that phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody please suggest songs I can download onto my iPod so I won't feel so pathetic and out? :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being trampled all over by projects and it's only week 3 or something. I suck at handling pressure. ;X OH OH. SARAH. SORRYYYY. I COULDN'T GO ON YESTERDAY MORNING BECAUSE I HAD TO WAKE UP SUPER EARLY AND FOLLOW MUMMY TO HER KINDERGARTEN. D: Super sorry!! ));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to stay back at school on Valentines Day to watch Dr William Tan go round and round the school track. Hope it isn't too crowded that day. :l&lt;br /&gt;Am I in trouble at school? :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7574479441959770710?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7574479441959770710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7574479441959770710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7574479441959770710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7574479441959770710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/having-troubles-with-ducks.html' title='Having troubles with ducks'/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-892367139549425114</id><published>2009-01-22T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:46:07.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. I DIDN'T GET INTO PHOTOGRAPHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I half-expected it. This year is going to be one of the worst years ever. I'm failing at almost everything now. :l I suck at tennis, photography, chinese and I can't even understand parts of math. Secondary school is MURDER. Everything is so suckish. I am so going to drive myself to a grave one day. May God Bless My Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough suicidal-talk. I should probably delete those parts. Since my blog address is on the school computer database. Does anyone know how to delete the history on the school computers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weekend warriors and our bestfriends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The writers weren't kidding on how all good things must end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then again, some things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then again, some things are far too good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some things are far too good to go and let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-892367139549425114?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/892367139549425114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=892367139549425114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/892367139549425114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/892367139549425114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5509699327191041347</id><published>2009-01-18T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T23:23:30.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My gosh, the OC is seriously one of the most soulful places I have ever been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People aren't afraid to stand up to worship even though the rest are sitting down and they aren't afraid to sing aloud whether or not they're great singers or not. I really wanted to get up and sing too but there was like super glue between my butt and the floor or something. I am such a coward. I am so going to do something next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Annette and Elizabeth Tan were talking and talking on my left and I was like screaming in my mind,"SHUT UP. Can't you see how great this place is?!" And I didn't say anything. OH GOSH. What the hell is my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like pudding now. Wobbly and fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 6.4 08' so much, I feel like screaming. My class isn't so bad but I don't feel like I belong there as much as I did last year. I'm in, but yet I'm out. I think I'll just give up on socializing and become my quiet self again. It seemed to work last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it be wrong to feel sad because someone else is feeling sad too?       :l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5509699327191041347?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5509699327191041347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5509699327191041347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5509699327191041347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5509699327191041347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-gosh-oc-is-seriously-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5507412286201172170</id><published>2009-01-17T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:07:55.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so thankful that there's no homework. (: Well, at least for me. Since some people think they have to do another page of history. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, have I mentioned how much I hate children? Maybe it's because of my baby cousin. HE'S SO FREAKING RUDE. And you all know how much I despise arrogant freaks. He everything also 'don't care' wan. I feel like ripping his head off. D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cut my hair short today. Well, sort of. It looks like Rukia's hair from Bleach. Which is like this,&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SXHVOjpj8tI/AAAAAAAAADY/_0OyW5IZZVo/s1600-h/rukia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292245483201491666" style="WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SXHVOjpj8tI/AAAAAAAAADY/_0OyW5IZZVo/s320/rukia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; minus the long streak of hair dangling down the middle of her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short enough to tie a pony tail. Not long enough to tie plaits. Heh(: Now I'm wondering how the hell I failed ting xie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I failed ting xie. 8.5/20 HAHA. Can you believe it? I am so pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy just told me that if I got into a school sports team, daddy was going to buy me a new laptop but she was a teensy bit too late, dontch'ya think? =="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay nevermind. TAG PLEASE. I'm begging you T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I just realized that I haven't done my japanese homework)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5507412286201172170?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5507412286201172170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5507412286201172170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5507412286201172170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5507412286201172170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-so-thankful-that-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SXHVOjpj8tI/AAAAAAAAADY/_0OyW5IZZVo/s72-c/rukia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8797818995693114033</id><published>2009-01-14T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:58:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>200th post! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it would have been like 220++ or something if I hadn't stopped updating for a while. But I guess it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is pretty awesome, if you ignore the fact that lessons are pretty hard to understand and almost everybody in class is like a stranger to me. Thank GOD I'm sitting next to Sarah. But I guess they're not really strangers anymore since I got to know some of'em quite well. And the ones I got to know so far are actually really nice.         Like, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 70% of the world are Ss so technically 70% of the world are definitely nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers like to pick on me this year. I guess it's not that bad since the teachers we met so far are pretty nice. Like Mrs Loh. (: Mrs Tong is actually really nice but she wants me to pin up my fringe. :l Okay, that isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho. Hannah Chua is in BLACKMOREEE. And MeMe is really cute with her pony tail and all. And yeah! She got into choir! And Dily's too! I somehow had this hunch that MeMe would get in and well, she did. So yaye, congrats to her I guess. Shannon and Weng Lin can't seem to stop singing which is actuall pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Higher Chinese is pretty okay. But the workload is ginormous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to get a lock on the tunes of the songs in Chapel. But somehow, I found myself singing(out of tune maybe?) along anyway. Hah.   ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are tryouts for &lt;em&gt;photography&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, enough randomness. I gotta do my stupid zuo wen now.   .... TAG MORE. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8797818995693114033?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8797818995693114033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8797818995693114033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8797818995693114033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8797818995693114033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/200th-post-i-know-that-it-would-have.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8964986021863821725</id><published>2009-01-05T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:09:44.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, school is going to take up A LOT of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I can ever blog as often anymore. Secondary school is soo different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go study now. Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8964986021863821725?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8964986021863821725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8964986021863821725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8964986021863821725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8964986021863821725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-school-is-going-to-take-up-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-880130324345242123</id><published>2008-12-29T09:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T09:29:40.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hia'pfh eo;ghdipgjfha'pfhy 'piahsd'gfiph iadhfsdjf 'padigha'pghasdio'fha'dsifuj aipeufj idf apsdfj&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I AM A COLD BLOODED HEARTLESS FREAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh G**. Typing doesn't even help. I wanna scream. :l&lt;br /&gt;If it was still last year, I wouldn't even feel like this. Or at least, not as bad as this. Maybe I'm like naturally negative and hopeless and what not. ......................... There's this pain in my stomach that is making me feel like vomitting. I'd rather vomit now than not vomit and feel this way for the next .. millenium or so. sjiasdjkfha;dufh;asdfh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update again when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably delete this soon or something. iodfihfauefh'apfiefaidfj;skdjfa'skdjf'ejfpoew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-880130324345242123?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/880130324345242123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=880130324345242123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/880130324345242123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/880130324345242123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/hiapfh-eoghdipgjfhapfhy-piahsdgfiph.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-9156792607262223675</id><published>2008-12-27T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:11:33.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I failed my grading. LOL. But then again, sensei always passes me for some reason. Like he gives in to girls or something. Whatever. Win win~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting my scholarship thingy today at some CC from some permanent secretary. I have no idea how high or low that rank maybe but apparently it's pretty powerful. But I have no pins to pin up my hair so - hah -. I may bring the name of mgs higher by receiving the scholarship and at the same time bring it down cos of my hair. Haha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my G**. Stupid hannah montana song just blasted like a million sound waves into my ears. D; I'm soo going to delete it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;spoilt child mode&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I want school to start NOW NOW NOW. Make it start NOW NOW NOW. &gt;:O AND SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL I'M SUPPOSED TO BRING TO ORIENTATION CAMP. &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RaAAAaAAAAAhhHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt;back to angel mode&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Post holiday pictures later. I hope. (: -lalalala-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-9156792607262223675?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9156792607262223675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=9156792607262223675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9156792607262223675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9156792607262223675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-i-failed-my-grading.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6497674052641717491</id><published>2008-12-26T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:05:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Downloading songs like mad now. I keep forgetting all the songs I want to download and only remember them when I'm done syncing the other songs on my iPod. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair today.Well, actually it looks exactly the same, except that it's an inch or two shorter. Or three. In any case, it's shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy told me to steam my hair so it would be softer and I did, but it didn't feel much softer. It felt the same. ...... The guy doing my hair could read me like a book sia. I was giving him my sian face(cos' it was taking like damn long) and suddenly he said,"You didn't sleep very last night, did you?" Right. Another moment later,"You're feeling cold, huh?" Right. I didn't shiver much and I could barely see my eyebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hah. Eyebags. Vacations are supposed to get rid of these things, but hell no, for my family, it's all rush rush rush. Except the day when we went to Hanauma Bay. (: Tell you guys about it another day. BEAUTIFUL, I tell you. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering the possibility that he could read minds. More importantly, my mind. Because, I remember thinking of the ways I could kill somebody who was really pissing me off unconciously. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aikido grading and stepping into the OC room this weekend. Scary things I have to deal with immediately after I get back from a holiday and terrible christmas. =.= Damn, I wish I could say oh my you-know-what. It would fit so many other situations a mere 'oh my gosh' couldn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6497674052641717491?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6497674052641717491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6497674052641717491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6497674052641717491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6497674052641717491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/downloading-songs-like-mad-now.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4615614315596745885</id><published>2008-12-26T02:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:28:43.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY HAMSTERS ARE DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;eaten&lt;/span&gt;!! By my cousin's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dog&lt;/span&gt;. Cats, I can understand, but dogs. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying this I don't exactly know how to spread the holiday cheer. Hmm. In Hawaii, people said,"Spread the aloha!" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a Luau! It means feast. And our escort there was like uber funny. He told us all sorts of jokes and funny funny moments he had with other tourists. His name was Reno. But he made us call him Cousin Reno since it's Hawaii, where it was practically against the law to be shy. =.= Kidding, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese man: "Reno! Reno! What's that building? How long take build?(not typo)"&lt;br /&gt;Reno:"Uhh, I don't know, sir. 2 years?"&lt;br /&gt;"In Japan, year half!"&lt;br /&gt;-a minute later-&lt;br /&gt;"Reno! Reno! What's that? How long take build?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm. A year?"&lt;br /&gt;"In Japan, 6 months!"&lt;br /&gt;-another minute later-&lt;br /&gt;"Cousin Reno! Cousin Reno! What's that? How long take build?"-pointing to a super huge shopping mall I went(: -&lt;br /&gt;-pissed now-"I don't know, sir. It wasn't there yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. xD xD xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two peanuts walking down a road. One was a-salted. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay. I'm getting lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog more when it isn't 2 am or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4615614315596745885?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4615614315596745885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4615614315596745885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4615614315596745885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4615614315596745885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hamsters-are-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5871405708034490605</id><published>2008-12-18T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:22:48.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Monterey Aquarium! And saw an otter rubbing his temples(I think) and cheeks(I think). ;D And uhh, an injured albatross. It was so small and I think Singapore's Underwater World is better. But this one had this uber weird fish called a Sunfish and it looked totally mutated. It was &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; and its tail was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;stubby&lt;/span&gt; and it only had that and two thick fins(one on it's top and the other on it's bottom) to steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me cruel, but the moment I saw it, I wanted to kill it. Then of course, daddy was saying how he wanted to know how it tasted like and other weird things a cockroach would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove to another place( I found out we're not even in San Fransisco yet! D: ), and this time, the motel is like super cute and cozy and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;has hot water&lt;/span&gt;! ;D ;D ;D It felt so good to have a hot shower. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today and bought a lot a lot of tops. Sales everywhere mann. Visited shops like, H&amp;amp;M and Forever 21. And oh gosh, I love Forever 21. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, going to the airport for a 5 hour flight to HAWAII baby. Heh ;P. I have to sit with Tim without any of my parents around for the full five hours. So I'm going to be a good sister for 5 hours straight. I'm even letting him have the window seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH. Something stupid happened on the 6 hour drive before. SOMEHOW, SOMEBODY put like a sharp object under the back tire of my uncle's car, so it punctured and we had to stop on the side lane of A HIGHWAY. Police people came really fast and started telling us how dangerous it was to stop at a highway and we weren't even listening. We were just praying that the police officer wouldn't notice that we didn't have a baby seat for Tim and ConCon. xD We had to like cram some people into our car while the towtruck guy replaced their tire with a pathetic small one =.= . The police officer took some of my relatives into their car and they saw like lots of guns and even a sniper rifle! D: We were there for quite a while and even a helicoptor came hovering over to see what was going on with us. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update again the next time I can. ByeBye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-somewhere in America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5871405708034490605?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5871405708034490605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5871405708034490605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5871405708034490605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5871405708034490605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-went-to-monterey-aquarium-and-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4950377016836272992</id><published>2008-12-16T01:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:14:40.