<?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-8832033839887735503</id><updated>2011-07-09T02:19:56.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynicole02</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-363174130970825997</id><published>2009-09-13T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T11:06:39.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Screwed Can You Go?</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I don't understand how people like Ris Low can get to be Miss Singapore. I'm not one to talk since I'm so physically inadequate. But how can someone be so completely bimbotic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out that I like political entanglements. It's quite amusing to see people in real life who don't know one another that well get mad at each other and shout their displeasure. I really hate that screwed bitch. And it's not Ris Low. Maybe under all that bimbotic-ness is a wonderful, nice persona that I have yet to know and appreciate. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the education system of Singapore. You say we are young but our workload is worse than an adults'...and we don't even work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-363174130970825997?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/363174130970825997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=363174130970825997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/363174130970825997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/363174130970825997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-screwed-can-you-go.html' title='How Screwed Can You Go?'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5851534044649835465</id><published>2009-05-18T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:26:23.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pliskin? What the Buck?</title><content type='html'>I don't even know if I spelled it right. Dyssidia. I don't really care anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up on custom made blog skins. I am going for the 'infringing copyright' look. I shall use the skins of other people on a sporadic basis. Was playing &lt;i&gt;Dark Cut&lt;/i&gt; 1, 2 and 3 with Edison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking hard. I didn't really get scared by the gore and stuff. I'm not squeamish. People really need to make REAL games. I pwned Edison in &lt;i&gt;Boxhead&lt;/i&gt;. Haha. Take that. You died in level 8?? I played until level 50 plus. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED WARPED INSIGHTS. I'm plenty warped but I still need more warp-ment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god WHERE DID THE RUN-ONS GO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still pining for &lt;i&gt;Sims 3&lt;/i&gt;...I need to go to that part-eh at Bugis. I swear if live through this I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw evrything (I meant to misspell that). I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoP 2 is kinda fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5851534044649835465?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5851534044649835465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5851534044649835465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5851534044649835465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5851534044649835465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/05/pliskin-what-buck.html' title='Pliskin? What the Buck?'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-4489924122160049005</id><published>2009-04-14T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:06:53.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple and Cinnamon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QI67McuGm-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QI67McuGm-I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I actually had some trouble spelling 'cinnamon'. Double n's. And I didn't die at Miss Wong's hands. She was rather nice, actually :) This song is VERY nice. So cute~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what is on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Help me because I'd like to know&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is going on&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd sing this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not get started with&lt;br /&gt;The he said she said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just doesn't go as planned (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out so simple and innocent&lt;br /&gt;So simple and innocent (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Like apple and cinnamon (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you and me were falling out of love&lt;br /&gt;And everybody used to be so envious of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;What we had was just to good, good to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness don't last that long&lt;br /&gt;What we had was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not get started with&lt;br /&gt;The he said she said&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just doesn't go as planned (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out so simple and innocent&lt;br /&gt;So simple and innocent (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Like apple and cinnamon (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you and me were falling out of love&lt;br /&gt;And everybody used to be so envious of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;What we had was just to good, good to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me, don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;You can't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;Please don't look at me, don't look at me like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you and me were falling out of love&lt;br /&gt;And everybody used to be so envious of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;What we had was just to good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out so simple and innocent&lt;br /&gt;So simple and innocent(x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;Like apple and cinnamon (x3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that you and me were falling out of love&lt;br /&gt;And everybody used to be so envious of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry like apple and cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;What we had was just to good, good to last&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-4489924122160049005?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/4489924122160049005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=4489924122160049005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4489924122160049005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4489924122160049005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/04/apple-and-cinnamon.html' title='Apple and Cinnamon'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6645996223750635789</id><published>2009-04-14T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:57:46.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Physics and E Maths</title><content type='html'>This is just like being stuck between a rock and a hard place. I don't feel like doing any physics or even glancing at maths. I want to go to sleep...but I can't let Mr Toh or Mr Loh down. They've been really nice and I'll never be able to sleep well if I don't. I should be slamming down the hood or cover or whatever it is of this laptop and then switch off the wireless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I should pull out my E Maths Book 1 and 2 as well as the physics worksheets and get down to work. But sadly, that will only be apparition of a fantasy. I'm too lazy. Plus I'm listening to &lt;i&gt;Camisado&lt;/i&gt;. God P!ATD rocks like mad hell. I wish they hadn't taken away the exclamation point. It was so cute. I'll never be as dilligent as other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may noticed I've changed my blogskin. Again. I am someone who gets bored easily. Going to entertain some elderly citizens tomorrow. It's going to be a dinner party thing. I'm going to be professional about it, even though it's not a dinner party. I wonder if my drinks will be laced with nitroglycerin or formaldehyde. &lt;i&gt;A Fever You Can't Sweat Out&lt;/i&gt; is seriously very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Hikki's newest English album too. Even though she can't seem to sing in the mainstream English pop style. She sings Japanese songs, in &lt;i&gt;English&lt;/i&gt;. They're very good of course and good for easy listening. It's going to be ten soon. I want to go to bed. GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make this skin. I found it today, and applied it. I like the style but it's not very Nicole-esque if you ask me. I'm for the overly simple, cryptic Lucida Bright messages kind of thing, if you get my drift. HC boys, I feel like slapping all of you for that stupid, stupid talk about prostrate cancer. You people are freaks. And Darren is like &lt;i&gt;be professional&lt;/i&gt; and I'm like: Do you have a deathwish? And Edison is like: I like porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like: I like-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6645996223750635789?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6645996223750635789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6645996223750635789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6645996223750635789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6645996223750635789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/04/between-physics-and-e-maths.html' title='Between Physics and E Maths'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5335833291554072854</id><published>2009-04-12T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:03:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frogs and Bats</title><content type='html'>I think it's time for a blog post. After all, I am wedged between my free time and an exam schedule. Oh not to mention that Moral Ed. presentation thing. I mean, this is like the right time for a blog post. It always has been. I see I'm making considerable progress with paragraph writing. No more one-liners for me! It'll be baby run-ons and run-ons and full paragraphs for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, back at the Nicole residence, I've been experiencing the appearances of both frogs and bats, both characteristic of witches' brews. It makes me wonder whether a witch has been swooping around of late. And the frog was like a bullfrog and it was really cute. And the bat was really cute too. Although I do wish for it to have been a vampire bat and not a fruit bat. It seems cooler that way. But not in a &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; sort of way, because &lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt; just plain sucksores. At least Sal Manella said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why in the hell would people write vampire romances?? Can't they write real stuff like historical romances? (&lt;i&gt;Ransom My Heart&lt;/i&gt; FTW!) Now those are what gets the lil' Hokage up in the morning. Literally. Don't worry if you don't get my drift. You're not supposed to. I'm supposed to sit behind this computer screen and giggle at your sheer ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a bit of shallow ranting. God, I've been deprived of it for so long. Alright here goes: I WANT THE SIMS 3!!! Glad I got that off my chest. Omg, after watching several trailers and production tours, I feel so tempted to walk into Popular or something on a hot, dusty day in June, grab the Collector's Edition and slam ninety-nine bucks onto the cashier's counter and proclaim "Boo Yah!" in a manner so heart wrenching that it drives people to tears. I mean if someone is this euphoric, you should be happy for them right? Oh and cry.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SeGBclHDHCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mu4DpFjA-pg/s1600-h/sims3-pg28-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SeGBclHDHCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mu4DpFjA-pg/s400/sims3-pg28-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323678562526632994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, there are like some problems I have to overcome, or in other words (or languages), some 挫折 that I have to overcome. The most significant being: WHERE THE HELL AM I GOING TO GET S$99?? Based on this Chinese newspaper article, I'm supposed to preservere. If I give up now, I've lost the battle. So I shan't and I'll recite this to my dad and use appropriate analogies. I'll be sure to get the game at this rate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough of that. Enough shallow ranting. I should really get started on my rant on shark finning. I think I should make my dad buy the game to fuel the Sims industry and also so he won't have the kaching to buy the shark meat he loves so much. No sharks for you dad. I'm doing a project on this. I need FAMILIAL SUPPORT. What kind of society are we living in, dare I ask, when parents are blatantly going against the very beliefs that hold their daughters' lives together. The very essence of the child, sucked out into a spiralling whirlpool of disappointment and melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read a blog that was really deep. Really! It was a blog on the philosophical nature of politics and it used all sorts of terms that I had never even heard of. It gave an in-depth explanation of Marxian theories of something like that. And here I am ranting about a game. I feel so childish. I seriously need to grow up. That's why I decided to read about the Pattaya conflict thing. I'm proud about the fact that I actually took the time to read half of the full coverage. Yes. I also happen to have read about the passage of the affable DBS CEO. Yes, I am so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really want to sleep now. English oral in two days. Will I die at Miss Wong's hands? Stay tuned kids! Oh and also, stay safe and stay in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5335833291554072854?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5335833291554072854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5335833291554072854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5335833291554072854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5335833291554072854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/04/frogs-and-bats.html' title='Frogs and Bats'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SeGBclHDHCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/mu4DpFjA-pg/s72-c/sims3-pg28-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-4250094894394036478</id><published>2009-03-09T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:37:58.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me, please</title><content type='html'>I'm losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am. I'm so damn tired every day. I'm flunking tests, I'm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say anymore. I really can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are over, but I don't feel like they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have enough creative input to type out a proper paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't spend my life listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mm Ma Ma &lt;/span&gt;by Crazy Loop&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and doing camp proposals. I can't waste my youth like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder if there's more to life than Snell's Law or potassium hydrochloride and endoplasmic reticulums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have English and Physics left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do with myself?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-4250094894394036478?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/4250094894394036478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=4250094894394036478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4250094894394036478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4250094894394036478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/03/save-me-please.html' title='Save me, please'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-556249134004925718</id><published>2009-02-14T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:35:43.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SZbkbjGdfhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VniCHwSHn9s/s1600-h/kathleen%27s+diary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SZbkbjGdfhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VniCHwSHn9s/s320/kathleen%27s+diary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302676773205278226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I posted this at 11.30pm so like, it's still Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have one lame Chinese essay left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some Physics. What the hell is up with the graphs??? DUDE, like how do you draw a graph with numbers like 0.085 to 0.408 or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was at this Chinese thing. And I took this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know Chinese and I just don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the end result was pretty much suckiness taken to whole new levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, one-liners REALLY suck. Eggs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-556249134004925718?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/556249134004925718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=556249134004925718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/556249134004925718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/556249134004925718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-overdue.html' title='Valentine Overdue'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SZbkbjGdfhI/AAAAAAAAAFU/VniCHwSHn9s/s72-c/kathleen%27s+diary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-9143899946477762299</id><published>2009-01-17T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:20:29.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(insert title here)</title><content type='html'>This is one of those days where I have zero inspiration for a title. Yes, I am that lame. Who the hell puts '(insert title here)' as a title?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Homework is piling up like some kind of...god. No synonym. I'm drying up here. I running out of material. I think I'm going to fail Chinese. Seriously. Great. Fail it in THIS year of all years. Good job you ass-holed slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep screwing up my math tests. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this year is going to be lame, cliched, full of crappy things like Chinese and some other things that I don't care to name. I feel like sleeping. This is not good apparently, because whenever I feel like this I start sleeping in class and I f*** up all my tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound like I'm PMSing. Everyone in 3S5 is PMSing. Yes, even the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recount my slobbishly idiotic adventures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a chocolate waffle. Bought some clothes. I think I bought shoes. Ate chilli crab. Didn't eat ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my life is that lame. And calorie-inundated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need relief. I'm listening to N*SYNC making weird noises. There must be a reason why they have a '*' there. Maybe I should do a meme to alleviate my pent up boredom. I don't think that made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'll just go listen to some podcasts now and ignore my homework till Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-9143899946477762299?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/9143899946477762299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=9143899946477762299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9143899946477762299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9143899946477762299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/01/insert-title-here.html' title='(insert title here)'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5390581956349068585</id><published>2009-01-01T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:34:37.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tire Of This</title><content type='html'>I tire of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this whole going-back-to-school mixed-emotion thing. It's so cliched and uncomfortable. I just want to sleep forever and ever. I want to hug my bolster and pretend it's Kakashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cuddle the puppy Pei Xuan gave me. A stupid crappy year of boredom, nonsense, stupid people and a relentless stream of work and what not. Gawd, this is the back-to-school blues talking so you can't really blame me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got camp tomorrow with the new sec ones. No more free time. No more playing DS for seven hours a day. No more watching &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; for another seven hours on each same day. No more waking up at ten something in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this sucks. Now I really don't want to go back to school. My new school books. Oh the premonition. Oh the foreboding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my predicament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just get crushed by rocks like Obito. At least Kakashi would cry over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5390581956349068585?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5390581956349068585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5390581956349068585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5390581956349068585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5390581956349068585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-tire-of-this.html' title='I Tire Of This'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5914108104200485707</id><published>2008-12-17T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:11:08.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eightieth Post Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Like, I don't have anything to write about now. I'm just updating because Asher asked me to. Been watching loads and loads &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; and now I'm watching &lt;i&gt;Naruto Shippuden&lt;/i&gt; and I must say it was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I talked to Nishan the other day and we had loads of fun talking about hot guys and theatre and Harry Potter and what not. Yes, that is what the two of us talk about over the phone. I love that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is my eightieth post anniversary so like, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not much, but still a post and stuff. Gawd what will happen when I start schooling again? I will become like stoned and boring because I am no longer brimming with ideas or clever views on the world and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I haven't finished my math because I'm too bored to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those people who watch &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt;, like go to FanFiction.net and type in 'Everybody Loves Gaara' in the search box that who have to click on to bring up. Then make sure you're searching under the &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; section. God, I hate italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then read and review. The author is whisperedthreats by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there IS Nicole Kidman and her didgeridoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5914108104200485707?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5914108104200485707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5914108104200485707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5914108104200485707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5914108104200485707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/12/eightieth-post-anniversary.html' title='Eightieth Post Anniversary'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6960073008882956521</id><published>2008-12-01T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:11:02.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holiday</title><content type='html'>I've been like doubly bored these few days. It's December. How sad. I haven't finished my maths yet. I just realised that I should I had written out mathematical statements proving that the triangles are similar/congruent instead of writing: angle-angle-angle similarity or something stupid like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from my cruise on that luxury liner &lt;i&gt;Star Virgo&lt;/i&gt;. It was fun at first but then I got a cold and I took some medicine which made me drowsy for three days straight and I kept falling asleep through lunch and dinner. I slept through the afternoons too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My accomplishments so far:&lt;br /&gt;1. Watching the tiresome fillers of &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt;. They are so boring I only manage to watch one episode because I keep getting distracted through it. Yeah, my attention span is that short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have watched all available episodes of &lt;i&gt;Naruto Abridged&lt;/i&gt;. It rocks like mad hell man. I love it! It is damn funny and I have learned a wide array of swear words. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;Everybody Loves Gaara&lt;/i&gt;. My fan fic. I have written like ten chapters to date. Sigh. I've written chapter eleven but I won't post it until I write chapter twelve which is going to be bloody long. Oh no. I'm turning into Gamabunta in &lt;i&gt;Naruto Abridged&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have finished my English and History (or more like Social Studies) homework. And my school books are being friggin' troublesome. I have had to make three plus trips to the book shop because of various reasons e.g. books not available, damaged books etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched television for seven hours straight every day. I love &lt;i&gt;Spongebob Squarepant&lt;/i&gt;. OMFG. Lee just said "I am the handsome devil of the Leaf Village." Ok never mind. &lt;i&gt;Atlantis Squarepantis&lt;/i&gt;. Ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lots of &lt;i&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/i&gt;! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do some memes some other day. I'm pretty bored. Maybe I'll throw a temper tantrum to alleviate some boredom. Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6960073008882956521?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6960073008882956521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6960073008882956521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6960073008882956521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6960073008882956521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-holiday.html' title='My Holiday'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3900263887590992125</id><published>2008-11-08T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T16:28:16.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talented People</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAgSPzCSx7c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nAgSPzCSx7c&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I hate talented people more than anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not as much as titchy midgets. But I hate talented titchy midgets more than talented people of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I will never play &lt;i&gt;Haruka Kanata&lt;/i&gt; like this. I can't even play the right hand for the first bar. I don't even know why I got the sheet music in the first place when I am so musically incompetent. I can't even play &lt;i&gt;Gaara's Childhood&lt;/i&gt; right which is the easiest song in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say a bad word now because I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I just completed season four. The Idate fillery arc is like so boring. I mean his story is so conventional. I'm a two-bit failure everyone hates. I'll never succeed. I hate myself. I'm going to give up. But I don't want to because some freaking guy believes in me. How cliched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Orochimaru's theme now and it nicely summarises how I feel. Debating is kinda fun. But I always always ALWAYS get nervous when it's my turn to take the stand and I practically just die there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back-tracking to my baseline: I am not a talented person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was a piano god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3900263887590992125?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3900263887590992125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3900263887590992125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3900263887590992125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3900263887590992125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/11/talented-people.html' title='Talented People'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5231857510275711502</id><published>2008-11-06T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:28:18.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Kill Time</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am here because my browser closed on its own for some random reason while I was watching episode 100 of &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; and I was nearly at the end of the episode and now I'm waiting for it to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm blogging to tell you readers that I'm still alive. But thirty-three people in my class probably know that, because they won't for the BBQ at my pad. But whatever. Yes, this is one of those times where I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a good opportunity to advertise my fic, but I won't because boredom makes people do strange things. I'm thinking of writing a one-shot, but alas, I have had no inspiration for the past twenty-three days. It was just my amplifiers, my exercise book, my mechanical pencil and eraser and my messy scrawls for the last twenty-three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was writing crap. I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; writing crap. But I just want to say Bindi, I love ya. Because poor poor poor Bindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall do a blogthing and not a meme today, because today is Thursday and not a Sunday and I only do Sunday memes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current number of expansion packs installed: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current expansion packs installed: &lt;i&gt;Nightlife&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Pets&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Free Time&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Apartment Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for the blogthing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; has loaded. But still...BLOGTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are the Ego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/ego.jpg" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a balanced approach to your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomly speaking, this is stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5231857510275711502?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5231857510275711502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5231857510275711502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5231857510275711502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5231857510275711502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-kill-time.html' title='To Kill Time'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7187081305877622120</id><published>2008-10-19T14:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T15:16:07.