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6 hours drive to San Fransisco!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4950377016836272992?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4950377016836272992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4950377016836272992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4950377016836272992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4950377016836272992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-hours-drive-to-san-fransisco-d.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1097204735712495159</id><published>2008-12-14T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:22:45.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a picture of La's sky already!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping at sunset boulevard and Hollywood yesterday. ;D And I already bought the Christmas gifts for Sarah, Tessa, Bj and Steffi. I think you'll be very pleased with'em. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went shopping(again) at Desert Hill Factory Outlet. Soooo many shops, I tell you. Came back with many bags of loot. (; I bought, uhh, two shirts, 1 pair of skinnies and a pair of jeans from Armani exchange, one more pair of jeans and a pair of black pants from banana republic, a lot of shirts and two shorts from Nike and, uhh, a pair of Converse shoes or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was on saleee. (: Like 20% to 60% or something. xD&lt;br /&gt;I think I like shopping a little. ;D But I hate the part when my feet start to hurt so much they feel numb. T-T It's like almost 9pm and my cousins are still over there looking around. o.o And we reached there at like, 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaAAAaaAwnn. Nighttt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1097204735712495159?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1097204735712495159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1097204735712495159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1097204735712495159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1097204735712495159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-took-picture-of-las-sky-already-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1063530648705018498</id><published>2008-12-11T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:55:47.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyo! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in LA right now!! In mummy's friend's apartment to be exact. We're not staying in a hotel cos' it's more cozy here. (: Plus, it's free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airplane ride was so damn shittttyyyyy. The one to tokyo was okay since it had a tv screen for each seat, but I didn't watch cos' I was too tired. Then, on the long flight of all flights, this one didn't have a tv screen. Some seats didn't even have the table thing! But the plane was huge and had like two levels or something. And it had really scary turbulance! D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a super tall and huge christmas tree. It's like dunno how many feet tall and dunno how many pounds heavy. It's a white fir I think. (: Yeah huh. It's real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Okay. I'm going to sleep now. I can probably only blog on the days that I'm in LA, since there's only a laptop at this apartment and I'm staying at hotels for the other places. I'm staying in San Fransisco for a night. I didn't even know that. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzZZzzZZzz.. Night.. Morning. Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1063530648705018498?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1063530648705018498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1063530648705018498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1063530648705018498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1063530648705018498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/heyo-d-im-in-la-right-now-in-mummys.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7820869398546687369</id><published>2008-12-10T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:22:20.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About to leave for the airport in like a few hours. (: It feels so exciting somehow even though I've ridden on an airplane so many times already.. I remember when I was in kindergarten, my parents would bring me overseas so often. Like, every 3-4 months? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to reminiscence like an old mann!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? Is that how you use reminisence? Hahhh.. -_-''' -think-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't care!&lt;/span&gt; ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sit with daddy on the short flight to tokyo afterall! If you count 7-8 hours short.. But compared to 18 hours, it is pretty long.. ..... !!!! In any case -ahem-, I'm sitting with daddy. My parents have totally coloured my opinion of Northwest airlines and how low quality the whole thing is and now I'm wondering if they individual televeision screens with movies on them (or if they even provide pillows and blankets O.O).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to sleep tonight since I have to wake up super early later. OH! And did I mention that I beat Bj's 3.15pm record and woke up at 4.30pm yesterday and today? ;D Hahaha. I'm not even sure whether it's a good thing. I think I miss the mornings noww. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy gave me a ton of sweets to bring up to the airplane and an American 100-dollar bill to spend on emergencies( like my fetish for soft toys and all that.. :B ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann. I'm going to miss my online mangas and episodes of xxxHolic.. Even though xxxHolic episodes are abnormally deep and creepy, talking about wormholes and monkey paws and what not.. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. I will be gone for 16 days! (: Ah. Daddy just found his beanie. ._. He has one smaller one for me too. xD Haha. Imagine me wearing a beanie and typing on the computer looking like a dumbo. Hee(: It's happening :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OiOi, when I'm gone arh, don't stop tagging my blog horh! If not it'll feel so dead. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is it. Farewell. Goodbye. I may never see you guys again (nah, you never know what might happen in USA. I mean, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;USA&lt;/span&gt;. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Byebye la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7820869398546687369?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7820869398546687369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7820869398546687369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7820869398546687369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7820869398546687369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/about-to-leave-for-airport-in-like-few.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7899498335840858418</id><published>2008-12-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:29:36.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting an iPod Nano~~&lt;br /&gt;And a htc phone. ;D Haha. Supposedly, the iPhone killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going for the special offer thing even though the promotion might be over. It's so awesome to have connections in Starhub sometimes. Haha ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that my right shoulder tires easily and when it does, needle-sharp pains shoot through it. T-T It's so annoying. And school hasn't even started and yet I'm already freaking out for the 2.4km run. Geh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching xxxHolic. It seems a little too late now, considering the fact that it completed quite a while back already and I'm leaving in less than two days. I won't have a problem with jet-lag either cos' my recent bedtimes have been like 5-6 am. Hee(: I'll be sitting with some stranger on the first plane ride but the super long ones like 18 hour ones, I'm sitting with my family. The whole family is going together! ;D Including cousins and all that. It sounds so fun and tiring at the same time. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to buy for you all cos' I have no idea how high or low the standards of the gifts are. ... Nevermind. I guess I'll just buy expensive ones. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on Sunday, the day I was supposed to join the OC, the day I woke up extra early just so to make sure I wouldn't be late, the day I wore a nice, new shirt and my favourite calvin klein jeans, I found out that there was no OC since it was the first Sunday of the month and the youths join the adults for worship and holy communion. And since I'll be half way across the world(I think) for the next two weeks, I'll be like the only new face there. Sigh. Nevermind, I'll just sit there and shut up and don't talk unless someone talks to me first. (no social skills at all mann)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I just re-read the whole post and I'm amazed at how easily I can jump from one topic to the other. &gt;.&gt; Am I always like that? ;X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7899498335840858418?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7899498335840858418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7899498335840858418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7899498335840858418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7899498335840858418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-getting-ipod-nano-and-htc-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4623098257879984425</id><published>2008-12-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:03:41.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a feeling my blog will be dead in a matter of time and I shall attempt to change the future. (: Hmm. Well, that's practically impossible on the dates 10 December to 26 December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I still can't get over the fact that I will be spending CHRISTMAS, one of the most awesomest holidays in the history of MAN, on a damn low quality airplane. Northwest Airlines baby. Don't sue me, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, let's update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. People were forbidding me to sleep in yesterday. There was some stupid construction thing in one of my neighbouring apartments and so, the contractor said,"Let there be drilling." And there was drilling. Non-stop drilling. Non-stop, super loud drilling. It was like the sound itself was drilling holes into my skull and wouldn't stop until it reached the center of my brain. And it did that at several other angles as well.                     Ha Ha. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!! ....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the drilling finally stopped, I was all happy again. But of course, all good things have expiry dates and my happiness only lasted a full hmm.. 5-6 seconds? The new condo committee(and a very freaking bitchy one at that) so conveniently decided to buy a new lawn mower that month! Wow Wow Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VRRRRRROOOOOOOOOMMM! -pause- VRRRROOOOOOOMMMM! -pause- VROOOO...MM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, daddy came home that night and gave me 700 dollars first.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't sleep at all last night. Spent the whole night watching tv. (: Mummy woke up at 6.38 am and realized I was still awake, so she ordered me to off the tv and go to sleep and dosed off again. I fell asleep and woke up at 3+ in the afternoon. Followed mummy for short errands and came back home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 9pm and I feel oddly tired. =.- Nevermind. I suppose it's good since I have to wake up early and go to the OC tomorrow. I'm getting up earlier than usual (9am, whether you think it's early or not doesn't matter) cos' I have no absolutely no idea when the OC worship starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh forget it. Whatver happens, happens. I'm just going to sleep and forget more stuff. Byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4623098257879984425?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4623098257879984425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4623098257879984425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4623098257879984425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4623098257879984425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-feeling-my-blog-will-be-dead-in.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1078197941262809839</id><published>2008-11-29T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T16:17:32.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a Gemini. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad's friend almost got killed in Mumbai. It feels so cool somehow. Well, now that I think about it, it isn't so cool anymore. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ate at a restaurant and went up to his hotel room early to finish up some work. Then, he suddenly heard lots and lots of gunshots! ;O Soon, the police came up to his room and told him that everyone in the restaurant he was eating at got killed by young indian gangster boys!! :O :O :O Then they made him hide some ang moh tourists in his room until further notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I wonder if you all felt the exaggeration in the above story. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there was this young pretty lawyer lady that went to Mumbai for a one-day seminar and got killed on that very day in the restaurant. Walao. Damn sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm a Gemini. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do something about jumping from one topic to another topic easily. We come in duals, like male a female, left and right, yin and yang. We can like one thing and like it's opposite as well. And, uhh, my element is the wind? They said something like, the wind of the gemini can blow in one direction and blow in another direction another minute later and that, uhh, geminis may just be a little breeze but our words are as powerful as a huge gust of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How melodramatic. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I ate a chococlate truffle cake and a quarter of a lemon tart for lunch. ;D Isn't that awesome? ;D And fattening, but who cares? ;D ;D ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my uncle might just become an accomplished artist. And mummy might be totally against me majoring in art next time. And, uhh, totally kill me if I mention I want to be an artist when I grow up.  ...... So yeah, she doesn't know. Heh. Ah wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1078197941262809839?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1078197941262809839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1078197941262809839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1078197941262809839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1078197941262809839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-gemini.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2945567883024113075</id><published>2008-11-27T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:51:38.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WILL BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is what I said to myself 5 days ago and I am finally doing it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are staying over and I've been enetertaining them. Or they have been entertaining me. Uhh. 50 50. Actually, now there's only 1 cousin left cos' the other cousin had to go home for tuition. ): Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins(other cousins) and aunts and uncles came over! I had to treat them to ice cream.. =.= And they kept singing some stupid congrajulations song whenever I come out of a room or walk into the living room or something. And I got another 50 bucks from PoPo's sister. So it's like, my, uhh, grand auntie. I don't even know her that well. ... PoPo must have been &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; busy, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. I think I bought my cross-stitching stuff then. I forgot all about this day even though it's some holy day or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins(the cousins that came over to play with mee(:) came over. A DAY EARLY. (: Play Play Play. Watched them play Catch the Ghoulies. Scary): Even though it's only cartoonie graphics, it still creeps me out. Then played The Urbz!! :D I love that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play Play Play. PLAAAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Steph Jie. Watched Madagascarrrrrr TWOOO(: It sems uber late though. ;X Ah whatever. Before that, I had to give my opinion on every dress JieJie pulled out. It was pretty crappy since I had no sense of fashion at all. Oh wait. I still &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; no sense of fashion at all. .... But somehow it was fun. Fun and crappy at the same time. Hah. Jie bought a grey/gray dress and then ditched some shop we told the owner we'd come back and buy the dress but we never really did..? Afer the movie, took NEOS :D I look disgusting in one and cartoonie in another one and you don't need my opinion on the others. I just realized she still hasn't given me my half of the pictures. And she just went HOME. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the afternoon again and ate "breakfast" and then went to serene centre to return videos and to show JieJie the guy in the video store that seriously looks like a girl and now I'm having serious doubts about his/her gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She/he doesn't have an adam's apple and his/her voice is giry and guyish at the same time and his/her chest is totally flat but that happens to some girls too. My mind is filled many many possible and disgusting scenarios right now. o.o Ughh. And I can't make up my mind. :l Maybe I really am balanced-brain. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday/Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jie went home. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had piano lesson. :l Okay la. Not so bad. I didn't even realize it was going home time until the teacher told me so. Haha. Might not be too bad after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! Here are the contents of my mind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there such things as children sleeping pills cos' if there are, could anyone like buy my a pack or at least tell me where I can buy some. I'm trying to kick my stupid habit of sleeping at 3-4 am. If they don't exist, Professors and Scientists and Modern-day Inventors are totally thinking too deep into life. Japan people have invented the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAN-BRA&lt;/span&gt; people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocks. (: Rocks are nice. (: Smooth and not meant for rock-painting. Rock-painting reminds me of those neanderthals who paint with Heaven-knows-what on their cave walls and people who are so desperate for ink that they use their blood. Okay nevermind. This is totally irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have much more in my mind but this post is seriously too long. :l    ):    :l    ):    :l ):   D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. And I just found out that there might not be much of a point to go to the OC anymore. Sigh. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2945567883024113075?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2945567883024113075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2945567883024113075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2945567883024113075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2945567883024113075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-will-blog-is-what-i-said-to-myself-5.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1396977068483983491</id><published>2008-11-22T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:55:53.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY STUPID COUSIN JUST DOWNLOADED A STUPID GAME ONTO MY COMPUTER WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND NOW IT HAS ALL THE USELESS UGLY TOOLBARS THAT CAN"T SEEM TO GO AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time he downloaded something, my whole computer CRASHED. I am so freaking pissed. Next time I'm not even going to let him use my computer. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update next time. Too pissed off. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1396977068483983491?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1396977068483983491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1396977068483983491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1396977068483983491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1396977068483983491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-stupid-cousin-just-downloaded-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7723361539257763240</id><published>2008-11-21T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:15:15.