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sunday Stupid 33</title><content type='html'>Hooray. Another meme. I swear I'm addicted to these things. OK, so I've only done one of these but whatever. I finished &lt;i&gt;Time Hollow&lt;/i&gt;. Wait, did I tell you this? I forget. But it's really really good. I like those games with gameplay which revolve around a good storyline. Like &lt;i&gt;Phoenix Wright&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Apollo Justice&lt;/i&gt;. You should really try playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, meme disclaimer: I take no credit at all for this meme, except for the answers. I found this from &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt; so there. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sunday Stupid Thirty-Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I think that was yesterday. Because I was watching the oh-so-tragical-and-sweet Derek telling his past-self to take care of Kori forever. I think I feel the tears coming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yes. Nicole Kidman. I am nothing like her. I have none of her beauty or acting talents or fashion sense. I am just a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why are you so fickle when it comes to women?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite lunchmeat?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I don't know really. Chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have kids?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If you were another person would you be friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Of course! I have such a wonderful personality and I'm so perfect at everything. I would love myself! I mean I would so be a good friend to myself. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: If you're a faithful reader, then you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still have your tonsils?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Yes. I pride myself on having &lt;b&gt;zero&lt;/b&gt; operations so far. My brother doesn't though. Maybe I should ask him what it's like living without tonsils. I would write an autobiography for him: &lt;i&gt;Life Without Tonsils&lt;/i&gt;. Many people would be able to relate. But I bet they wouldn't be able to read through it completely &lt;i&gt;dry-eyed&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: This one would be a negatory. I would bungee jump to prove that I'm not a scaredy-cat (OMG DID I JUST TYPE SCAREDY-CAT?), but I wouldn't do it willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your favorite cereal?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I love cereal. But I don't get to eat it often. But I do have a favourite. I mean I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; eaten &lt;i&gt;Honey Stars&lt;/i&gt; etc so I'll say &lt;i&gt;Koko Krunch Duo&lt;/i&gt; because it's chocolatey and I like chocolate. (Did you know I've never eaten that cereal before?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No. I don't like doing that. It's troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you think you are strong enough to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Uh...um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I pretty much just eat whatever is the Flavour Of The Week because they have discounts on those. But if they are flavours like pistachio, blueberry or anything fruity or obscure, I won't eat them. But I love the conventional chocolate ice-cream too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the first thing you notice about people?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: This is a cute one. My first impression would be based on the way they act mostly. Do they have weird tics? Do they feel uncomfortable around me? What topics do they shy away from and which ones are they keen to talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Red or pink?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: RED. Because it's the colour of BLOOD. OK, just joking. I'd prefer pink. Because I am a feminist. OK this is pretty stereotypical. But pink is such a gentle and feminine colour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I can't be superficial and say 'my looks'. Because that is what bimbos do. It's true I'm not pretty but I don't care. So I guess it's my constant procrastination. I don't like procrastinating but I'm pretty much lazy to deal with most things that do not appeal wholly to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who do you mess with the most?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: That would have to be Darren. I mean seriously. That guy is like gay. And making fun of gay people is fun. He practically NEEDS a Coming Out Day. Like Sasuke and Kiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Roasted duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Voice For You by the voicers of Shikamaru and Temari. I always wanted to answer a question like this WHILE actually doing the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I can't be fully truthful about this lest misunderstandings arise. So I think it's Chi Ting. I called her at school because she wasn't at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Why aren't you married?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: You know, I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: I have no idea. It has been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you dream about last night?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Really random things that make no sense at all. So much so that I have forgotten. Permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What book are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Nothing at the moment. But I am &lt;i&gt;going&lt;/i&gt; to read &lt;i&gt;Brinsingr&lt;/i&gt; by Christopher Paolini once I get my over-excited hands on it. Radical baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Winter. Because I am in a 365-day summer zone and I want a chance to experience the the swirling white goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: None. I prefer not to have my personal space constantly invaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have any special talents?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What are they?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: "No," said Shino. OH SHINO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you watch on TV last?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Steve Irwin Collision Course. He looked so jolly and happy I almost cried. I miss the guy. Especially when he was chasing that perennie and wrestling the croc. Sigh. Classic Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What is your favorite sound?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Slicing Soundwaves! Poor Zaku. Or the Byakugan sound because it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Rolling Stones or The Beatles?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Rolling Stones. Because after to listening to The Beatles, I found their songs nonsensical and well, &lt;i&gt;old&lt;/i&gt;. Rolling Stones is old but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Most likely to respond to this meme?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: Ditto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. Today's Stupid 33. OK I'm going to choose ten people to do this meme. So if you're name's here, make sure you respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nishanthini&lt;br /&gt;2. Le Shan&lt;br /&gt;3. Dulcia&lt;br /&gt;4. Asher&lt;br /&gt;5. Linnah&lt;br /&gt;6. Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;7. Jun Xiang&lt;br /&gt;8. Chi Ting&lt;br /&gt;9. Boya&lt;br /&gt;10. Yuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering about the typed "it ends now", it's just because I'm being lame. Yes. Even &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have my lame moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;it ends now&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7187081305877622120?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7187081305877622120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7187081305877622120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7187081305877622120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7187081305877622120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-stupid-33.html' title='The Sunday Stupid 33'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7518031103783696683</id><published>2008-10-18T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T17:32:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sometimes Meme</title><content type='html'>Ok, this was from &lt;i&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/i&gt; and I acknowledge that this meme belongs to whoever created it and I give full credit to said person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the link: &lt;a href="http://sundaystealing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunday Stealing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you can go thank the person or something. So this is my second post today since I don't feel like practising any piano theories and such. So one more time, this meme ain't mine and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;The "Sometimes" Meme&lt;/u&gt;: All you have to do is finish the sentence...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just need: Sometime alone to just chill away from worldly cares. You know, watch the clouds and sleep, that kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want: To disappear into a make-believe world (did I just say &lt;i&gt;make-believe&lt;/i&gt;? OMG! I did!) like that of those ninja people or in &lt;i&gt;Time Hollow&lt;/i&gt; or just be a random Pokemon. Seriously, I'm that boring. Maybe &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt; would be fun too. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to: Lie on the floor and stare at the lights and the ceiling to contemplate life. Yes, that's me. I'm pretty old-fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all it takes: To what? I am just going to assume that I have to think up a condition by myself. Ok. So sometimes all it takes for Piplup to defeat Geodude is a well-aimed Bubble. I have to admit that that was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I picture: That Derek and Kori must be having a nice life together. They're pretty cute. Ok, less of Derek and Kori, more of me. Sometimes I picture...Ok, back to Derek and Kori because I say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish: I had an infinity of wishes so that I could wish for all of my worldly desires to come true. Yes, it's cliched, but hey, who doesn't want that? Except for non-materialistic people that is who simply desire a life of an ascetic deprived of an worldly possessions, such as a kunai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find: That being in existence is such a drag because nothing exciting or dangerous happens. I'm not one for risks and I don't know why I'm contradicting myself but whatever. Maybe I'm bipolar. I think I just heard Sox meowing. I have to cut down on playing &lt;i&gt;Time Hollow&lt;/i&gt;. OK so I've completed it. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I take: Again, I'll assume I'll have to think up a subject. Ok, this seems to be the point but whatever. Sometimes I take medical leave from school because I am sick. But I don't nowadays and I go to school even when I am sick, but hey they said SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look: At small children and think: &lt;i&gt;Whoa, midgety.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hate: Studying because it is boring and such a drag and nothing good ever comes out of it. I mean sure you get good grades and stuff but the mounting pressure of getting good grades means you can never stop studying, even during the holidays. It's like anorexia or bullimia. Once you start, you can't stop. Although that may be the slogan for addiction, you get the point. I never really study during the holidays but hey it's constantly on my mind. Like the GRADE SIX PIANO EXAMS are. I so need the Hollow Pen so I can go back in time and stop my stupid nine-year-old self from telling my parents I wanted music lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s nice: To stay at home and sleep. Oh and to have ice-cream and chocolates once you wake up. Don't forget really sweet coffee and hot chocolate. Mmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it hurts: When things don't go your way. This may sound angsty and emo-ish (GASP! I hate emo) but whatever. It's true. I the domineering dominiatrix must have everything follow a strict sequence of vicarious dictatorship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me happy: To see puppies. Any kind of animal really. Maybe except when bugs constantly bug you. Curse you Shino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s sad: When animals are killed and when perfectly good story lines turn sour. Oh and when I have writer's block. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I listen: To my mother because I am bored. And when I am not, I don't. (Don't tell her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I sleep: On the sofa. Because I am fatigued and most importantly, BORED. Which I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to watch: Random movies that my Dad watches because this is what you do when you have nothing to do. I have ALWAYS loved watching &lt;i&gt;Naruto, Spongebob Squarepants, Animal Planet, Discovery Channel&lt;/i&gt; etc etc so don't ask me why I didn't write those down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel: That life is a bunch of boring things that nobody cares about. I mean seriously, how is eating and sleeping exciting. My life is mundane X200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I rant: Because I feel like it. I mean why can't I be an Uchiha who was raised in Kirigagure and grow up to be a really strong and violent ninja who loves beating her compadres up randomly. I mean I need to throw some weight around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I never: Really think before acting (again with the random subjects blah blah blah. Ok, this is true, but cliched and random-ish). I mean when you're angry, you say mean things and you take a guilt trip all the way to the Hokage Mountain Miniature Golf Course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really: Want to be a serial killer because that is what I want so be careful of me. Yes. Oh and one of my strong points is that I don't do evil laughs. Unless you feed me a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, we have come to the end of this meme which was nonsensical in every way possible except for the cliched parts which I did not enjoy and only occurred because I randomly had an epiphany (like Lee does) at some point. It was a fruitless journey and very unfulfiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it was just a complete waste of time. Like Imedeen pills are. Wait, they aren't according to celeb endorsements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7518031103783696683?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7518031103783696683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7518031103783696683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7518031103783696683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7518031103783696683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-meme.html' title='The Sometimes Meme'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-9027078232990041835</id><published>2008-10-18T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:38:00.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>If you take a look at my tagboard, you'll notice that Linnah and Rebecca have tagged. And Linnah seems to think that I don't know that Steve Irwin was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my reputation as an animal activist that...shady? I mean of course I know the man's dead. I even watched four hours straight of &lt;i&gt;In Memory of Steve Irwin...&lt;/i&gt; and cried when he died. I even wrote a paper about his life story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I possibly &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; know about his death??? I could've even met him once and shook his hand. Ok, I'm going to sort this out scientifically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most recent post(below this one) mentioned Steve Irwin's would-be reactions. I think Linnah thought I was deluding myself or something. But I wasn't. I mean THE Steve Irwin. How could I not know? I read every newspaper article on that case man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS watch every episode of &lt;i&gt;Croc Hunter&lt;/i&gt; and now, &lt;i&gt;Bindi the Jungle Girl&lt;/i&gt;. I have &lt;i&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/i&gt; tuned in like twenty four hours a day. Ok so I've been playing &lt;i&gt;Time Hollow&lt;/i&gt;. Big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most things about Steve Irwin normal people without &lt;i&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/i&gt; would never know. But then again, alas, I am far from normal. How can the girl who knows the names of all of Australia Zoo's staff and crocodiles NOT know Steve Irwin has passed on???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one unscientific and illogical notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. At least the exams are over. But my suffering will be prolonged with what I would like to call &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Grade Six Piano Exams&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very sad. Ah, Kori and Derek are so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watching: Naruto Episode 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you 1R3 (1-20) for being so nice to me. Just remember I am not THAT old! I'm very sensitive about these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-9027078232990041835?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/9027078232990041835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=9027078232990041835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9027078232990041835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9027078232990041835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/10/misunderstanding.html' title='The Misunderstanding'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5541256987580983251</id><published>2008-08-30T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:40:09.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotion of Crocodile Meat</title><content type='html'>Honestly. Do people have nothing to do but eat crocodile/alligator meat? I mean, sure some people are bored but that means more time to be productive...right? Ok, some people don't want to be productive so they should just sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating may be enjoyable, but it depends on what you eat. Eating crocodiles is not enjoyable. To the crocodiles anyway. It's not productive at all. It's just plain mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust Mediacorp to go around PROMOTING stalls which sell croc meat. Poor Steve Irwin. What would he say? Sure, they're on farms and all but crocodiles/alligators/false ghavials happen to fall under the 'exotic meat' category (as well as 'gorgeous creatures', and even 'endangered species'). But Steve Irwin loves crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to Singapore once and praised our excellent animal care system. Imagine if on a faithful day, Steve decided to go for a walk in the vicinity of said hawker centre. He goes up to the 'ahem' stall selling the 'ahem' meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey mate. What'cha selling?" he says with a winning grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crocodile meat lor," says the glum hawker, a bit taken back by Steve's sunny disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crikey! Why're you selling that! It ain't right mate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaves Singapore in a hurry and decides not to air the episode where he visits Singapore Zoo. Foreigners will fail to realise the true ability of the Singapore Zoo and &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; patronise it, hence the Singapore would have missed out on an important source of revenue, which is to say the tourist industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This&lt;/i&gt; is called advertising. Through media (television programs, to be exact). I wish Steve really &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; gotten a bad impression of Singapore. Then the government would learn to ban the import of exotic meat. Such as sharks and stuff. But that will never happen, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal conservationists aren't held with that much respect, in this celebrity-dominated society. I'd like to say some more smart-sounding political terms but it's giving me a blank. I say whatever. So whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. How bad can society become? So we're not Communist. Big deal. We're &lt;i&gt;democratic&lt;/i&gt;. Big deal. But what about animal conservation policies? Animal abuse prevention? What can SPCA or a few voluntary organisations do? NOTHING. Maybe a little, but it's probably only a modicum, in the slightest sense. It'd probably be like, one-trillionth of a nanosecond. That's the most plausible proportion at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting my displeasure won't help. I know that. But I just like to rant and make people feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Nishan, impersonating pangolins could easily become an interesting past time of sorts. I mean, in our population of four million, only a handful would find the art of impersonating pangolins enjoyable and fufilling. Nishan, we should visit the Pangolin Impersonation Convention next week. My dad'll drive us there and we will dress up as pangolins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers say the Japs are intending to dismember some orcas. I'll crack my knuckles, write up a demonstration proposal and I'll say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Screw you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5541256987580983251?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5541256987580983251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5541256987580983251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5541256987580983251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5541256987580983251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/08/promotion-of-crocodile-meat.html' title='Promotion of Crocodile Meat'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7489571284320363914</id><published>2008-08-18T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:44:47.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Humpback Whales and Pangolins</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is one of those animal conservation-ey posts where I go into a tirade about animal abuse etc etc. Don't call me a hypocrite because of this skin baby. Just because I've acquired a liking to &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt; (specifically Kakashi Hatake), doesn't mean I'll let the Japs off for eating whales. Why, if I found out that Masashi Kishimoto ate whales, I would boycott all things &lt;i&gt;Naruto&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't let my guard down, just so you know. I'm reading the papers everyday, seeking out the smallest hint of whale abuse, specifically by the Japs. I love animals more. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now to our main subject. Humpback whales honey. According to &lt;i&gt;The Straits Times&lt;/i&gt;, humpback whales have ceased to be under-threat. That is good news indeed and I am immensely pleased to hear such joyously wonderful news. However, they still need saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go soon, so I'll make the next point shorter (regretfully). Pangolins. Their gorgeous and elusive. Don't eat them. Watch out for them. Call your local animal patrol squad. And lastly love them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7489571284320363914?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7489571284320363914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7489571284320363914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7489571284320363914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7489571284320363914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-humpback-whales-and-pangolins.html' title='Of Humpback Whales and Pangolins'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-4831047553397722669</id><published>2008-07-17T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:05:05.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Women</title><content type='html'>I was like watching &lt;i&gt;Deadly Women&lt;/i&gt; today. Oh and before that I watched a documentary about the Sahara Desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle Gunness...she's scary. Really. A true misanthropist, I can tell. She has an allure, so they say. And the Black Widows and Janie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle Gunness killed at least forty men, women and children by poisoning them with arsenic and an easily acquired poison which name I cannot remember but results in involuntary convulsions and spasms and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice Delong, criminal profiler, said that Belle enjoyed watching her lover die like that. She said that only a sadist or a cold-blooded murderer would enjoy watching someone die like that. I...kinda did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept killing and killing. There was no stopping Belle. And when her house caught fire, her three foster children perished. But not her. They found an adult female body at the scene. But the body's head was gone, and it was smaller than Belle, so she couldn't have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was Norwegian and very, very sinister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle dismembered her victims and fed them to the pigs by dumping the parts into the pig feeding trough. They said it was psychotic and inhumane and said a lot about the way she thought, the way she felt about those people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She didn't care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's creepy isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Black Widows are a crime syndicate of women in black. They are all illiterate but they kill for profit. They poison people. I think Miss Delong said something about assassination preferences in female murderers. They posion people. The Black Widows had a highly organised insurance benefit scheme and it was quite remarkable, so said retired police prosecutor (yay!). They got busted four years later and the alpha and beta got hanged side by side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Janie...it's a sad story. She was diagnosed with a terminal illness. So she killed all her relatives to send them to heaven in advance...you get the idea. But in the end, she found out she was misdiagnosed and spent forty years in custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these crimes took place a long time ago, when sanitation wasn't at its optimum so it was easy to disguise poisoning symptoms with that of TB or cholera etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched a bit of &lt;i&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/i&gt;. Man they are funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam was toiling over the head mold and Jamie found time for art. Oh gawd. That was a killer, that was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-4831047553397722669?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/4831047553397722669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=4831047553397722669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4831047553397722669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4831047553397722669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/07/deadly-women.html' title='Deadly Women'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-8618803960556680138</id><published>2008-07-12T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:40:13.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Intelligent Insights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SHitzBdLBUI/AAAAAAAAADo/31HFlqanVX0/s1600-h/gef-PhoenixEma_hobosexual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SHitzBdLBUI/AAAAAAAAADo/31HFlqanVX0/s320/gef-PhoenixEma_hobosexual.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222114860011816258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like, love this picture. Haha. My life goal is to be a prosecutor with a thing for hot hobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just pondering about old age. People say old people die of old age right? This means that the person has died of probable illness or organ failure. However, I feel that this is entirely opinion-based. How do you define old? I faintly recall from my geography textbook that an aged person is internationally defined as someone above or at the age of sixty-five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organ failure is defined as the time when one or more organs cease to function and if this organ happens to be a vital organ, then you're pushing up daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, organ failure can happen to anyone, right? Even a baby. But old people are most prone to this. Ok, I'll call them 'the elderly' now. But sixty-five...is young. See, opinion-based. Just because some old guy signs an agreement saying that all sixty-five year olds are old, doesn't mean it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Anyone can say a five-year-old is old. I mean. Five years is a long time. Oh and don't tell me that sixty-five is even longer. I mean a five-year-old toddler could die of organ failure. He's still dying of old age, or age anyway. What's all this about general life expectancy? It doesn't stick with me man. I alone cannot precede all of society's cliches. Even I, admittedly (and regretfully so), am...brainwashed. The man is keeping me down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok there. Now to the matter of the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to quotes on Nishan's blog, the demise of mankind will occur on the twenty-first of December, in the year of 2012 (or somewhere there). How sad, I will only be eighteen for like, a day. I've watched documentaries where they depict the world to end and go up in flames and end up as a pathetic pile of embers. But what if...mankind ends just like a candle goes out? You never know. I must be one of those strangelings who precede this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but as I said, you never know. And we will vanish from the face of the Earth, with no worldly desires or feelings. We will become nothing. Daddy says, at least we will get to go as a family. Sorry to crush your fantasies (although I have a feeling you actually know this), but each to his own. We won't know anything or end up in heaven with garage (if we had one anyway). Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only science could uncover the mysteries of the world. Perhaps everything is scientific. I mean based on probability, multiple occurrences are possible. As such, we must look at everything from a scientific point of view. When scientists fail to explain things, those paranormal people items come swooping in on their ghostly fleet of ships and do the ring thing (like Spongebob and Patrick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love skeptics and cynics and nihilists because they are people like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of a Home Economics project so I shall go and do it. Remember people, hobos and hippies need your love and attention, not ostracism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the 'racism' in ostracism? They're an independent race, with their own unique culture. Do not crush their gelatinous forms under your massive body weights. Give them a hug today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if they're hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be like Ema and hug a hobo today. Not to mention abandoning certain people named Darren immediately if you are associated in any way. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-8618803960556680138?