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 265 ;D Okay. Enough boasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of hugs from a lot of people. Which wa pretty much uncalled for. But, what the heck. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drew a picture to celebrate! (: I don't have a scanner (poor me.) so I took a picture of it. And it isn't blur this time! I think. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here you go! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SSakLr_qnNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l50gWgvoDFI/s1600-h/PB210560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271080934579018962" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SSakLr_qnNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l50gWgvoDFI/s320/PB210560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, nevermind. I didn't really draw it for the little celebration of mine.  ._.  It was just something that popped in my head. Just so you know, it's not done yet. So this is the 'before'. (: Unless you only allow the 'before' as a blank piece of drawing block paper.  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks better in reality. Eew. The paper looks yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to do a paper mache of it at first, but I didn't have glue so I thought,"Okay. Let's draw it and colour it then." But then when I was drawing it, I forgot and shaded it and the shading looks real nice so I dropped the colouring idea.    (: Heh. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Okay, let's make this easier for me. The kid with the mohawk is Bob and the other guy is Billy. The words on the Bob's shoulders are 'Live Life'. One word on each shoulder. The word's on the cloth pinned to his sleeve says 'Rock On'. The picture on Billy's shirt is an alien. :B and the word below it is 'Alienoid'. Okay, done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to work on Bob and Billy;Billy and Bob later. (: Heyy... That's a good name for the picture. Bob and Billy;Billy and Bob! :D But I'll have to explain it to everyone I show the picture too. Nevermind. It'll be my secret name for the picture. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7723361539257763240?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7723361539257763240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7723361539257763240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7723361539257763240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7723361539257763240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiya-i-got-265-d-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SSakLr_qnNI/AAAAAAAAADQ/l50gWgvoDFI/s72-c/PB210560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3315835223562020276</id><published>2008-11-19T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:28:07.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing my suckish piano theory now. Begging Sarah for help too. Again. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that whenever I do piano theory homework, it's always raining.   ...   ._.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Pisslee results tomorrow. (: ): (: ): ? I am supposed to feel..... Scared? Excited? Ecstatic? A little bit of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;THEORY CAN KILL YOU. I FEEL LIKE MY HEAD IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3315835223562020276?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3315835223562020276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3315835223562020276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3315835223562020276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3315835223562020276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/doing-my-suckish-piano-theory-now.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8665357648556252865</id><published>2008-11-18T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:55:42.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHH. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I forgot to delete my internet browsing history. x.x In case you didn't know, I'm pretty paranoid about my parents checking on what I do. It drives me crazy somehow(I accidentally spelled it as some hoe just now :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I guess it's not that bad cos' the last time they checked the history thing was like, dunno how many years ago. And since we downloaded the latest version of IE, we couldn't ever find the history list unless we click the little arrow pointing downwards at the address bar. HAHA. But I'm still going to do it in case either one of my parents accidentally click somewhere and find it. =.= They do that, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;CROCODILE FARM&lt;/span&gt; today. Not that big of a deal luhz. Since I went there like three times already. &gt;.&gt; It was pretty amusing at first, when I learnt that crocodiles and alligators have different kinds of snouts(: and that there are only &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt; different kinds of crocodiles in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ze' worldzz&lt;/span&gt;. And that there are now a super endangered species of crocodiles called Gharials which look super cool with their super skinny and long snouts and they look like dinosaurs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought that the people were keeping them for some endangered species thingy like those enclosures? Or something? But then I remembered that it was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FARM&lt;/span&gt;. So they &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARVEST&lt;/span&gt;, if you catch my drift.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU KNOW? (lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One crocodile= One handbag. D: D: Which is like &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;$1,500&lt;/span&gt;. It's like the crocodile's life is only worth that much. ): Don't even get me started on how they kill them. );&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One baby crocodile= One wallet     ............................... &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And crocodiles can live up to a hundred years or more. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, they rub the skin with milk and egg white.     ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They feed the baby crocildes by chopstick :D It is pretty cute actually, but then again most of the time you all don't agree with me when I say something is cute. =="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 3-4 am and woke up at 8am. Ate at Cafe Cartel for lunch (&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RIBS:D&lt;/span&gt;). Came home and fell on the bed and slept until 7pm, I think. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;How the HELL am I going to sleep tonight mannn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8665357648556252865?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8665357648556252865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8665357648556252865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8665357648556252865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8665357648556252865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3974979511693167268</id><published>2008-11-17T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:15:57.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bloody pissed at my popo. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, while I was watching Shark and I didn't want to be disturbed, she came home and stand in front of the television and talk to me. She was talking so loud that I couldn't even hear what was going on on Shark. She always does that. When I'm watching something, she always comes and talks super loud with daddy and they are like totally oblivious of me sitting there, trying to watch a show peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kim ah! Wo zhu ji dan, ni yao ma?" (I cooked eggs, do you want some?)&lt;br /&gt;"Bu Yao!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yao ah???"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh.. YAO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bu Yao ah??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell mann. ==""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I couldn't sleep last night too. I SHALL BAN MYSELF FROM LISTENING OR READING GHOST STORIES. That sounds so damn impossible but I'll try. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to follow mummy to some crocodile farm tomorrow with her school. Sian arh. I have to wake up super early and I have no idea how I'm going to do that since I can't freaking sleep until the AMs. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least on Thursday, she's going to cook me THE AWESOMEST BREAKFAST IN THE WORLD. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sunny-side-up eggs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sprinkled with salt and pepper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;with crispybacon on the side&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;as well as fried onions and potatoes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;and to top it all off, a glass of mango juice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;with little squares of nata de coco in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is almost complete. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3974979511693167268?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3974979511693167268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3974979511693167268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3974979511693167268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3974979511693167268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-bloody-pissed-at-my-popo.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2053675172225406296</id><published>2008-11-16T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:04:04.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mummy bought me a nice holiday gift. She just bought two sec 1 math books for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that's quite good la. I get a head start, I guess. But it's hard. ): The equations are all so complicated and it makes your head(well, if not, mine only) spin. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll get through chapter one by tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep at all last night. Literally. Stupid ghost stories. &gt;:l I stayed up the whole night, watching tv, checking the guides if there were any creepy shows that would remind me of the damn stories. Like Reaper, Invader Zim etc. Invader Zim also cannot. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched until like 5am, then mummy told me to off the tv. She even said 'please' so she was probably desperate. Anyway, because of this we didn't go to church. Well, technically, because of me. BUT, because of me, mummy finally got the chance to sleep in. (: She wakes up at like 6-7 am almost everyday. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 am, when the television was off and you could hear the little twitches of some random objects moving(Well, at least I hope they were the little twitches of some random objects moving. x.x), I hid under my blanket for like an hour and finally dozed off. I woke up at 7 and felt so freaking relieved that the sun was up again. I fell asleep again and woke up at like 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Great World City to eat lunch(Kenny Rogers. (: I haven't eaten there for like, YEARS), bought two books and some cross-stitching thing I thought could entertain me for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy dropped us off at home and rushed to some salon to dye her hair. Again. No more high lights. Haha. (: Oh, did I mention that mummy's car plate dropped off? HAHA. So we drove around in daddy's BMW for the whole day today. (: Anyways, came home and watched Shark(some series) for a while til dinner. It's M18 but it doesn't seem like it at all. I thought M18 movies were gory and sick and what not, like Sweeny Todd. :D But this wasn't that gory and sick. Mummy wanted to watch it at first, not me. But it was nice. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My tagboard is like DEAD. So could you people please be kind and TAG. I even made the effort to colour this portion red so your eyes would notice it and read it and hopefully obey it. (not that this is an order or anything &gt;.&gt;) Unless, you're super unobservant. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I just caught my brother 'break dancing' behind my back. I mean this literally, not that stupid idiom or whatever it is. He thought I wouldn't see. HAHA. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2053675172225406296?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2053675172225406296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2053675172225406296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2053675172225406296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2053675172225406296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/mummy-bought-me-nice-holiday-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2567713779101695951</id><published>2008-11-15T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:10:13.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm balanced brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can use both sides of my brain equally. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad. But because of this I find it hard to make descisions. =.= My family thinks I'm more dominant with my right side of the brain. In case you didn't know, the left side of the brain is responsible for solving problems logically whereas the right side of the brain is responsible for noticing subtle details and coming up with more creative ways to solve problems.  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm freaked out by the stupid ghost stories my whole family is telling me. And their, well, pretty much ... true. If you think about it, they are real. :l I feel like dying. ): I was so freaked out today, my hands were shaking in the shower. ;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped aikido today. I felt a little sick. But not that sick. Just a little. I complained a lot to mummy and she thought I was on the verge of tears so she brought me to buy groceries instead of aikido. :D She said she spoilt me and Tim too much. HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired now. Church tomorrow. Byebye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2567713779101695951?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2567713779101695951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2567713779101695951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2567713779101695951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2567713779101695951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-balanced-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-723277838986096585</id><published>2008-11-13T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:49:52.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall post all the results of the quizzes I took on facebook. Why, you ask? Cos' I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What animal are you? Result: Llama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people don't realize this, but llamas are the coolest animals on the planet. They are totally laid back, they have stylish hairdo's, and they've got good attitudes towards all creatures, big and small. They're like the "awesome next door neighbors" of the animal kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a llama! Be happy, be proud. Then go out and spread the word that there's nothing cooler than a llama. The world has got to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you die? Result: Devoured by wolves (=.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not very cautious when it comes to unfamiliar places, and you tend to react fast rather than think things out. That's why you're gonna be wolf meat. Studies have shown that you're twice as likely to get hit by lightning than get attacked by wolves, so you're a pretty lucky duck. When that pack of wolves starts hunting you down, try throwing rocks at them to ward them off. Don't feed them anything or they might get aggressive when you run out of food. And don't carry around any babies with you. Wolves love eating babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hot are you? Result: Hot Cool (Don't ask me why I took this quiz. I tried to avoid as much as possible but it was the last one there. Don't believe than don't believe. =.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A balmy, breezy 76 degrees. We don't know about "hot," but you're cool for sure. Which is a great thing. You're fun to be around, and you're super easy-going. But you're probably not gonna set the world on fire. If you're disappointed with your results, we suggest you heat things up a bit (or maybe just retake the quiz and lie). But really, we think you should be proud to be Cool Hot. You're one of the only folks around who's guaranteed not to burn us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your mental age? Result: 6 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to get pampered, take lots of naps, and eat mashed bananas. Okay, we're only speculating on the mashed bananas. And really, there's nothing wrong with that stuff. You love to be comfortable and close to the people you love. That stuff's all great! Just be sure to change your diaper every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be in 10 years? Result: Billionare ( :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to plan for the future! When your first billion rolls around, don't forget who predicted it first -- and please send us a nice fruit basket. So, how do you ensure this wonderful fate? Be sure to save your money, invest it wisely, and don't waste all your cash on soda and ice cream sandwiches. You have no idea how many would-be billionaires lost their fortunes because of junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eSPIN personality test Result: The Thinker (I still don't understand what this means)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're smart, and you know what? You totally know it. You value brains above almost anything else, which is pretty good. (Better than valuing, say, booties). But you also tend to get cocky about your own intelligence. Keep up with the intellectual pursuits, but don't be afraid to be wrong every once in a while. Seriously - stupidity can be cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past life quiz Result: Drunk Cowboy (What? I was just curious. &gt;.&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you're independent and like to have fun? That's because 160 years ago, your soul was out in the wild west, partying it up. If you don't remember it, that's okay. Back then, you probably didn't remember much either. Big brown bottles with three X's on them can do that to you. Even though you liked to party in your past life, you were still pretty tough. (You had to be - the wild west was a scary place!) So if you're feeling scared or insecure, try to harness some of that courage that's hanging out in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a vampire? Result: You're definitely not a vampire (Hehe(:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Dracula have just about nothing in common (besides good hair and a pretty decent vocabulary). Darkness and blood aren't really your things. You'd rather have bright sunshine and strawberry jelly. If you're interested in being a vampire, we recommend starting out slowly. Maybe eat some Count Chocula cereal. It won't grant you immortality, but it's part of a balanced breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with you? Result: Too friendly (I sooo don't agree with this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very open with people, which is great, but sometimes those people are wearing brass knuckles, which is not great. You tend to think that people are generally good at heart, and because of that, you're very trusting. People are drawn to your positive attitude and you tend to make friends easily. (You might also be a little vain, but hey, who could blame you? You're a good-looking individual, and you have a right to be a little cocky about it.) So where could you go wrong? Well, if you're too friendly, you might not be on alert for those folks you really shouldn't trust. So try to use more caution when you meet new people. And quit trading gym socks with strangers. That's just plain gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good advice giver? Result: Kind advice giver (huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends love turning to you for advice 'cause you're always so sweet. You cheer them up when they're feeling bad and you'll bend over backwards just to help them out. You're a great friend - but make sure your friends aren't taking advantage of you. If they're not giving you the same love in return, then maybe they don't deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you get famous? Result: CEO of a Fortune 500 Company (hoho.