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/8618803960556680138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=8618803960556680138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8618803960556680138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8618803960556680138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-intelligent-insights.html' title='My Intelligent Insights'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SHitzBdLBUI/AAAAAAAAADo/31HFlqanVX0/s72-c/gef-PhoenixEma_hobosexual.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-521996789684145142</id><published>2008-07-07T15:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:42:44.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So far</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is going to be one of those posts which I have nothing to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously thought of a few things before starting this blog post, but my short-term memory's been acting up again, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you one thing, my poor baby's been taken away from me. My baby DS. Ah well. I suppose I should take this as a sign to study harder. I've got a Chinese test tomorrow, but I've studied for it already. So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I bought my very first music album. I got Ashley Tisdale's &lt;i&gt;Headstrong&lt;/i&gt;. That sounds like a good start. Ashley looks really pretty in those shots. And her songs are like a hundred percent CLEAN. That is probably a good thing, because then I can play it out loud, as opposed to Panic! At the Disco's &lt;i&gt;A Fever You Can't Sweat Out&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keyboard is really crappy. It's so hard to type with. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing a fic called &lt;i&gt;Part Deux&lt;/i&gt;. It's some jazz about Phoenix and Franziska. I really like that. Especially when she's with hobo Phoenix. Some person said that Franziska should have recognised him. But I seriously don't think so. &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; could hardly do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, these random sevens keeps typing themselves out. It's all very taxing. I miss my baby a lot. Oh and I've uninstalled Sims 2. That means Jenny etc etc have gone out of existence. Ah well, everything was getting messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got a LOT to do for my application with CAP. And my orange drawings are so grotesque, no living person will even be able to tell the difference between my orange drawings and a discarded piece of erotic modern art no one can actually remember (yes, it's that bad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on, I am going to use Mozilla Firefox. Haha. I think I'm going to make a skin with some of those Deviant Art pictures Chi Ting sent me (what is with her obsession with A/K and P/E???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm going to officially be a prefect this Wednesday. I've still got to do my research for Home Economics. But I'm looking forward to the history debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;OBJECTION!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-521996789684145142?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/521996789684145142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=521996789684145142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/521996789684145142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/521996789684145142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-far.html' title='So far'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5605114772038537327</id><published>2008-06-16T17:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:33:21.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoenix Wright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzO2Kg3RI/AAAAAAAAADY/qnWNtrX8-P8/s1600-h/ema+young.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzO2Kg3RI/AAAAAAAAADY/qnWNtrX8-P8/s320/ema+young.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212409948878724370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzOx6c_FI/AAAAAAAAADg/bFpZnTo-bY4/s1600-h/phoenix+hobo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzOx6c_FI/AAAAAAAAADg/bFpZnTo-bY4/s320/phoenix+hobo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212409947737619538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzGNYXnqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Oa--YQiYjg/s1600-h/ema+old.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzGNYXnqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0Oa--YQiYjg/s320/ema+old.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212409800492031650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a new-found craze for the likes of Phoenix Wright and friends. So I'm going to thank Chi Ting for all the help she gave me before I found those flowchart things. Phoenix is really cute, especially when he was twenty-one and he kept sneezing. But I don't care for Dahlia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Maya. Perhaps I should write a fic about how Maya is madly in love with Phoenix and confesses, only to be turned away. Hee hee. I HATE Maya. My favourite character is Franziska von Karma, as seen here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYxUg2gM3I/AAAAAAAAADI/sp1zWznD9yw/s1600-h/franziska.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYxUg2gM3I/AAAAAAAAADI/sp1zWznD9yw/s320/franziska.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212407847213609842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is like, really good with her whip. I've finished with all my homework, so people, don't panic. I haven't seen anything that gives me 'creative insights', so expect more nonsensical posts on Phoenix Wright. And I LOVE Sokka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The moon spirit rules with compassion...and lunar goodness!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5605114772038537327?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5605114772038537327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5605114772038537327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5605114772038537327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5605114772038537327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/06/phoenix-wright.html' title='Phoenix Wright'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/SFYzO2Kg3RI/AAAAAAAAADY/qnWNtrX8-P8/s72-c/ema+young.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3825513626600517108</id><published>2008-05-31T10:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T10:32:37.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAP Seminar</title><content type='html'>Oh god. I am now officially a CAPper. That is like cool ultimatum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's an elite title not to be abused. I can't say I agree. No one can really &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; resist can they? If CAP finds this, I can kiss my chances of being a CAP councilor goodbye. And the mentorship thing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be a hundred and twenty CAPpers loading photos of their new-found friends on their blogs. Everyone except me. Maybe it because I didn't take photos. Amaris was doing loads of crazy things and she took pictures of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; smart. There they are, conversing intelligently about the very antithesis of decency or something. Whereas I, just stops and stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crawshaw is a good food I/C. Maybe except for the noodles and the spaghetti, everything was good. Gawd, he's so damn funny. And we sang this song to show our appreciation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are my Crawshaw,&lt;br /&gt;My only Crawshaw,&lt;br /&gt;You make me happy when I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;You never know man,&lt;br /&gt;How much we love you.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't take my Crawshaw away!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan asks us to spread the love. He's not a councilor, but a fellow CAPper. And there's David Aw who finds great pleasure in dancing with the aid of everyday fruits like oranges and apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowei was nice. So was Wayne. That's all I want to say about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about CAP was that there were aboslutely NO cheers. I loved that man. And I was slacking and slakcing and slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate camps when they have this pseudo, insane obsessions with cheers and campfires. Well this was a seminar but whatever. It totally sucked that I was the only Fuhuanite there. Can't my school produce quality people? Please. I already know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAP rocked man. But it made me feel inadequate. But with the rollicking (is that a word?) good time and the nice councilors, I loved it. I am now speaking perfect English after a good five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when school re-opens, I will meet my doom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo. Phoenix Wright is the name of my DS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3825513626600517108?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3825513626600517108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3825513626600517108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3825513626600517108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3825513626600517108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/05/cap-seminar.html' title='CAP Seminar'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-760116342545652681</id><published>2008-05-19T12:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:49:05.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAP</title><content type='html'>I tried changing my blogskin but it turned out an abysmal failure. Why I even wanted to change this, I don't know. So don't ask me. To tell you the truth, I just wanted a change. A breath of fresh air of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I missed the briefing thing at the MOE place at Grange Road. And this nice lady, Miss Lim called me up to graciously inform me about my hideous wrongdoing. I think I sounded pretty dumb. She told me to 'drop a line' after I received her email. And I asked, "You mean call you"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she replied in a strained voice, "No, no, I mean reply to my email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the email, I am supposed to attend a five day four night seminar and write 'a creative piece based on this year's theme of Eye On the World: Healing Silence'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And according to some other girl who attended teh briefing's blog, I'm also supposed to read a book by Jill Dawson and Suchen Christine Lee. Like I even know who they are. I know. This show of absolute ignorance is absolutely repulsive. Something's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people at CAP are going to be very smart people with IQs of 200 over and have infinitely expanded vocabulary and when asked about why they enjoy music, they will reply: A creative outlet provides a spiritual release and helps facilitate a healthy mental balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what I've read, 'healing' can be used as a verb or an adjective. If you use it as a verb, it means that silence is a bad thing, and you are doing something to correct the problem. If you use it as an adjective, you're saying that silence is a good thing and it can heal things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to use silence as a bad thing, which essentially means 'healing' will be a verb. It's going to be about North Korea. All the secrecy...it's all very hush-hush, if you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice I'm a mostly very quirky writer. Other people are brooding and philosophical. I'd like to write like Neil Humphreys. He's good. Super funny. Oh gawd, he is like totally cool. I'm going to be alone at that CAP thing, with a bunch of smart people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get snubbed and cry I tell you. Or develop a fever.&lt;br /&gt;http://for-theglove.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should visit that blog. She's a philosophical writer. She's an example of the smart CAP people. She belongs there, unlike me. I might just get wrapped up in that colourful cloth and suffocate in the Balinese or Javanese dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm selected for it or anything. I've been spending a lot of time with me DS nowadays. I haven't played Sims 2 for a long time. Darren and Romance are having a good time kissing. Poor Kaylynn. Preggers with a traitorous husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do extensive research on North Korea now. Please supposrt whatever it is I am doing on Thursday. The venue is Fuhua Secondary School form the hours of 10.30am to the hours of 4pm, with uneven and neurotic intervals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get any more work on my shoulders, I tell you, I will crack. Only without a keygen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Major Stupidity. General Nonsense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-760116342545652681?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/760116342545652681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=760116342545652681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/760116342545652681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/760116342545652681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/05/cap.html' title='CAP'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6506072259001132204</id><published>2008-05-11T14:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:46:42.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabaret-style</title><content type='html'>I apologise for any distress caused by the sexually-suggestive title of today's post. I am sure many of you have grown accustomed to the nice, wholesome way I write my posts (I assume), but today, you will now know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that Panic At The Disco is no longer making cabaret-style music and instead adopting a more oldies feel. This sucks if you ask me. What are their guitars for anyway? Plus they abandoned the '!'. I am sure many of you already know this but it's still sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished watching &lt;i&gt;Transformers&lt;/i&gt; today. I liked it. My favourite part was the holograms. Blackout was so cool. Poor Jazz. But still, Megatron has like a bloody good sense of humour. Yes, I get over-excited sometimes and I momentarily turn into a pottymouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Total Brainiac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouabrainiacquiz/brainiac-3.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You're amazingly brilliant. Some would even say genius.&lt;br /&gt;You're curious, thoughtful, analytical, and confident.&lt;br /&gt;You take on difficult subjects because you want to... not because you have to.&lt;br /&gt;No field of knowledge is too complicated or intimidating for you.&lt;br /&gt;You've got the brains to do anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;It's possible you end up doing everything you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouabrainiacquiz/"&gt;Are You a Brainiac?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, even my personality test says I'm a nerd. Gawd, what is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 72% Obsessive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howobsessiveareyouquiz/obsessive-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have obsessive thoughts, and sometimes these cross over into your daily life.&lt;br /&gt;While everyone does have a few weird rituals, you have to work to keep yours from taking over your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobsessiveareyouquiz/"&gt;How Obsessive Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How obsessive of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6506072259001132204?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6506072259001132204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6506072259001132204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6506072259001132204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6506072259001132204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/05/cabaret-style.html' title='Cabaret-style'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7777371740759922166</id><published>2008-05-09T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:01:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Whoa</title><content type='html'>Oh crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality just hit me like a blow to the cranium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skull is in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...the exams are over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7777371740759922166?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7777371740759922166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7777371740759922166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7777371740759922166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7777371740759922166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-whoa.html' title='Like Whoa'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-476870125889564140</id><published>2008-04-28T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:18:54.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blond Bears</title><content type='html'>Asher and Nishan! You two are so supportive. Haha. I think that 'Jacky' person is a spammer. Jacky is actually someonoe I know. But perhaps someone is spamming in his name. The real Jacky is a pretty nice person. But whoever is spamming, like Asher says, has no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offence taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be flunking Chinese. I had the exam today and, like Nishan says, I was hopelessly desperate. I wrote a composition about some girl who pulled me out of a canal or something. Talk about desperate. Let us not brood on the unhappy times and instead go on to blond bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT US EXPATS ARE IN THE HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of a blond bear is my bear, Beary. People will say he is golden (or possibly yellow? Oh crud, that's &lt;i&gt;disatrous&lt;/i&gt;!). But why can't he be blond. I thought of a smart-sounding testimonial the other day, but in the excitement of the pre-exam preparations, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, so much for blond bears. Let's just take this as a post that signifies that I am not dead, and still existent in this bleak and meaningless realm we call our Mother Earth (much to my despair).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-476870125889564140?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/476870125889564140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=476870125889564140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/476870125889564140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/476870125889564140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/04/blond-bears.html' title='Blond Bears'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-9123972792888676983</id><published>2008-04-11T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T14:46:33.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Kitty</title><content type='html'>Poor dead kitty. His ears were filled with congealed blood and I got a huge shock when I saw him lying there like that. It must have been animal abuse. I am 87% sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a very good book of late. It's called &lt;i&gt;Dedication&lt;/i&gt;. I didn't like the ending though. It was when Kate and Jake broke up and Kate didn't care about him any more. It was a very sweet book and I really wanted to know what happened to them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It nearly made me cry. Jake is sexy smoldering...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seemed so nice together. Kate must be very pretty to be able to date a rockstar. That's what stories are made of-smart, pretty young women who consort with sexy rockstars. I wouldn't mind my life being like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura is a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still mourning the dead kitty. &lt;i&gt;The Dark&lt;/i&gt; was lewd, but good. I haven't gotten a chance to play Sims but hey now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Grabeel is cute. No CH for me. Only HBG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made that clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn Hollis + Jake Sharpe= Undeniable sweetness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-9123972792888676983?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/9123972792888676983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=9123972792888676983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9123972792888676983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9123972792888676983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead-kitty.html' title='Dead Kitty'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2390951960545299344</id><published>2008-04-06T13:26:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T12:47:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is Purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;A picture of a purple brain&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the mind types, yours is the most idealistic.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasies are intense.&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places - or a very different life for yourself.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourmindquiz/"&gt;What Color Is Your Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's devastating I tell you, to lose a very good friend. It's very hard to go in and see his name written on a piece of heart-shaped Post-it stuck on that computer and knowing he's not on an extra-long leave. It's just sad I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mica left for Taiwan, which is sad, because she was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Xinyi for tagging and I look forward to you being my new neighbour in a few months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give award(s) to the following people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Nishan&lt;br /&gt;2. Asher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan gets the &lt;i&gt;Best Friend Award&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Award of Intellect (NG &amp;amp; DC)&lt;/i&gt; and the the &lt;i&gt;Frequent Tagger Award&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asher gets the coveted &lt;i&gt;Math Genius Award&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;Award of Intellect (Math and Science)&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;Frequent Tagger Award&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse that science test on chapter five and all confunded non-straightfoward homework in the blasted world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sugar, We're Going Down&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Bang Guo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2390951960545299344?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2390951960545299344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2390951960545299344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2390951960545299344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2390951960545299344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/04/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-8053653489893583804</id><published>2008-03-15T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:08:00.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership Camp</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to be bimbotic and recount my entire two days and one night. I was deciphering Asher's cipher the other night, but I ended up writing a Sim fic. Looks like another failed marriage for Kaylynn. Yes,I am going to make her marriage with Christopher horrid. He will have an affair with her roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kay's gonna be a Fortune Sim. I learned absolutely nothing from camp except that I am a pathetic big baby. Which I want to be. Chuan Heng was nice to me during the night walk. Made friends with Shi Ting, Jing Yong, Hui En and Benjamin Chia. His talent is shouting. That's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my earring stud the night before at the camp. And I decided to put on earsticks, to see what being a bimbo is like. For just one night. Then I threw them away the next day and put on new earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made us watch a scary movie. It was just gory. The thing about scary movies is that they are basically gore from start to end. That's why people think it's scary, because it's gruesome. Like the whale picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downloading Sims 2 custom content. I've finally decided to evetually corrupt my game. I've got a powerful computer. Any thing is possible. I couldn't get Sims 2 Free Time today. But I got a Cornetto Royale Chocoluv or whatever it's called. I spent the full twenty three minutes feasting on my sinful desert. I had a chocolate truffle cake yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it got messed up due to my carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to watch &lt;i&gt;Life With Derek&lt;/i&gt; yesterday. Ed wore the same shirt for three weeks. Just saw a download for an ice-cream palour. But it requires OFB. Which I don't have. My dad is trying to find it for me but to no avail. Nadin sent me Famous Last Words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lakeshore today and I counted the planks on the bridge. The answer is a hundred and a half. I was sprawled on the deck chair. My legs started to hurt after being exposed to UV rays for so long so I soaked them in the pool. I was enjoying the moment till the security guard yelled at me. So I jumped out and sulked on the deck chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of playing Famous Last Words loudly but I was afraid I was going to get writte off for that as well so I didn't. Hey it's my condo. I should at least be allowed to soak my UV-ravaged feet in the pool for a measly five minutes. I mean I could totally have gotten heat-stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Nicole, pity yourself. What about the security guard who was just doing his job. He must be new because only new people are so gung-ho about their jobs. His job must include yelling at strange little girls for soaking their bacterial-infested feet in the pool. My feet weren't bacterial in nature, just sawdust covered because I was playing in sawdust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are absolutely no cute, Caucasian teenage boys living in Lakeshore. I am sure of that. I saw an eleven year old. But please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? I HATE CAMPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do everything by myself, which I do not enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ties that Bind. &lt;i&gt;Lee&lt;/i&gt; was an impactful story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-8053653489893583804?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/8053653489893583804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=8053653489893583804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8053653489893583804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8053653489893583804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/03/leadership-camp.html' title='Leadership Camp'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2536655583126286812</id><published>2008-03-12T12:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:51:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: The Water Horse</title><content type='html'>I love this MCR skin. Gerard looks so hot. Anyway, went to Dulcia's house yesterday. It was alright. Her mom ordered KFC but I restrained myself, and ate the chicken rice I brought instead because I have a bloody cough. Am writing a five-page testimonial on whale rights (again). It's very dull work. Because I am simply not in the mood. That's why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start on the review shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me I'm not in the mood for that either?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll talk about the new &lt;i&gt;Sims 2 Free Time&lt;/i&gt; expansion pack. You bloody bet I'm going to get it. Seems cool. Especially after I saw that picture of Angela cheating on Dustin with the Grunts. See, Dustin deserves the all-faithful Jenny. She would &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; cheat on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There that perfidious Angela is! Flirting with General Buzz Grunt's kid! (How he came to Pleasantview, I have no idea). Maybe it isn't a Grunt. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. &lt;i&gt;The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep&lt;/i&gt;, is no kiddy movie. It's adorably subtle, testing on oft-used concepts like courage and bravery and love. This movie actually portrays these things so-called 'correctly'. The reactions and what-not are immensely life-like. Crusoe was sweet. He was a smart Water Horse. Lewis Broywman seemed like a nice, fatherly character. Kirstie is not like any older sister. She actually cares for Angus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne MacMarrow is kind of well, flustered at some point. The storyline is very simple: boy finds egg, egg hatches, secrecy and adventure etc etc. But this is good, because the movie makers have managed to appropriately embellish the story, at all the right points to move the all-too vague hearts of adults and children alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one movie that made me feel. Which means it is a good movie because I only respond significantly to good movies. I am a very stringent critic. I'm sure the movie makers got the desired effect. There were parts which made me grip my seat in terror, thinking about what was happening to Crusoe and what was happening to Angus. Angus is a very nice kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to Churchill...did Crusoe eat him? I hope not, but I can't say he didn't deserve it. Churchill is the military cook's bulldog. The military cook has a thing for the MacMarrow's cook, Gracie. They were sweet together. Kirstie was shocked at Gracie's nerve. I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Crusoe. If I could watch it another time, I would. But things aren't always as good as the first time you experience them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am against genetic engineering. &lt;i&gt;Superhumans&lt;/i&gt; was an informative documentary. CURSE YOU BRUCE LAHN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Iceman. The Synthesiser. The Human Calculator. The Blind Painter. Mr. Immortality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRUCE LAHN=JAPANESE=I HATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice this post had irrelevant bits in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2536655583126286812?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2536655583126286812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2536655583126286812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2536655583126286812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2536655583126286812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie-review-water-horse.html' title='Movie Review: The Water Horse'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3721492647843857945</id><published>2008-03-09T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T12:05:30.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Water Horse</title><content type='html'>This movie left me inspired and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Crusoe and Angus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spiderman 3&lt;/i&gt; left me vindictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will give you full review some other time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3721492647843857945?