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for power suits, business lunches and some really expensive cigars. After inventing the digital stapler, your life will become a whirlwind of business deals and huge royalty checks. You'll eventually start a multibillion dollar company that manufactures glow-in-the-dark office supplies. The Great Blackout of 2023 will send your sales through the roof. By the end of your career, you'll have over 80 bilion dollars in assets, including a house in Maui and more diamond-encrusted tiaras than anyone could ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last one sounds good but I don't wanna work in an office. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-723277838986096585?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/723277838986096585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=723277838986096585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/723277838986096585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/723277838986096585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-shall-post-all-results-of-quizzes-i.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-86746810149143046</id><published>2008-11-12T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:34:47.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have FINALLY finished doing my piano theory homework! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so damn hard. I even spammed Sarah's phone with messages and called her for help. ;X I didn't even finish grade 1 theory and they skip me all the way to grade 4. I want to die la. Well, I'll sail through it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added a head to my unfinished doodle of a guy wearing lots of accessories. Well, you'll never really know what I'm talking about since my descriptions are always either too detailed that they're utterly incomprehensible or I'm not describing enough for you to picture it. So I'll upload a picture of it as soon as my camera comes running back into my arms from the evil clutches of my mummy's handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I got a little bit of diarrhea.. T-T I can't watch my 23 minute episodes of hayate no gotoku or school rumble without getting interrupted by the persistent pain in my tummy. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother are now attempting to make the longest rubberband chain in the universe!! MUAHAHAHAHA. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Nooooooo. PoPo want to scold us already. T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a happy happy dream last night. I remember saying in my dream,"This is great. And the best thing is, is that this is reality!" That was when I woke up. I will not tell you what were the contents of my dream. But let me give you an absolutely useless and ridiculous hint:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;It had riceballs in it&lt;/span&gt;.(literally, rice &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;balls&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-86746810149143046?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/86746810149143046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=86746810149143046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/86746810149143046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/86746810149143046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-finally-finished-doing-my-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2693781226966973454</id><published>2008-11-11T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:42:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to watch James Bond: Quantum of Solace (Soundaffects:&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DENDENDEN!~~&lt;/span&gt;) with my neighbour today. (: It was pretty okay. I didn't really understand anything though, since they were all using different accents to speak and it was really hard cos' I kept having to tune my ears to everything. =.= British, Italian, French and what not, all in there. But I could roughly guess what was happening throught the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Craig. Hmm.. Mummy says he isn't that good-looking and some people say he's hot. Haha. I don't know what I'm supposed to choose. But I think I like the previous James Bond better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Bond: Quantum of Solace (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DENDENDENNNN~&lt;/span&gt;), I give it a thumbs up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cabbed back home and in the cab we didn't talk at all. Other than the little chuckle we had when suddenly a voice from the Worms Battle game thing came from nowhere saying(or squeaking),"Incoming!!(sound of a missle firing)". Haha. (: We didn't talk but it didn't feel awkward either. Just the two of us, minding our own business(and of course I was day dreaming, as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back and planned to watch the dvd of Horton, only to find out that mummy had already returned it to the video rental shop. =.= So we watched Borat. LOL. It was damn funny but we skipped the sick sick parts to avoid any more damage to the young mind than what has already been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've been seriously addicted to Harvest Moon: Boy &amp;amp; Girl for the past two weeks! It's sooo awesome. The gameboy Harvest moon was so boring. I think I quit even before Spring(the first season) ended. But the PSP Harvest Moon rocks. :D Or it's jsut that my attitude towards farms have changed dramatically. Whichever's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a mind-blowing game has it's down sides as well. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to freaking extend my hen house and barn before I can make my house extension. Which is retarded cos' I don't need to do either. I only had four chickens when I extended my hen house and the maximum number of chickens I could have was five. =.= And I don't need to extend my barn either cos' I only have one dumb cow and one stupid sheep(which is pregnant by the way (:). Okay nevermind. You guys probably don't understand what I'm blabbering out anyways. So I'll stop pressing the keyboard buttons now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT NOT YET. I found out what I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hikkimori&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. That's japanese for a person who wastes his/her days on manga, anime, video games and other useless things and prefers to be alone at home rather than to be at a crowded area. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds bad. But whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2693781226966973454?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2693781226966973454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2693781226966973454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2693781226966973454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2693781226966973454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/heyo-went-out-to-watch-james-bond.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-467914273749545943</id><published>2008-11-10T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T12:46:44.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to add one conversation that happened yesterday which is still haunting me at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the way to church and suddenly mummy said,"You know I had a dream that Kim got 245 for PSLE?"&lt;br /&gt;D: D: D: D: D: D: D:&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says,"WHAD? If Kim gets 245 for PSLE, she shouldn't come home."&lt;br /&gt;O.O O.O O.O O.O O.O&lt;br /&gt;Mummy says,"Ya, she shouldn't. If she gets 245, she'll get the lowest score in the whole family. Popo wouldn't talk to her for a long time and she'll feel soooo embarrassed."&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:O &gt;:O &gt;:O &gt;:O &gt;:O &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT THE HELL LA?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on talking and talking like I wasn't even there. Now I'm &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; scared. What if I really get 245 for pisslee? Shit shit shit shit shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i'm not going to ShangHai anymore. Save costs, mummy said. And she needs to do her school holiday programme anyways. I'm going for their field trips only. (: Last time we went to SnowCity. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nnnnnnnghgh... I havea swollen eye and I still feel like shit. All the way down to the bone marrows. I can't even scream into the pillows. My family will still hear and give me problems. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-467914273749545943?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/467914273749545943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=467914273749545943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/467914273749545943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/467914273749545943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-forgot-to-add-one-conversation-that.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8114950685089819452</id><published>2008-11-09T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:13:22.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parents are hogging MY iPod all to themselves, bugging me to upload all THEIR stupid songs onto MY iPod. Well, I'm not going to do it. I'm going to let them have the stupid iPod classic and I'm buying an iPod nano for MYSELF. Did I mention I hate sharing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE SCREAMING MY LUNGS OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there is no place in the world where I can scream like a lunatic and not get looked at in the face by freaking passers-by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is my favourite day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8114950685089819452?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8114950685089819452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8114950685089819452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8114950685089819452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8114950685089819452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-parents-are-hogging-my-ipod-all-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4552901928491519024</id><published>2008-11-08T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:48:50.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're wondering why I didn't post yesterday, then think no further! As I will tell you straight in your face right now. Yes, in your face, right now. What do you think, huh, huh, huh? LOL. Okay, I shall stop being lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY'S CONCERT IS FINISHED!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn tired. Slept at 2+ am then violently shaken awake by mummy at 8am. I had to fight a disastrous war against boredom for 13 hours. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was okay, since my PSP was there for me. It ran for a full 6 and a half hours then died. D: I didn't feel like reading Artemis Fowl so I took Tim's special colouring thingy and started doing it. It was so pretty. Lol. I was halfway making a master piece when Tim started scribbling all over it. And it was DESTROYED. ): But it was really fun though. Some people stared at me but who cares. I guess I haven't lost the 5-year-old in me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped and then stoned in the aircon room for Heavenknows how long and for moment there, my mind was actually blank. Haha. Which felt pretty good when I realized it. But then it wasn't blank anymore. ..... Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TESSA LIANG SU EN. You must teach me all the limewire stuff. (: And how to delete a song from an Ipod. ... I feel so damn dumb right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm freaking tired right now. I'm going to sleep now. Good night, afternoon, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and I'm going out on Tuesday with my neighbour. (: Believe it or not, this is the first time in the holidays so far I'm going out with a friend. Shows you how much I love home.  :X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4552901928491519024?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4552901928491519024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4552901928491519024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4552901928491519024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4552901928491519024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-youre-wondering-why-i-didnt-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5257998251879526953</id><published>2008-11-05T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:41:57.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I shall do MORE QUIZZES! (: This time it's the 2 quizzes Steph tagged me to do but I never really did yet. &gt;.&gt; I'm not even gonna bother about the tagging part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was the first time you ever saw the person you like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is, ..... I can't remember. ):&lt;br /&gt;What's the greatest thing that happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;I counted to 700 at dunno what AM trying to sleep but it didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather get up early or sleep late?&lt;br /&gt;Get up early. Get more 'work' done that way. :P&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;Losing to someone I hate. &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;What would you change about your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Not telling you. =.=&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather smile over a lie or cry over the truth?&lt;br /&gt;Cry over the truth&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedroom floor right now?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. o.o Floor tiles? Or in my case, wooden floor tiles.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had your hair cut?&lt;br /&gt;Some time before the scary exam.&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather be mad or sad?&lt;br /&gt;MAD. :D&lt;br /&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;I think so. Oh wait, no. I almost cried a lot of times just by watching Ghost Whisperer. Haha. xD&lt;br /&gt;Whats the best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Being on TOP. :D Don't you agree? Hee(:&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents strict?&lt;br /&gt;You have &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Name one fear you have?&lt;br /&gt;Paper cuts. Paper cuts!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the thought of marriage scare you?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not really.&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not think about that right noww. =.=&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color to wear?&lt;br /&gt;BLUE! Jeans, you see. :B&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeee(siam) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;Rotting away at the comforts of my own home. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get bored easily?&lt;br /&gt;MmHmm.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish at 12am?&lt;br /&gt;No. I predict bloody mary is going to appear in my closet at that time. That's why the closet doors are always &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;br /&gt;When you go to the beach do you swim or play out more?&lt;br /&gt;I play in the sand and build &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;imaginary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;50 feet tall&lt;/span&gt; sand castles! With &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hundreds&lt;/span&gt; of towers and flags and I even make the imaginary bulky soldiers and everything. :D&lt;br /&gt;Who's the last text message you received from?&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, telling me that she and daddy aren't coming home for dindin tonight.&lt;br /&gt;What are you freakishly obsessed with?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. Obsession arh. Nothing much really. Ghost whisperer? Harvest Moon PSP? I dunno. ._.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;My maid mop the floors. You know, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;swoosh swoooosh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT ONE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o1. The person who tagged me is?&lt;br /&gt;-Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;o2. Your relationship with her/he?&lt;br /&gt;- Friends&lt;br /&gt;o3. Your 5 impressions of her/he?&lt;br /&gt;- Smart, Algebra Professional, Sporty, Confident? Or isit just big ego. Dunno le.&lt;br /&gt;o4. The most memorable thing she/he had for you for?&lt;br /&gt;- Memorable.. =.= She beat me at almost every subject.&lt;br /&gt;o5. If she/he becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh, don't think that'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;o6. If she/he becomes your lover, things she/he has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;- Bleah&lt;br /&gt;o7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Do you really wanna know?&lt;/em&gt; :B&lt;br /&gt;o8. What is it you want to tell her/him now?&lt;br /&gt;- Tag me. Lol&lt;br /&gt;o9. Your overall impression of her/him now?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhh.. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;o10. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;- Like they do now?&lt;br /&gt;o11. The characters of yourself you love are?&lt;br /&gt;- Tall. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;o12. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;- Picasso. Or Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;o13. For people that care and likes you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;- Peace. V^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1. SarahAnn&lt;br /&gt;2. Beej&lt;br /&gt;3. Tessa&lt;br /&gt;4. Steph&lt;br /&gt;5. Dawn&lt;br /&gt;6. Uhh. Stephanie JieJie(cousin)&lt;br /&gt;7. Stanford Didi(cousin)&lt;br /&gt;8. Steffi&lt;br /&gt;9. Amanda and&lt;br /&gt;10. Benedict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o14. Who's no.6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Emm, she wants to concentrate on her studies first.&lt;br /&gt;o15. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. NO.&lt;br /&gt;o16. What is no.2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Swimming. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;o17. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;br /&gt;When school still existed.&lt;br /&gt;o18. What kind of music does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, not sure.&lt;br /&gt;o19. Does no.1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;o20. Will you woo no.3?&lt;br /&gt;I am fundamentally not interested in that.&lt;br /&gt;o21. How about no.7?&lt;br /&gt;He's my cousin. =.=&lt;br /&gt;o22. Is no. 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;Ya-huh.&lt;br /&gt;o23. What is the surname of no.5?&lt;br /&gt;Loo-eee~&lt;br /&gt;o24. What is a hobby of no.10?&lt;br /&gt;Doing weird things to get cash?&lt;br /&gt;o25. Do no.5 and no.9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other&lt;br /&gt;o26. Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;Methodist Girls' (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o27. Where does no.9 live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Australia~&lt;br /&gt;o28. What colour does no.4 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. She's taking her O's so I haven't talked to her in a while.&lt;br /&gt;o29. What is no.10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;He's oceans apart =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's do another one from Steph's blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What have you been doing recently?&lt;br /&gt;Rotting at home. Trying to improve my doodling skillzzz.&lt;br /&gt;2.Do you ever turn your cellphone off?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, But usually I forget to the messages swarm in even when I'm napping. Haha. xP&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10am today?&lt;br /&gt;I was cutting brownies in a campsite and rock climbing at the same time in dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even remember when.&lt;br /&gt;5.Believe in fate/destiny?&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fate and destiny as much as I believe in my next breath.&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life now?&lt;br /&gt;A sudden turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make a relationship complicated?&lt;br /&gt;I've never had a relationship. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from somebody else?&lt;br /&gt;Uhh. PoPo gave me her oversized mickeymouse shirt to sleep in. Is that counted?&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot. It's so long ago~ I can't watch a movie until mummy's concert ends.&lt;br /&gt;14.Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;15.Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Myself. Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;16.Do you speak languages other than english?&lt;br /&gt;Shi de.&lt;br /&gt;17.Favourite website(s)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/"&gt;www.onemanga.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;www.facebook.com&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.freetetris.org/"&gt;www.freetetris.org&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://www.adictinggames.com/"&gt;www.adictinggames.com&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;19.What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;20.What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;People are stupid to think that they can know what people think of themselves just by asking.&lt;br /&gt;21.Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;ALONE. I want to die alone. Preferably in or near some natural environment so that I can decompose and return to the Earth's soil and help the plants(at the same time helping people) even though I'm dead. Instead of being cremated and stored in some pot and put away in a cement corner, a useless, inanimate object, until judgement day arrives. =.=&lt;br /&gt;22.Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;I went to the toilet several times. And then to the kitchen to hydrate myself.&lt;br /&gt;23.What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;The number game. Or alphabet game with myself. It is rather amusing. Or Harvest Moon on my PSP.&lt;br /&gt;24 .Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sand Man.&lt;br /&gt;25.If you had to chose between a friend and a love, who will you chose?&lt;br /&gt;I'd save the love from the fire and leave the friend in the burning house. LOL. That didn't come out right.&lt;br /&gt;26.What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;27.Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;You mean,"Which primary school &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you from?"&lt;br /&gt;28.Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;. Heehee(:&lt;br /&gt;29.What emoticon do you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;:B&lt;br /&gt;30.What is your life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;31.If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home and distract myself with games and movies and whatever can help me escape from reality, even if it's for a few minutes or so.&lt;br /&gt;32.Who did you last chat with on msn today?&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to log in to MSN today. :X&lt;br /&gt;33 .Who do you admire most?&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci. And all the prodigies of the world, dead or alive.&lt;br /&gt;34 .Which month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JUNE&lt;/span&gt; baby. (:&lt;br /&gt;35.How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;BORED. Entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;36.What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;1.05 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;37.What kind of person do you think the one who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't tagged.&lt;br /&gt;38.What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;You're an idiot to think that almost everybody in the world dyes their hair. =.=&lt;br /&gt;39.Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;To pass time and make me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;40.What do you do when you're moody?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't this the same question as the 'what do you do if you're troubled' question?&lt;br /&gt;41.At which age you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Woah Woah. Too fast. Too fast.&lt;br /&gt;42.Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;The big person up North. ^ (:&lt;br /&gt;43.If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;I made a list before. But I'd probably sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;44.Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;Me, Myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;45.Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yesh. Because the Bible said so.&lt;br /&gt;46.If you have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt once that I lost the tv remote in my mummy's super messy bed, and it happened.&lt;br /&gt;47.What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;This question seems to be very popular.&lt;br /&gt;48.Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;MmHmm&lt;br /&gt;49.What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;That feeling you get when you smile.&lt;br /&gt;50.Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;DURH. Why do you think the ice caps are melting, you doofus.&lt;br /&gt;51.What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Realization&lt;br /&gt;52.You like doing quizes?&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the time being, yes.&lt;br /&gt;53.Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;Of course. In fact, he's right next to me now. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;54.Who cares for you most?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;55.What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;The future.&lt;br /&gt;56.What will you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;My bokan(wooden sword).&lt;br /&gt;57.What have you done regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;A LOT OF STUFF. Most of them happened this year though.   ._.&lt;br /&gt;58.What would you do if nobody cared for you any longer?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep and sleep and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;59.What if your boyfriend/girlfriend two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;Grab my bokan and do things. :B&lt;br /&gt;60.How do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sleepy. Useless. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5257998251879526953?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5257998251879526953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5257998251879526953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5257998251879526953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5257998251879526953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-i-shall-do-more-quizzes-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4468279592739188064</id><published>2008-11-04T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:48:14.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Double post. I shall do those surveys and post them here. Like Steph. (: Sorry, for copying if you feel angry or anything. :l I'm going to do it anyways. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"&gt;Here we go -&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;how old are you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;12&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;did you ever "run away" when you were little?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I locked myself in my room for a couple of hours once.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;how far did you get?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;A metre or two. From my dining table to my bedroom.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;do you pick your nose while driving? dont lie!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I don't drive and I don't pick my nose in the car. =.=&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;your choice: brand new car w/ no payments or brand new house w/ no payments?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Brand new house w/ no payments. (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;when you put on your socks, do you put them on in a certain order?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;MmHmm. Always right one first. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;name a childhood fear that still bothers you from time to time:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;The dark.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;mcain, obama or clinton?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;O-BA-MA.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;would you sell your soul to the devil if you could have everything you wanted for the rest of your life?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;HELL NO.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;relationship issues, keep it to yourself or tell everyone you know?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Bottle it up inside me. (:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;do you really know who you are yet?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;No.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;do you lie for a friend or tell the truth to keep your credibility?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;I lie. Most of the times when I need to.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;how many questions did you really answer honestly?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;All of them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a title="Tell the Truth" href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/view-survey.php?id=13364"&gt;Take this survey&lt;/a&gt; or other &lt;a title="MySpace Surveys" href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/"&gt;MySpace Surveys&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a title="MySpace Surveys" href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/"&gt;PimpSurveys.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Different test:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ambitious, driven by your desire to get things done. Type A personalities are characterized by their drive and intense work ethic. You are competitive; you want respect, not affection. You may become irritated when you have to wait on a line or at a red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/view-quiz.php?id=151"&gt;Are you a Type A or a Type B?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpsurveys.com/"&gt;PimpSurveys.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are imaginative, innovative, and intuitive. You enjoy reading, writing, drawing, photography, and playing or listening to music. You exhibit artistic characteristics. You may want to major in Design Arts, Communication, or Music. You may want to be an Art Therapist, Designer, or a Writer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did more but couldn't put it on blogger. :l&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever I'll go read manga online now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4468279592739188064?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4468279592739188064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4468279592739188064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4468279592739188064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4468279592739188064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/double-post.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6758251673154165696</id><published>2008-11-04T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:47:05.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 170th post! (: There's nothing special about it but, hey, it has a zero in it. So I was like,"Go for it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. Lunch comes first~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-15 minutes later-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 2pm today. (: I woke up because mummy came home early and shook me violently. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a nightmare too. The thing about nightmares for me, is that I am also RUNNING. Running away from something/someone that is going to hurt me or even kill me. Or worse. Like take me apart limb by limb and watch me bleed to death. x.x And they always repeat. Like last night's. I don't know how many freaking times I've dreamt this. &gt;:l I'm pissed now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last time, I was in an apartment. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In a cage&lt;/span&gt;. And there were other cages around me with animals in them. There was a lady in a kitchen doing something with test tubes and Oh look! My cage door wasn't locked. (: So I got out and took an owl and a rat with me and sneaked out of the apartment. I have no idea why but the pathways were so damn narrow and there was a giant pillar in the apartment that made me walk circles for quite a while before I noticed a door. =.= I sneaked out and ran down the stairs. I remember being really scared. ): I heard the lady shouting and I knew she noticed I was gone. I was so scared I jumped down the second floor and -woah- I landed safely. I ran across the carpark and jumped over the railings and onto the sidewalk. I ran and ran and then- BLACK. "Kimmmmmmm, Wake up!!!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You have no idea how relieved I was. Last night's, I remembered killing someone. ;X I pushed a lady into the sea. I think it was that wileminia woman from Ugly Betty. Huh. It was pretty though. A giant mansion - maybe even a castle - standing there. A forest with pine trees surrounding it at it's left and several huge rocks protecting it from the waves. MmHmm. It was next to a small beach. (: But the house was still surrounded by grass. And just ahead there was a little pond or lake where sea turtles lived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT there were pirates. Ha Ha. Of course there were pirates. =.= It's a nightmare after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind. I shall now post some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_6a6yXx1I/AAAAAAAAACY/MmV6NNQCKTc/s1600-h/PB020514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264701829783471954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_6a6yXx1I/AAAAAAAAACY/MmV6NNQCKTc/s320/PB020514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tim's chubby face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_6sDHFONI/AAAAAAAAACg/usbedJCZXXU/s1600-h/PB020515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264702124075595986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_6sDHFONI/AAAAAAAAACg/usbedJCZXXU/s320/PB020515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is .... retardedly gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_7GRgJ_vI/AAAAAAAAACo/IakMTyN_pA4/s1600-h/PB020516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264702574615461618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_7GRgJ_vI/AAAAAAAAACo/IakMTyN_pA4/s320/PB020516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*You have to tilt your head for this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pointed my camera at him and this was like his gut reaction. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_7nynmpJI/AAAAAAAAACw/l0enHc589iw/s1600-h/PB020517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703150440752274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_7nynmpJI/AAAAAAAAACw/l0enHc589iw/s320/PB020517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UWAAGH! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough spamming my brother's ridiculous faces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_8Is07ZvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8EJiIvrddPY/s1600-h/PB020518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264703715821709042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_8Is07ZvI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8EJiIvrddPY/s320/PB020518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lalalalala- Heehee. He looks cross-eyed xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_8t6S37EI/AAAAAAAAADA/XZxqE-KPjYw/s1600-h/PB020519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264704355092130882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_8t6S37EI/AAAAAAAAADA/XZxqE-KPjYw/s320/PB020519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cake (: I nearly had one of everything. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My latest, good doodle. It's not clear but it's the best I could do with the stupid camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_9BuRdDpI/AAAAAAAAADI/1E8zV8ZjfQw/s1600-h/PB040529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264704695462334098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_9BuRdDpI/AAAAAAAAADI/1E8zV8ZjfQw/s320/PB040529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is too long le.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6758251673154165696?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6758251673154165696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6758251673154165696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6758251673154165696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6758251673154165696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-170th-post-theres-nothing-special.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQ_6a6yXx1I/AAAAAAAAACY/MmV6NNQCKTc/s72-c/PB020514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-1063177647266545044</id><published>2008-11-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:55:22.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last two days were pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have A LOT to blog about but I just don't have the time right now. I'm watching Ghost Whisperer. :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I was forced fed part of a banana and made to drink a little sparkling ribena. Gross, I tell you. The sparkling part actually made it slightly bitter. &gt;.&lt; Longgg storyy. Which I will post in the near future. So prepare your eyes and the part of your brain that helps you to read. You're gonna need to. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22 days.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now it's back to 0. Sigh.&lt;/em&gt;                                                                                       &lt;em&gt;2nd of November. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                                 Gotta remember that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-1063177647266545044?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1063177647266545044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=1063177647266545044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1063177647266545044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/1063177647266545044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-two-days-were-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4940607636401101516</id><published>2008-10-31T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:37:55.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TRIPLE POSTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. People who have been tagged must be redo this quiz on their blogs and if they dislike the questions they may change them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag 5 people to do this quiz and they cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who has been tagged must continue to send it to more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. What do you think. &gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Well, no. I don't really support this kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy school?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, if there's something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Assuming I just found this bag of a million dollars on the ground, I would go around and play luckydraw with every person I saw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with any of your guy friends?&lt;br /&gt;You are asking me if I will fall in love with them. How the hell woould I know? I can't see into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, being loved or loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List out your 15 favourite songs.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like listing out favourites on most things. Only things I am absolutely sure of. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you liked was attatched, what would you do? &lt;br /&gt;Like only arh? Nothing. If it was stronger, I would definitely do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;Certain things that just appear out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;Bitches. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep in a University art studio. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;There someone somewhere out there. Taking that God is not just a mere person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are the most important things in life to you?&lt;br /&gt;This is such a difficult question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;RED. Wanna know why? :B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all of you into a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how I see the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fell in love with 2 persons who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I remember when we talked about this in school. I gave a straight answer: The richer one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how bad the person treats you?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. HELL, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want to tell the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Everything, I guess.   ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What kind of person would you fall in love with?&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Hmm, let see. I just thought of a whole list of characteristics and I'm not sharing them with you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people to do it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh walao. Everybody I want to do the quiz already got tagged. &gt;:l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4940607636401101516?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4940607636401101516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4940607636401101516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4940607636401101516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4940607636401101516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/triple-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8101511560903741307</id><published>2008-10-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:15:55.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM NOT GOING TO WRITE A LETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lesson was funn. She's very very nice and tolerated with my piano-playing noobness. (: She was also super busy with other kids and all(she was teaching 4 kids at once) so I had a lot of alone time which I absolutely LOVE and NEED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she and some parents were going on and on about some theory test tomorrow and I just realized it was the same as Sarah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pure theory lesson and time flew by as fast as lightning flashes. Don't believe me when I say I'm not exaggerating. I literally sat there and stared at the booklet infront of me until I understood the system of time signatures inside-out. We didn't play much cos' I took so damn long with my theory and she sort of forgot about it until the last minute. Haha. I think I am going to like piano lessons from now on. I think some unknown and incredibly strong gravitational force just caused the world to rotate in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched three movies today. (: Okay, technically two and a half cos' the bible study people are here now so I had to stop watching. :l Why do they always have to come to our house? =.= Now I have to entertain and tolerate some awkwardly 'guai' kids. The girl who wears polka-dotted dresses. -soul leaves body-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're freaking lame and I feel like jumping out of my second storey window. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out the Joe Jonas dumped Taylor Swift via PHONE. Forgive my seriously uninformed self for this late realization. He's such a jerk. &gt;:l&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8101511560903741307?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8101511560903741307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8101511560903741307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8101511560903741307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8101511560903741307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-going-to-write-letter.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3490537259110560330</id><published>2008-10-31T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T12:00:12.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY )@(@#*@$()@#!#!^&amp;amp;*@R#!%#)!^*#!@~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano lesso is today.            !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY. TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can die luhz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She seems like a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;2) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative Points:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What is this horrible feeling I have inside of me? :x&lt;br /&gt;2) I haven't played in such a long time so I'm going give her stress and feel suckish all over.&lt;br /&gt;3) I think she has some mental problem or something. She hyperventilates a little and is always looking so nervous. That kinda makes me nervous. AND she was studying ot become a performer, but why isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;4) Another thing on my list to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, last night I couldn't sleep so I started thinking of reasons why I should quit piano. I thought of typing out this WHOLE LETTER to mummy. I'm still debating with myself if I should write it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the things she will say if I asked her if I would quit and surprisingly the comebacks started to pour into my head. I thought of so many that I think mummy would be absolutely speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, of course there are risks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might feel like a dumb duck(I just thought of this phrase so don't use it in your compos of any kind). Then it would feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be impressed. And tell everything to my relatives. They might be impressed or think I'm such a freaking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She might be absolutely furious. And sentence me to piano lessons five times a week. And ground me for a month. :l Althought that wouldn't be much of a problem since I don't go out much anyways. Would it be shocking to say that mummy has only grounded me once in my entire life so far? Not that I haven't been naughty or anything. Of course I've been naughty. (: She just doesn't punish in that way, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay uhh. Drop that last subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like dying now. ByeBye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3490537259110560330?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3490537259110560330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3490537259110560330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3490537259110560330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3490537259110560330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-crap-oh-crap-oh-crap-oh-my-my-piano.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7236855586379153732</id><published>2008-10-29T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:58:56.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings, fellow brethren and sisterens - mostly sisterens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally finished downloading Perfect World the game!! Woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm happily sucking on the Gobstoppers I just bought. Tim doesn't like them. Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect world is pretty fun. But it's file is so damn BIG. You know after I finished dowloading the file, I had to extract the information and verify everything again. After that, I had to install the updates which took super long and it kept lagging so I had to restart over and over and pray that it wouldn't stop ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's finally done and it has no tutorial. Hah. That's just fantastic. I spent like 3 hours figuring out what to do and all and that was when I realized, that I could just google everything. Made me waste 3 hours of my lifespan jsut because they didn't add a damn tutorial. But I guess the googling stuff is helping a lot. And a 'friendly' player called Looloo answer most of my dumb noob-ish questions. I think I asked a damn stupid question so she didn't answer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess for the convinience of several readers(tessa), I will not post a long post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have soooooooooooo much freaking time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7236855586379153732?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7236855586379153732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7236855586379153732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7236855586379153732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7236855586379153732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/greetings-fellow-brethren-and-sisterens.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8995924071343181102</id><published>2008-10-28T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:50:44.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so damn bored. This is the 501th time I have said this. To myself, not including the few times I've said it to Sarah on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 2 hours browsing through multiple MMORPG games, hoping that I would get hooked on it for the next few weeks and play it all day long, so I wouldn't have to feel super suckish cos' there's absolutely nothing to do so it makes me think. Like looking at reality right in the face. Movies obviously don't work cos' they're only 1-2 hours and when it's done the credits totally throw axes and ninja stars in my face. And see how quickly I finished the ones I've borrowed. I got tired of my PSP games so they don't work much anymore. I've about finished Zendoku anyways. Books are sort of out of the question since I can't freaking find my Artemis Fowl book and I've already started on it and I can't read another book without finishing the one I've already started on. Like a syndrome. I hate it. The TV shows I like are now gone and I can't watch season three Ugly Betty without watching season two, let alone the damn season finale of season three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally stuck and I feel like &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;. See how I made the word brown? &lt;&lt;&lt; I am that bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm -----&gt; &lt;------ close to going phsychologically unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I picked a game and started downloading it. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon when I started. Now it's twenty minutes to 8 pm and it's only progressed how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. 53%. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; 53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;53%&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took half an hour to do that. And guess what? It's still 53%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Haha. Okay. That's it. That's it. THAT IS IT. I am going to get some nylon rope and a stool. Oooh~ What am I going to do with it? -lalala- What am I going to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go rob a bank and get myself in jail and piss off some gang chief and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll go to the jungle and provoke a big big tiger and become animal kibble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know! I'll go skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or steal a rifle from the nearest gun shop. And Heaven knows where that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm a goner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8995924071343181102?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8995924071343181102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8995924071343181102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8995924071343181102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8995924071343181102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-so-damn-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-73133538376541180</id><published>2008-10-27T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:03:19.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEAH. I FORGOT TO PUT SOMETHING ON! This is a double-post so you have to read the long post down there too! :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what I found on Facebook~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQWC0oPDhWI/AAAAAAAAACI/S3h9x3PFelc/s1600-h/p2+class+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261755580317664610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQWC0oPDhWI/AAAAAAAAACI/S3h9x3PFelc/s320/p2+class+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it too small? If it is, then you can go to Nicolette's facebook and see. Her name is Nicky Yau.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can see, it's my p2 class photo on chinese new year celebration!!! I'm at the back(of course=.=). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Chew is standing at the right and Clarissa is standing right next to her. And then -drumrolllll- It's BJ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Hasini with her 80's afro hairstyle in the middle. You can't miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tessa Oh is in there too but you can barely recognize her. And Grace Chua and Joanne and Sara and Ang and Deboarh Wee and Elizabeth Lim and Jolene Sng and some others I can't see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-lalala- Just wanted to show you guys (:&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/8429949921417787699-73133538376541180?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/73133538376541180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=73133538376541180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/73133538376541180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/73133538376541180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SQWC0oPDhWI/AAAAAAAAACI/S3h9x3PFelc/s72-c/p2+class+photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-7128014603557816171</id><published>2008-10-27T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:50:34.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched 10,000 BC and Jumper. Jumper was pretty - I don't know, slow and fast at the same time? Like the bourne identity. And I don't really like the bourne identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10,000 BC was awesome. At first, I thought there would be no dialogue like Wall-E, but surprise surprise - they knew how to speak perfect English. And there was a really good storyline. Problem after problem comes along and they add up the history stuff together althought the timing may not be exactly accurate but it seemed so real! I love it. (: And the Saber Tooth Tiger was so cute. They named the Mammoths, Mannak. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,  I broke my book reading record yet again. I read Daniel X in a day. Yes, Bj, I bought Daniel X. (: I never really liked the whole alien-advanced-civilization-starwars concept but it was really good. The alien description really gets your imagination wild. I love his power. To create. (: I want to buy the second one, which is a graphic novel, but mummy says I have to finish reading the other two books I haven't finished yet. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have read 3 books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this post is starting to become this movie/book review criticism shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get on with life, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is currently making weird animal noises. I think it's a Mammoth's call. Maybe he got influenced by 10, 000 BC. I feel like throwing my Rubik's Cube at him. He threw my super lousy quality yoyo against the wall. I didn't do anything about that much since I wanted it to break so that I can buy a better one. My previous yoyo was super nice but ConCon(=.=) broke it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY DAMN TOY THAT I REALLY LIKE IS BEING BROKEN AGAIN AND AGAIN BY FREAKING IRRITATING DUMBASS BOYS FROM HEAVEN KNOWS WHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ConCon threw my yoyo on the floor so hard it broke into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;2) Mummy's friend's boys gorged my giant fluffy teddybear's eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;3) Benedict from Australia played with my yo-stick and I don't know how but it broke.&lt;br /&gt;And many many more, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Sharing is never good. ( I have something about sharing. Me and Tim can't do it for nuts. No joy or whatsoever gained from sharing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm desperately trying to find my Artemis Fowl book and finish it so I can move on to UnLunDun and then buy my Maximum Ride: Saving the World and other Extreme Sports and Daniel X: Alien Hunter the graphic novel. If you're lost, I don't blame you. I think it's rather long-winded too so it doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the video shop again. We already finished all the movies we borrowed. Within three days. Amazing, compared to the previous time when we borrowed a ton of their CDs for about a month. Laugh Laugh Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really can't blame us since their new operating hours are so inconvenient for us. They freaking close at 8pm every week day. And weekends are all for errands which I HATE doing, by the way. Not that that changes anything, my parents don't read my blog anyway(THANK GOD, thankfully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It's been fun posting this rather long post. I would have typed more if I hadn't realized how small the scrollbar on the left has become. Shit. It just got smaller. Alright, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-7128014603557816171?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7128014603557816171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=7128014603557816171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7128014603557816171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/7128014603557816171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-hello-i-just-watched-10000-bc-and.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3863976949852858111</id><published>2008-10-26T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:33:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Tim's school concerto~ last night. It was so funny at parts. ConCon's (baby cousin. Although his size doesn't support that very much) dance was like the funniest out of all the rest. He was a duckie! And he's like the tallest of his class. He's as tall as Tim even though he's a year younger. Or maybe that's because Tim is small for his age. Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Con was so freaking cute. Just before they started dancing, he stuck his head out of the side of the stage to look for us. Then of course he found us since MaiMai was waving her hands frantically like a lunatic. =.= Then, he popped back in and then the children poured through the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First half was okay. Then suddenly, ConCon started to scratch his behind and &lt;em&gt;down there&lt;/em&gt;. LOL.  And repeated for a few times more. :x Then at another point during the dance, he felt tired at gave up. So he just stood there for a few seconds. We saw some armsof teachers waving like mad and ConCon saw so he decided to dance again. But reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's was okay. Nothing special. Just lots of broken pink umbrellas, that's all. Don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the concert, we wanted to go out and eat supper but Uncle Clement was already helping himself to the refreshments downstairs so we were like,"Whatever, let's eat here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Island Creamery! I saw so many nice drawings at the back of the place and realized that drawing was such a common talent. Sigh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PoPo was supposed to have a free ice cream but we paid before we realized. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid recession mood has totally sunken into my whole family. All they talk about is the damn recession and how we'll have to cut costs and how Iceland is now officially bankrupt and how Asia is having recession too because of the American banks giving away loans to people who have no means of paying them back. Whoops. Talked too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Did I tell you? Mummy told me I only have cold smiles and no warm smiles at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's teacher saw me and mummy, being my parent who enjoys showing off and all, told her I was only twelve. OH YEAH. Another thing I have to - have to tell you all. Later. Anyways, the teacher got a second closer look at me and whacked me on the arm quite violently and said,"How could you only be twelve??" I smiled slightly and stopped myself from twitching. She walked away and mummy told me the above line. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the other thing I needed to tell you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why popo keeps nagging at me, you know, like hunching is bad for your back, don't sit so close to the television, it's bad for your eyes, etc. It wasn't because it was for my health. It's because she loves showing off her grandchildren to other elderly folk species of her kind. And it was so that we could remain looking pretty and handsome repectively. =.= Like, to show off that her grandchildren are all smart and beautiful and what not. =.