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3721492647843857945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3721492647843857945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3721492647843857945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3721492647843857945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/03/water-horse.html' title='The Water Horse'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5758842422544434143</id><published>2008-03-08T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:10:06.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Things</title><content type='html'>As always, I was brushing my teeth when I thought of a lot of things to type here. But when I actually get down to typing, all my brilliant ideas disappear. I have this goddamn cough that won't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's stupid I tell you. And everyone stares, which could be the only good thing that comes out of it. I'm weird. Now I remember one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop defaming bimbos. Well, bimbos, as conventionally boring and annoying as they are, are still a type of people. Only people don't seem to think bimbos are annoying or boring. They think that bimbos are the pinnacle of popularity or something and eventually indulge in skirt-folding, too-long fringes, boy-whining, multiple piercings, ankle socks and 'acting cute'. It's disgusting I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am going to play Sims tonight. I'll build a life for Kaylynn and Kendra. How fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great minds have been ruined by bimbotic influences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan uses 'bimbotic'. I never really thought 'bimbotic' as a word, but since she uses it, I might as well use it. Because unlike me, Nishan is very smart with REAL opinions and freakishly clever retorts and algorithms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I used algorithms. I guess it's a nice word. I was watching &lt;i&gt;Bindi the Jungle Girl&lt;/i&gt; today. I watched the full half-hour. Bindi was really cute and she explained everything really well. I felt sad when I saw Steve frolicking with them gorillas and orang-utans. Did you know orang-utans are &lt;i&gt;ticklish&lt;/i&gt;? Bindi has a team of dancers called the Crocmen. Now my ambition is to be a Crocman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe as the mascot or something. I'm sure they'd be glad to have a weirdo prancing around in an alligator costume. The Crocmen have the potential to be a professional quartet. They sing and dance really well. Haha. They seem like nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched &lt;i&gt;High School Musical 2: What's What Edition&lt;/i&gt; yesterday night. I uncovered a myriad of facts about High School Musical 2. Like the fact that the High School Musical actors do all sorts of weird stuff behind scenes. Did you know that Vanessa's tongue was electric blue because she kept eating blue candies? Or that the shoes Zac wore &lt;i&gt;weren't&lt;/i&gt; really Italian. It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finished half of my homework. This may seem to be a large accomplishment, but it's not, because I'm sure I won't be able to finish by today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going to watch that show about the Water Horse. Seems like a cute show. Bah, bimbotic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered: I HATE THE NAKED BROTHERS' BAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosalina is very pretty, but she so does not deserve to be sexually harrassed by two inexperienced, materialistic and effectively filthy boys. If you like that kind of thing, then you are sick and indecent. Even more than me. Which is saying soomething, because I am VERY sick and indecent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus they stole &lt;i&gt;Drake and Josh&lt;/i&gt;. And they replaced &lt;i&gt;Life with Derek&lt;/i&gt; with &lt;i&gt;Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide&lt;/i&gt;. I guess that's ok. But I will never get to see Michael Seater again. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull yourself together. No more Nickbeats too. The Naked Brothers' Band is taking away everything I ever loved. WHY WHY WHY? Don't they have enough publicity? Now I have to watch &lt;i&gt;My Own&lt;/i&gt; (last week was Adam Levine of Maroon 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded inTeenimator ver. 1.7. I found SimOasis. The site owner was mean!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5758842422544434143?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5758842422544434143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5758842422544434143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5758842422544434143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5758842422544434143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-things.html' title='Strange Things'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2242464397116391817</id><published>2008-03-01T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:32:04.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We see Rose and Jake standing in a snow-blanketed field, snow falling on them, lightly dusting their clothes. The ultimatum of a innocent romance scene. They are building a snow man. "Aw, he's got your eyes!" says Rose. "He's got your mouth!" says Jake, rather cluelessly, I feel. "But I don't know where he got that nose from," remarks Rose.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to put for the title, so I just put hippies. It's a random topic I shall write about. I feel hippies are generally very cool people who indulge in balancing their shakras and getting typhoid shots and such. My dad says they are rebels without a cause. I feel that by extending the normalities of society beyond a certain point, it is a show of originality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except when they do drugs. Then that is not cool. hat's cool is behaving in strange ways, like singing &lt;i&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;/i&gt; in the middle of the canteen (how I long to say &lt;i&gt;cafeteria&lt;/i&gt;). Not that I did. It's just something I'm likely to do. Oh and talking to animals on TV and in the newspapers. That, I did. Animal activist-hippies are the coolest and weirdos, that's why when I grow up, I will include 'animal activist-hippie' in my list of multiple aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a bit of &lt;i&gt;Crocodile Hunter&lt;/i&gt; today. It was about Steve, Terri, Bindi and Bob. Mom said she felt sorry for those kids. I felt say, watching how happy they were. They were laughing and talking so happily to each other, I actually got tears in my eyes for a moment. Poor poor poor Bob and Bindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Steve. That's why I wrote a descriptive composition on him. I only got 24/30. I should have gotten more! I poured my soul into that figurative 340 words. Figurative because it is just an estimate and I like figurative things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find 'stuff' a very bimbo-ish word. This is because bimbos say this so that people think they're hip, because it's American. But Nishan is free to use it because she is a very cool person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that emos are incredibly dumb people. Sitting around, feeling sorry for themselves and slashing themselves. That's stupid. They want to feel pain and yadda yadda yadda. Their lives are fraught with misery blah blah blah. That's incredibly stupid. Can people in Nigeria or Ethiopia be emo? Obviously not. Because they don't have the money. They spend half their days worrying about the next meal or if Father or Mother's gonna die of tubercolosis or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wanna survive, but emos want to die. It's so desperately dumb. It's an act of self-pity. They think the whole world should feel sorry for them because their boyfriends rejected them and some other trivial problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emos= Total idiots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then their parents start blaming each other because thir Precious Baby turns out this way. I feel that people are emo because it is a trend. How dumb is that? You know what my mom suggested? She said instead of cutting themselves all the time, you should cut off your hair. Cool. Don't tell me emos want to look good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or they should contrbute every waking moment into their studies because studying seven hours straight is painful. More painful than knives. Then emos would be scholars and I would be emo too, because emo people are smart people. Nishan thinks emo is a cheap imitation of goths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goths are people who like black, red and make-up and punk music and excessive piercings. Goths are very smart people who are interested in politics and environmentalism. I'm just a Polly-preppy pants. But hey, I'm sure I'm a goth at heart. This subject was discussed with Nishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The response was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172686919317405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R8kTWNg5PgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w4SouCkLBs0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what the Japanese do to whales. I feel that by showing the general public this gruesome and gory picture, I am educating them about the tyrannical Japanese who are cruel and violent and indulge in things like sex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is purely educational. I love whales. I admit this is propaganda. But propaganda means: &lt;i&gt;ideas or information shared with the general public to influence the opinion of aforementioned general public.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore, my use of &lt;em&gt;propaganda&lt;/em&gt; is not wrong. But the f Japs are. I'm sure you know what f means. f the Japs.  f the Japs. I'm not using proper grammar any more. Yes, I'm crazy and mentally-defunct. f the Japs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2242464397116391817?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2242464397116391817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2242464397116391817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2242464397116391817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2242464397116391817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/03/hippies.html' title='Hippies'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R8kTWNg5PgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/w4SouCkLBs0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6161570408210325896</id><published>2008-02-15T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:00:10.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day makes singles like me feel inadequate. Not that I don't have enough Sims 2 expansion packs, it is just because I have no one who will gladly splurge five-hundred to five-thousand dollars on me. Not even my dad would be so extravagant. I'm supposed to be searching for articles on global pollution and stuff, only I'm not because I am busy typing into my intellectual journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aizhen found my blog without me even telling her which is amazing. She is in a sports and uniform group CCA and I am in Webpage Design. I am supposed to be the one who is good in computers and Internet and stuff. I am a failure I tell you, a failure. Aizhen is truly brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;i&gt;My Own&lt;/i&gt; the other day. It was on MTV. Nishan says MTV is a disgraceful excuse for a channel but I was just channel-stuck so I watched it. It was about this girl who was like obsessed about Dave Grohl. I believe he is a band member from Foo Fighters or something. So they helped her find the next best thing, her very own Dave Grohl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were six guys who were 'auditioning' to be her personal Dave Grohl (like Marilyn Manson's &lt;i&gt;Your Personal Jesus&lt;/i&gt;) and I only remebered three of them (who were the finalists). They were Shawn, Mason and James. I thought Shawn was the smoothest, Mason the geekiest and James was kinda rock-star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a prank call. The two idiots were dumb enough were stupid enough to use their cells. I am going to report them. I am. I will. I've taken to watching &lt;i&gt;Life With Derek&lt;/i&gt;. Michael Seater is HOT. Well, I have to go. Got lots to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I will finish all my homework by today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6161570408210325896?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6161570408210325896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6161570408210325896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6161570408210325896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6161570408210325896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/02/post-valentines-day.html' title='Post-Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1700397474513934016</id><published>2008-02-06T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:06:15.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossword Puzzles</title><content type='html'>I finally made a LiveJournal account. I'm still not sure which skin I'm gonna pick for it. I may just switch again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing lots of crossword puzzles lately. I do about four to ten on average. It's mindless I tell you. You just keep staring at all those words and scan for them. Seriously,it makes you more observant. There was once when I did lots and lots of crosswords and I spotted thirty bucks which I picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Broadway the other day. Actually yesterday and there were lots of UWC students lunching there. And I saw this really, really hot American guy. And his friends said stuff like "Whoa whoa whoa!" and "Lookin' good!" But they all had bad cases of helmet hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to clarify something. I don't have a Chateau brace. I've got a &lt;i&gt;Cheneau&lt;/i&gt; brace. A chateau is some sort of holiday resort and only in my dreams will I have a private chateau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the Pokemon Diamond/Pearl guidebook. It's nice. I guess. I'm a trainee prefect now. It's kinda strange, having to go for a grooming check every single day. But misery loves company and Aijing's the company. She's got that business edition Sony Ericsson phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a Sony Ericsson phone I liked, but the price was like $998 or something and when I told my Dad, he said, "What do you want? My life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to thrust into a world of over-priced phones? OH and Mr Ben Lim came back today. Only got a glimpse of him though. I'd liked to have returned him his little orange book that I have grown to love and purchased my own little orange copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting puppy-crazy. I so badly want a puppy. I don't know why. I just want one terribly. Terribly, I tell you. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, this post is so &lt;i&gt;bimbo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1700397474513934016?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1700397474513934016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1700397474513934016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1700397474513934016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1700397474513934016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/02/crossword-puzzles.html' title='Crossword Puzzles'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1387310863146153641</id><published>2008-01-21T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:22:13.