=""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang Yao Ku Kou my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: We are going to a hawker centre for dinner tonight. o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3863976949852858111?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3863976949852858111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3863976949852858111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3863976949852858111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3863976949852858111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5520663329755121495</id><published>2008-10-24T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T19:07:56.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up at 8 am!!!!! Just to follow mummy to some Community Centre and help her carry super heavy bags of costumes and props which, at the end of the day, left my hand with not one, but four blisters on each hand. I didn't even do anything at the hall. I just sat at one corner and watched how stressed the rehearsal(for her school concert) was making the grups(grownups(:) since I left my PSP in the car. I forgot to bring my spectacles along so everything was a blur, both literally and mentally. Since I was so tired and all. I scanned the whole hall and memorized who was who according to their hair styles and sizes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed how the people from the childcare and kindergarten referred to each other. &lt;em&gt;The other side&lt;/em&gt;. They didn't mean it in a skeptical way. It was just a little joke. Unless it was a mean one. :l Hmm. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like 500 eternities, we were finally in the car and off to our next destination. (: Sadly, it was not home. It was lunch. In an airconditioned german restaraunt, due to mummy's request. I had my beef goulash soup and fried potatoes and onions, so I was pretty much satisfied. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to mummy's kindergarten to drop off the hi-fi set. And also to stop to change Tim to his kindergarten(Gracefields. Tim will be damn smart next time. He has extra education!!!) costume for &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; concert rehearsal. Hmm. It's that time of season, eh? I watched as mummy slobbered his face with foundation powder and painted his lips a light red. It was really for nothing though, cos' later it got wiped off when he drank water and ate sandwhiches and his teachers redid his lips with a bright &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chilli-red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And apparently, some kids chose not to put on lipstick so it was actually an &lt;em&gt;option&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in another hall for another 10, 000 lifetimes cos' the teacher asked mummy to take care of some class while she looked after the afternoon class. ... I can't believe I have to do this again next year. And again and again for the next third of my life, thanks to mummy's children-places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all day long, there was a stupid woodpecker pecking my brain non-stop with its super strong beak, a champion boxer punching the vital organ over and over again so as to make it hit against the walls of my skull and a mini Kobe Bryant dribbling the massive bunch of grey cells against my soon-about-to-explode head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the extremely long-winded rant up there. ^ I was just trying to put as much pissed-offness into every single word as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and daddy is coming back from China tonight. I have to go out again to fetch him from who-knows-what terminal. He hasn't even told us yet. Just 7.45 on the button, he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he's been gone so often lately that I'm not even affected much by his 2 week-long absence. It just passed by so quickly that I didn't even notice. I didn't even know he was gone for 2 weeks until mummy told me. It was only supposed to be a 10 day long trip but it's become about 14. He owes me three weeks allowance, damn it! Which is ... - 60 dollars! &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized I wouldn't get anymore allowance until next year. Aw mann. No more money. Oh wait, I still get the thousand bucks popo promised me. Okay. That is, if I get 250 or above. :l Raaaah. I don't want to work for 5 hours only to get 2 dollars at the end of the day like I did last year again. Definite waste of time, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to go nag at daddy for my money now. I bet he's going to stall but that would only work for a minute or two. I wonder if he knows my blog. Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5520663329755121495?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5520663329755121495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5520663329755121495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5520663329755121495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5520663329755121495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-unbearable.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8440145173522172451</id><published>2008-10-22T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:15:39.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY. The graduation party(partay=.=) is over. It was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing songs, play 'games'(games are supposed to be fun. Not fun &gt;:l), listen to some ridiculous prize giving shit and then FOOD. Food is good (: Food was the only nice part. Although it wasn't even that tasty. I didn't eat recess or lunch so it was fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to play my PSP during the party but before I knew it, no more battery. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I did get something for going. WoofWoof the bear! (: I didn't know what sounds bears make so I decided to name it after an animal sound I did know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is baking cookies now. I was supposed to help but my eyelids were sealed shut by the time I reached home. She's already made like 5 batches I think. If you want some.... go buy it tomorrow. Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll try to bring some of my own. And share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Going. To. Sleep. Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8440145173522172451?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8440145173522172451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8440145173522172451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8440145173522172451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8440145173522172451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6756029026470120812</id><published>2008-10-19T19:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:29:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOOK AT THIS!! LOOK AT THIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this link in a chainmail, pretty good. It's super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on your speakers! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://info.org.il/irrelevant/may02-smilepop-soapbox4.swf"&gt;http://info.org.il/irrelevant/may02-smilepop-soapbox4.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke up with sores and aches all over my body. Nope, it wasn't those 'the birds are singing' (I have never heard a real bird sing before. Have you? They just seem to be squeaking their voiceboxes away) , 'the sun is shining through the glass window into your pretty bedroom' or 'aahhh. That was a nice dream' kind of mornings. It was: 'Oh it's morning. Ow. Ow. Ouch!' Awesome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to church cos' Tim seems to be pretty sick. How this has to do with church attendence, I do not know. Went out to eat lunch at Bugis Junction (I assume so because there was a poster stuck on the bottom of an escalater saying 'something something BUGIS JUNCTION something something'. I ate xiaolongbao(: So it was a good lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy dragged me along to buy some stupid Halloween costumes for her school things and it was horrible. Not only had she made me choose some stupid hat to match with some stupid suit for a boy (it sucked bad for me cos I have no sense of fashion. Well, I think so.), I had to stand in the middle of a ginormous toy store and control myself from looking at the soft toys. For if I do, there is going to be a stupid war in my mind that's probably going to kill many of my innocent braincells. Probably like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog? Bear? Oh look a giraffe! No, it's eyes are totally disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiiiiimmm! Come help me choose the costumes!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap! Look at that polar bear!! Oh damn it, it's 49.95.&lt;br /&gt;"Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"&lt;br /&gt;"Coming!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Come here and help me nowwww!!! No to all the soft toys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be followed by several hours of depression. I think I'll pass on that, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also gave me this very bad impression of toy stores. Especially Toys R us. Man, I hope I don't get sued for this. Are any of your parents/relatives police officers, lawyers or employees of Toys R Us? ;X I hope not. Well, I'm going on anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever ever want to work in a toy store as big as Toys R Us. If I have to hear the high-pitched and deafening screams and cries of little children every single workday of my life, just to earn a few hundred dollars a month, I would probably resort to a life of crime. Not to mention the strong stench of rubber everywhere I go during halloeween season. Disgusting masks and what not. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conversation just happened a few minutes ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mum, I bet I'm not allowed to skip school tomorrow huh?" -opens a can of coke-&lt;br /&gt;"Yeahh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It may seem funny but, it's actually a very very tragic story. On my vantage point, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Added: There's no school anyways. Lol. Whoops xP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6756029026470120812?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6756029026470120812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6756029026470120812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6756029026470120812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6756029026470120812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/look-at-this-look-at-this-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5166470215096934040</id><published>2008-10-18T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T18:36:32.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello (: Guess what. No. don't answer that. I'm going to tell you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy is making me have early piano lessons, whether I like it or not. She sooo agreed during December and now she's backing out of the deal! Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and somehow, mosquitoes have changed their cuisine and have settled that my blood is their favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I followed mummy to her kindergarten to see their rehearsal thing for mummy's concert. I had to go cos' mummy needs help with the props and the kids are all too young and stupid to remember what to hold. Tim is doing the background by the way. When I heard that, I thought he was going to dress as a rock or something at the back. But he just holds and waves some materials on a stick. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, I saw many many weird faces. And a down syndrome kid. Well, he was innocent. But some were really, really obnoxious. And noisy. And screachy. And disgusting. And their all too freaking friendly. Do you know how many of them stared at me when I was doodling in a corner? Especially that downie. But he's really innocent so I didn't mind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One kid named Vanessa walked up to me and stared. She's like the most obnoxious and loud and screachy and friendly among all of them. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi. My name is Vanessa."&lt;br /&gt;-Glanced at her for a second then continued doodling-"Mmm."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm six years old" -holds up 5 fingers- LOL -realizes and holds up 6-&lt;br /&gt;-realizes that she wants to make friends with me-&lt;br /&gt;-sticks her nose up and smiles-&lt;br /&gt;"Mummy! I'm thirsty!" -runs away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really scary. Ugh. Gives me the chills just thinking about it. You may think I'm really mean right now. Well, whatever. I don't really like children much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, mummy brought us to eat lunch and then said,"Eh, after this you got a piano trial." I was like, "WHAAAATT?!" &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was super busy. And she's from Indonesia. (: And she's super pro at piano. Award this, award that. First place this, first place that. Really, really good. I read the piece of paper she handed us. If she didn't look so nice, you would think that she was showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lead us to this little soundproof room with a piano and stacks of papers untidily piled up in one corner. Awesome. I'm not alone in this world. She was totally hyperventilating. Her face was like red. She told me to do sight reading first. Totally couldn't read the first notes. So we skipped that. Theory, hehe. I didn't even do the first grade. So we'll have to do grade 1 all the way to grade 5 by the end of next year. Well, at least, try to. Can't do grade 6 practical without passing grade 5 theory. Gosh, I think Bj is lost at this point. Haha. I probably can't do sight reading for nuts cos' I didn't do theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIM IS JOINING TOO! (: And he says he also wants to join violin(Which I would totally prefer to piano) and aikido. Haha. (: I warned him he would regret it but he denied it. Hoho. I can't wait to say 'I TOLD YOU SO' in his face when he grows a few years older. But then again, he might be some prodigy and pass everything with no effort. (And die early like all those other prodigies do. ;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that when mummy and daddy sms each other, they're surprisingly cute. Gosh, I can't even believe I'm saying/typing this. Mummy uses 'hehe'. O.O Daddy uses all those faces with the brackets and what not. Oh yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to run off to Shanghai for one, two weeks. (: Don't worry, I won't miss the graduation party. =.= It'll be in November. Daddy has a free apartment there from his company. These few months he'll be going to Shanghai for a few weeks. And he complained to mummy that he was dying of boredom(OMG another line which I never thought he would use) so he wants me, mummy, tim and popo to fly over there and keep him company. Sounds a little selfish but I don't care. I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an internet cable there, but no computer. So mummy is letting me bring her laptop. (: I just have to try to download messenger on to it. And I think I forgot how. Oh wells. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5166470215096934040?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5166470215096934040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5166470215096934040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5166470215096934040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5166470215096934040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-3203457187516696014</id><published>2008-10-16T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:35:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It felt good to disappear for one whole day. (: Except at one point in the evening, I forgot I was disappearing for a day and replied some messages. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother came home today, with another really nice drawing. It's really good for a 5 year old. Maybe he's slowly turning into a genius who's good at everything. Great. That's exactly what I need. Another smartass in the family. It just feels like I'm going to be overshadowed again. And he's probably going to rub it in my face when he grows older. I am never going to be the best at anything. Yeah, Yeah. &lt;em&gt;You don't need to be the best if you're good at something. &lt;/em&gt;Well, that doesn't include me. It doesn't work for me. I still feel like this kid who's trying to make it in life and actually be noticed for what she's best at but is always behind somebody else who's better. I know I should be happy for my brother, but I'm not. I'm barely happy for anyone. Except for maybe one, two people. Because I'm a selfish, spoiled brat. I feel like such a schmuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'm going to get trampled on by millions and gazillions of people who are five hundred and one times better than me in every way possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-3203457187516696014?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3203457187516696014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=3203457187516696014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3203457187516696014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/3203457187516696014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-felt-good-to-disappear-for-one-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-9128040775412096694</id><published>2008-10-13T12:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:24:17.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, I predict that this is going to be a very long post. So, if you're in any of these situations, I suggest you do not read the post. Yet. Of course. THE CATEGORIES ARE: In a rush to go out, your mom is nagging at you to eat your dinner at the table nowww, for some certain reason your life is on the line and you only have a day left to live(I swear if you waste that day on this stupid blog, I will make you die 23 hours earlier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's begin shall we? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, whole family (except daddy. Gets excused cos he's on a &lt;em&gt;business trip&lt;/em&gt;.. He's probably somewhere golfing and having fun. Damn, he owes me chocolate. AND LAST WEEK'S ALLOWANCE. Oh my gosh, I am going to MURDER him.) was forced by popo to go to my auntie's wedding &lt;em&gt;an hour early&lt;/em&gt;. For what reason? I don't know. Why I had to come along? I don't know. Why did they need me there? Wait for it - &lt;em&gt;I don't know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Before that, I followed mummy to ditch Tim at chinese class and run off to Borders. :B Lol. If you don't think that sentence was weird, read it 10 times over. Hahaha. I bought four thick thick books and went to check out the Ipod nanos. They look so freaking awesome. I asked mummy if I could have the red one and she said I can use the money from popo(hopefully, I'll really get the money and all my dreams will come true) and buy one. (: I'm not sure what's gonna happen to the Ipod classic. Hmm.. Maybe mummy will keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was forced by popo(again. Not surprising. Heh.) to go to my uncle's son's birthday dinner. I have not a clue which uncle it was but it doesn't matter. Popo always tells me what to call them beforehand. His son is called Shen! (: Damn cute, I tell you. Anyways, they brought us to a kopitiam. Lol. It was huge, though. And lots and lots of angmos were there as well, with their girlfriends of course. =.= No, sorry, let me correct that. With their Asian girlfriends with overdone makeup and probably with boob jobs as well. Okay, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food wasn't so bad but nothing special either. After that, we went over to my uncle's house and had cake. (: The cake had the chocolate crunchy ball stuffz in it like the ones from island creamery. (: So it was pretty nice. It was pretty amusing watching ShenShen(Yes, ShenShen) play "bowling". Haha. The plastic set. And hearing all the ehhing and woah-ohing was kind of funny. It didn't matter if ShenShen missed or not(and I'll let you know, he missed A LOT), everybody would say 'yaaaaayyyyyeee' anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church was okay. We had lesson in the canteen, the part with the picnic tables. (: Well, I wouldn't call it a lesson really, we didn't learn anything. Hahaha. All we did was play pick up sticks. But it was the giant version. With sticks the length of my arms. Yeah, it's long. LOL. xPxPxP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they made me take an order for McDonalds and I had no idea that we were going to eat it now. Then, when the delivery guy came, I said,"Oh." Lol. I stole a coke from some guy in my sunday school class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, where the hell is my coke? Who took my coke?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh. Oh, I think I have to go now. My mum is waiting for me." -grabs burger and runs off-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Oh and I read a 468 page novel in two days. (: I just set a new record in The Great Big Book of KimFoo's Records. (: Supposing I had one. I had broken the previous 3 day record I set last year, when I read Twilight. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PONNED SCHOOL. (: -lalalala-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read this far, you truly truly deserve a rabbit sweet. (: But I still don't have one. And even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you or I'll have a whole bunch of friends running around with kidney stones. choichoichoichoichoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you need to eat 24 rabbit sweets a day to get a freaking kidney stone. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-9128040775412096694?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9128040775412096694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=9128040775412096694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9128040775412096694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9128040775412096694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright-i-predict-that-this-is-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6992314205454505046</id><published>2008-10-12T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:34:29.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last few days have been wasted. I guess that's good, in a way. For my health? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update tomorrow. Funny funny stuff happened. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;;;;;;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ate a container full of papaya and I feel like pudding. Rotting pudding. Pudding that you would throw away just by taking a look at it. =.= Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6992314205454505046?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6992314205454505046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6992314205454505046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6992314205454505046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6992314205454505046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-few-days-have-been-wasted.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8649991386067671857</id><published>2008-10-09T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:44:42.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-lalalalala- PSLE is overr. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels weird though. Haha. I remember yesterday when I was walking home, I automatically thought of what work I had to do today. But then I realized that there wasn't any. And that I could relax. Haha(: And when I was playing computer, I usually listen carefully in case I hear the lift bell ring and mummy comes back, finding me playing the computer instead of studying. But now I don't have to. (: It's now a habit though. I keep turning my head to check if popo is gonna catch my playing, only to realize time and time again that she won't scold me even if she sees me playing. It's pretty irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird thing that happened to me yesterday was that while I was walking home, I noticed how beautiful the world look that day. LOL. Then, I couldn't help but laugh at myself for my stupid discovery and a nearby maid looked at me as if I was crazy. Haha. I felt so much like sticking my tongue out at her. But of course I didn't. Cos' it would be &lt;em&gt;rude&lt;/em&gt; to do so. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going to have a long long bath. With bubbles. (: And nobody is going to scold me for it! Oh yes, I have to search for a suitable track pants. &gt;:l This is a bad thing about going rock climbing. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GAAAAAHHHHH! ONE MORE DAY LEFT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8649991386067671857?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8649991386067671857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8649991386067671857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8649991386067671857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8649991386067671857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/lalalalala-psle-is-overr.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5126990433660001872</id><published>2008-10-07T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:55:06.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>URGHH. Chinese was shittzzzz. I got the first question wrong. Like WTF. =.= The first section and the stupid cloze passage was freaking hard. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least zuo wen was great. I only memorized the sentences for the park thing and it came out! xD HAHA. I'm happy for that. (: And I also memorized the grateful one and I could use it! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my damn cold didn't act up in the exam hall (: So I brought three packets of tissue packets for nothing. And my pocket was so freaking full for nothing. It was one big lump. -.- Nevermind. At least I feel better and I didn't need to waste time blowing my nose. Good thing too. I only had like three minutes to spare when I was done. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! IT'S THE ACADEMY IS.. !! :D Their so awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrp2FHVE8I/AAAAAAAAABY/4ouVz7Io5ag/s1600-h/TAI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254269030576231362" style="WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" height="283" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrp2FHVE8I/AAAAAAAAABY/4ouVz7Io5ag/s320/TAI.jpg" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrqSAgfJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/A-TIDKVZE9Q/s1600-h/Beckett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254269510375909314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrqSAgfJ8I/AAAAAAAAABg/A-TIDKVZE9Q/s320/Beckett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrq7RGDNNI/AAAAAAAAABw/IY0kxsp82bo/s1600-h/wilbeckett.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254270219203065042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrq7RGDNNI/AAAAAAAAABw/IY0kxsp82bo/s320/wilbeckett.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrqsuVhA9I/AAAAAAAAABo/dK-UCrgsJVo/s1600-h/wilbeckett.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrrPRdtYKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VOuJr-Ti670/s1600-h/will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254270562899681442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrrPRdtYKI/AAAAAAAAAB4/VOuJr-Ti670/s320/will.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, it seems like the lead singers always get the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raininggg. ._. Oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5126990433660001872?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5126990433660001872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5126990433660001872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5126990433660001872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5126990433660001872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/urghh.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SOrp2FHVE8I/AAAAAAAAABY/4ouVz7Io5ag/s72-c/TAI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-9028952587769819960</id><published>2008-10-06T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:19:29.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH SHIT OH SHIT!! CHINESE IS TOMORROW!!!! DIE DIE DIE DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doooooooomed for compo!!!! AAARRRGGGHHH. It's so freaking hard just to memorize some cheng yu shit and the good phrases and kai tous and jie weis. My tuition teacher says I have to write at least 2 and a half pages if I want to get high marks for it. If not my A* is out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was easy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got my last question wrong. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO MORE DAYS. TWO MORE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO MORE DAYS TO FREEDOM. And no more boring studying. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-9028952587769819960?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9028952587769819960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=9028952587769819960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9028952587769819960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/9028952587769819960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-shit-oh-shit-chinese-is-tomorrow-die.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-4734542639492572672</id><published>2008-10-05T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:20:29.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe. I found out why daddy was being so gloomy these few days. (: Cos' it's BUDGET MONTH. LOL. He hates doing the budget stuff and the company has to make him stay for longer hours. Including Saturday so that was why he wasn't home early. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, I am so lazy. I didn't study much yesterday. And the day before. And the day before the day before. It just doesn't feel right to study. This is a total change in attitude towards studying than the week just after prelims. Studying is just so BORING. I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of yesterday, it was the last day of chinese tuition for me. (: I won't ever see her again cos' she only teaches primary kids. It was actually quite sad. Even though I barely converse with her. Mann, I've been having a soft spot for teachers these few days. o.o First Mrs Quek, and now my tuition teacher. There's definitely something wrong up here -points to brain-. Hopefully, mummy won't make me join any retarded tuition centres or have a zuo wen lao shi. Of course, that is very unlikely. Cos' she sounded super serious when she talked to me about getting into a zuo wen class a few months back. But she never did make me join one. She might next year though. -cross fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha =.= I am sick. I have a super bad sore throat and I have a cough. This morning when I said good morning to daddy, I sounded like a frog. But now it's better so, haha, you don't get to hear me croak. (: I've been sucking on lozenges all day. It was super uncomfortable to sleep last night cos my throat felt like shit and I couldn't breathe or swallow properly without feeling it's pain. And I have nobody but myself to blame. ): I ate too many toffees on Friday. )): But they were soooo nice and chewy. ;X Mummy was supposed to buy some more for me but then I told her how I got the sore throat. :l Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep late and wake up early. Sleep is supposed to rest my brain and restore energy and what not, like what the psle close passage said, but hell no. What a piece of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/twShCFKU8S/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/twShCFKU8S/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/81zATn/playlist/kEUvz-pa/my_moosic_music_playlist/"&gt;My Moosic(:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-4734542639492572672?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4734542639492572672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=4734542639492572672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4734542639492572672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/4734542639492572672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-8117710922084127278</id><published>2008-10-04T15:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:36:13.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NOOO. I THINK I'M SICK AGAIN. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat feels dry and painful and I have running nose. I feel so freaking tired and I don't have an appetite. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And daddy's been coming home late nowadays. He should be home by now but he's not. It's been like this for about two weeks. :l And when he called that day he sounded pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what's going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-8117710922084127278?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8117710922084127278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=8117710922084127278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8117710922084127278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/8117710922084127278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-nooo.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-6089918665434696922</id><published>2008-10-03T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:24:06.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PSLE english today. Compo wasn't so bad. Since I actually had an idea. I wrote 2 pages and 1/4 of a line. (: Y'know that's pretty good for my standards. Sarah wrote 7 pages. ... Woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main paper I guess was considered easy. But there were a few questions here and there that I wasn't sure of. But after the paper I asked some people and most of them got same answer as me! :D So I guess that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and PoPo immediately asked me," How? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From here on out, this is chinese translated into english.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Easy(:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Popo is talking on the phone, then the person on the other end of the line asks how I thought of the paper.&lt;/em&gt; Popo says:&lt;br /&gt;"She says okay only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. She thinks so little of me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVING ON:&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for pisslee to end. But damn, I still have to go through another boring weekend. &gt;:l I was surprised today when I realized I wasn't so scared. Maybe it was the short prayer thing. I guess I only hate pisslee cos it's making my life so freaking boring right now. Mummy and Popo's non-stop nagging is driving me NUTS. Daddy is too busy working and golfing and squashplaying to nag at me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after pisslee will be GREAT. I'm gonna buy books and toys and a new phone! And a new PSP charger. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm going to study this week end. Except maybe Sunday I'll go study math. But study all already. :l Ughh. I hate it when I don't know what to do. And I also recently realized that I can't stand not doing anything productive. Not as in studying kind of productive. As in like, MY kind of productive. Like working on a big doodle, reading a thick book, trying to make a high score in a PSP game, etc. But pisslee is not letting me do any of those!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel empty. =.= Empty empty empty empty. And just plain bored. Everyday is a mundane, boring day that restarts all over again the following day. I shall call it The Boring Cycle. Science is getting to me. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAH. FIVE BLOODY DAYS MORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I'm eating Korean food tonight. :B (OH and I found out my family absolutely HATES Koreans. Racist much. Soon it'll probably grow on me too. Ah wells, not that it'll screw my life or anything.) (One more thing. Don't ask why we're eating Korean food even though we hate Koreans.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-6089918665434696922?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6089918665434696922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=6089918665434696922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6089918665434696922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/6089918665434696922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/psle-english-today.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-5625019587004165942</id><published>2008-10-02T14:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T14:37:15.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just found this pointless crap on the world wide web and it certainly made my day. (: Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.skoopy.com/misc/celebs_without_makeup/"&gt;http://media.skoopy.com/misc/celebs_without_makeup/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid. Taiwan kids. Heh. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORqdx5EYwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z9vhOqvd_Ac/s1600-h/2709946991_dc8f51f851_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252440125262291714" style="WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" height="244" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORqdx5EYwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z9vhOqvd_Ac/s320/2709946991_dc8f51f851_o.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb climb climb. Happy happy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORqzss04-I/AAAAAAAAABA/hbQqPPc3v9c/s1600-h/2709947219_c5f222b1a7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252440501825889250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORqzss04-I/AAAAAAAAABA/hbQqPPc3v9c/s320/2709947219_c5f222b1a7_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Total ownage mann. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORrSdjbJ2I/AAAAAAAAABI/HHWu-FO0_a8/s1600-h/061008161845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441030335866722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORrSdjbJ2I/AAAAAAAAABI/HHWu-FO0_a8/s320/061008161845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How save do you think this water is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind, you drink it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORrghQIjFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ft4qDo8UbZs/s1600-h/061008161836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441271846866002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORrghQIjFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ft4qDo8UbZs/s320/061008161836.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then you realize that it could have been stacked up there for days before the waitress came and served it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Hilarious shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-5625019587004165942?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5625019587004165942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=5625019587004165942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5625019587004165942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/5625019587004165942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-just-found-this-pointless-crap-on.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SORqdx5EYwI/AAAAAAAAAA4/z9vhOqvd_Ac/s72-c/2709946991_dc8f51f851_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8429949921417787699.post-2507466981310763699</id><published>2008-10-01T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:57:10.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm. Nice to know there are Anonymous people reading this boring blog. Maybe I do know you, maybe I don't. Maybe you're just some stupid stranger that likes to piss people off. Or.. a stalker I don't even know. o.o Okay whatever. It doesn't matter. Right back at'chya asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy woke me up at 9 today. =.= Well, I guess that's okay since I fell asleep at 9pm last night. LOL. 12 hours. (: Finally mann. But I did wake up in between though. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revising Man and his Environment is pretty scary. The way they tell you the mistakes and horrible outcomes one after the other. It's like constant reminding of the end of the world. Then when they reach the 3Rs, it's not really that assuring anymore. If they were trying to give us a sense of relief, total failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and uhh.. Steph. Just click the help link on the tagboard. I did that when I was bored and found out. Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to post up a new song. But I don't seem to have the time. ): In fact, I'm not even allowed to use the computer. But haha, everybody breaks the rules sometimes. I just happen to break them a lot more than others. HeeHee (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8429949921417787699-2507466981310763699?l=my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2507466981310763699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8429949921417787699&amp;postID=2507466981310763699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2507466981310763699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8429949921417787699/posts/default/2507466981310763699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-corrupted-blog.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>KimFoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06942707671952931633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yjr8dfZww6k/SKT0T_vKZxI/AAAAAAAAAAg/cyO42ipb-zs/S220/z156980977.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