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.W.A.T</title><content type='html'>I watched a DS channel documentary yesterday or something. It was really cool. and it was about guns. There was one that could shoot around corners. I don't think many people understand how fascinating this is. There was one where you can shoot a million bullets at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the practicality of such a device. I don't see the use of it in a small gun fight. Maybe in a battlion or a war. With a million SmartBullets. YAY. That would be PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to editing my stories because one of them was ripped of Wikipedia and even though it has undergone editing, I still feel pretty guilty. Roxie Sharpe is gorgeous. I should make Kendra Highway look more like her to attract Beau Broke. Got lots of plans for my Sims. They'll go crazy in there. I HATE Jonah Powers. Edwin Sharpe is no dork. Well, he looks dorky and likes a dorky girl but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of lot of stuff to say in my head yesterday and I wrote pretty good songs. But I've forgotten all of them after one night. I'm using a spare phone to curb my addiction of Quardropop. Go The Cheerleader. You truly are a whale-savin' super hero. Those Japs are just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't pay attention at all in my CE class. It was SO boring. I could hardly understand. Because of my under-developed skills in the fields of Chinese of course. So I just took out my foolscap and wrote my screenplay. It was WAY interesting. Mr Lee and Mr Lee. Lee and Lee. Science and Literature were da bomb. Most would say they were boring beyond belief but I found them to be extremely fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love protons. But electrons sound cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they invented a gun that can shoot two bullets at different times? One to create a distraction. You could just stuff something in and the other one will be loaded with a SmartBullet. Genius! Just wait till S.W.A.T gets a hold of this website. They'll be like: OMSC. I NEED to have those blueprints. And I'll be like: Sorry, but I have a Geography test on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my portfolio. Nishan. I love ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1387310863146153641?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1387310863146153641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1387310863146153641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1387310863146153641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1387310863146153641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/01/swat.html' title='S.W.A.T'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6679553716661880952</id><published>2008-01-18T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T19:57:56.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kathleen Teller</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of Sims fics lately. I've decided to use 'fic' instead of 'fiction'. I don't know why. First, it's a lot shorter and secondly, I like pronouncing it this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY. Nishan re-opened her blog. She is really so smart. She's smart as in Discovery Channel-smart, not book-smart. I prefer to be DC and NG-smart. I feel stupid. I wanted to change my blog's URL to cynicole.blogspot.com or something, but there was this PERSON who was using it. So I'm stuck playing second banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cynicole02. That is so dumb. I'm crushed, you know that. Shinan sent me this prank message. It was really stupid. Hear that Shinan? I'm not afraid to say it. If you can humiliate me, I can humiliate you. I'm not the kind of girl you want to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I don't wear combat boots. I wish I did. I could, if my school didn't have this CRAPPY mandatory dress code. Oh wait-it's Singapore. I can only dream of studying in an American institution, with lockers you can decorate and classrooms that you have to move to and HOMEROOM. Oh and term papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Yeah, whatever. Instead I have to be stuck with forty other people who don't know what a moa is. I'm not saying you people are dumb. All of you are WAY talented than I am. I'm saying that the moa deserves some more recognition. So does DC and NG. Kathleen Teller and Conner Sidewalk. They're the characters of my play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Nishan. She knows. Haha. Well my homework isn't done. And camp was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6679553716661880952?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6679553716661880952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6679553716661880952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6679553716661880952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6679553716661880952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/01/kathleen-teller.html' title='Kathleen Teller'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-326881077991833939</id><published>2008-01-01T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T14:05:40.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crummy New Year</title><content type='html'>I watched Singapore's &lt;em&gt;Countdown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little of it anyway. All I have to say is that it majorly sucked. Majorly is not a word but in my books, it is. I mean why did the hostesses dress like that. All the dresses were micro-mini. Like call-girls. And the shorts were well, the size of postage stamps. One word: &lt;em&gt;sleazy&lt;/em&gt;. And they were singing Linkin Park and Timbaland. I was like WTF??? Timbaland? New Year? What is happening ot our society. What happened to good year, good cheer? So the theme for the new year is: dress like a bar hostess so that you will be noticed? And the guy who was singing Lin kin Park is fully a flicker. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched America's &lt;em&gt;Countdown&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;COOL. It was truly beautiful. There were fireworks and everyone was cheering so happily. Plus the singers were really good. They were singing those kind of country sentimental rock or something. It was really, really nice. I mean none of the people dressed as bar hostesses or sang rock songs and techno songs. It was too cold to anyway. And the sang &lt;em&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/em&gt;. It brought tears to my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More came when I realised that I'm a Singaporean. Only these tears were tears of sadness and discontent. I am disgruntled. What happened tp the nation Lee Kuan Yew so lovingly moulded in his hands, working his fingers to the bone? Hello??? Look at the situation in Pakistan. People are dressing like flickers when Benazir Bhutto was assassinated??? I'm sorry, but I find the entire rape and destruction of a nation much more interesting than flickers singing Linkin Park. Besides, Pakistan is being thrust into civil war. CIVIL WAR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you should see how Jenny Highway looks like now that she's a teenager. She is gorgeous and dating Dustin Broke. Who is uber hot anyway. They had a Dream Date together. AND I DIDN'T USE A SINGLE CHEAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150383833628643714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3nWzwxZkYI/AAAAAAAAACs/q250h3PC37I/s320/thumbnail_142919e4_b4856cbd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'll get a picture of Dustin and Jenny somehow. Perhaps some other time. They are so cute together. I bet Jenny's better for him than Angela and her rebel of a sister ever was.&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/8832033839887735503-326881077991833939?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/326881077991833939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=326881077991833939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/326881077991833939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/326881077991833939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2008/01/crummy-new-year.html' title='The Crummy New Year'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3nWzwxZkYI/AAAAAAAAACs/q250h3PC37I/s72-c/thumbnail_142919e4_b4856cbd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1142575876317400755</id><published>2007-12-27T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T20:03:49.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Study of Zoology</title><content type='html'>Hey I just got back from the zoo today. My legs are aching. It was a nice visit, except for the fact that all the midgets who went there don't even know what Animal Planet is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well they should. Any way, here are some pictures of the gorgeous animals I saw at the zoo. I wish there had been a black mamba or a dolphin though. That would've showed those Japanese tourists. But I did get to see a sea lion and feed a few BEAUTIFUL manatees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148618215522930978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OQ_QxZkSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZL8PbSKTt4g/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the babirusas. I really like them. They're cool, especially the fact that their tusks grow into their skulls. But the ones at the zoo don't have that yet. It was disappointing. But at least they spared the animals a lot of pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148616196888301842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OPJwxZkRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pQkSfKVzjQc/s320/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are the lovely white tigers. I kept telling them to work it as I took pictures of them. People started staring at me. But I didn't care. I just love them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148615874765754626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OO3AxZkQI/AAAAAAAAABs/O-811Rp5IMk/s320/09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know you can't really see, but these are jaguars. The one at the front is any way. The one at the back is a panther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148615681492226290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OOrwxZkPI/AAAAAAAAABk/hJ6JPsdncMM/s320/06.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a puma. They were really aggressive, yowling at me the whole time. They looked really unhappy in the zoo. Well, their exhibit isn't THAT nice anyway. They fully should get exhibits like the polar bears. They're not star attractions, but they still should be treated equally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148614539030925538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3ONpQxZkOI/AAAAAAAAABc/ql9LKOtyCkc/s320/05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's a meerkat! Aww! I only saw one though. I thought meerkats lived in colonies. Perhaps his family was hiding. He was the only brave one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148614470311448786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3ONlQxZkNI/AAAAAAAAABU/JcGkuLhm6bQ/s320/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This cheetah was walking all the way towards us. I could see that he was curious. He could be a she for all I know. I seriously think she is. Isn't she pretty? Cheetahs are one of my favourite animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148614319987593410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3ONcgxZkMI/AAAAAAAAABM/PQG82yOlGkw/s320/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are the rhinos! I've really got to run and I'll just say that they're gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148610140984414338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OJpQxZkII/AAAAAAAAAAs/eN7EexkLbX0/s320/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture of Carlos, the sleek Californian sea lion. He seems to be a good kisser. He's really cute, even cuter than the guy who acted as George Weasley and the guy who acted as Derek in &lt;em&gt;Life With Derek&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148610939848331410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OKXwxZkJI/AAAAAAAAAA0/duyRqZ5ymbg/s320/DSCF0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Inuka, a polar bear. Isn't he cute? Almost as cute as Carlos. Trust me, he's really REALLY big. He and his mom Sheba were just kicking back under the sun. They seem content. I really should start giving the Singapore Zoo more credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148618876947894578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3ORlwxZkTI/AAAAAAAAACE/IS2-yjWCVBg/s320/13.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The manatees! I fed them cooked vegetables. They were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148613727282106530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OM6AxZkKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/VtEdcfR4lNs/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's the happy pelican who simply craves attention. He's really funny. But then again, he might be just confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148613980685177010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3ONIwxZkLI/AAAAAAAAABE/-LnIp0SUwvo/s320/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is Sheba, Inuka's mom. I don't really know this but she is less active. I mean she's much older than her son. And Inuka was really active, walking around and pawing the water and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took plenty of other pictures of snakes and reptiles, but those will have to wait another time okay? I love manatees. &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/8832033839887735503-1142575876317400755?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1142575876317400755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1142575876317400755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1142575876317400755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1142575876317400755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/study-of-zoology.html' title='A Study of Zoology'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R3OQ_QxZkSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZL8PbSKTt4g/s72-c/12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1372876642740271323</id><published>2007-12-23T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T13:45:53.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drab-ness</title><content type='html'>I'm a little bored now. I switched on the computer to type this story I promised Miss Tan. It's about a homicidal maniac. I'm not sure if she'll like it because it's kinda violent...and well...emotional. I couldn't get a scene outta my head so I considered it an omen for me to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you get really enthusiastic to write a new one, only to find out you lost your inspiration. And then you sink into bouts of bottomless depression because you find yourself incompetent. Especially if you haven't Paid Your Dues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be how writing the cafeteria beat feels like. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuggets had to get an operation to take out his kidney stones. Nishan says he should be okay. Yes, I know Nuggets. He's very cute. He likes nuggets. Which are his namesake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewelie. It makes me think of this Sitka deer I saw on Animal Planet. She was so pretty and precious. You couldn't &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; love her. She was precious. Her eyes were big and sparkly and they thought she looked like a jewel. She was estimated to have been born in July. So they named her Jewelie. It's pronounced 'Julie'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When your friends describe you, do they use words such as 'dull' or 'drab'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Don't forget pladitudinous!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1372876642740271323?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1372876642740271323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1372876642740271323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1372876642740271323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1372876642740271323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/drab-ness.html' title='Drab-ness'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7546155856800921030</id><published>2007-12-17T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:34:22.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny and Nicole</title><content type='html'>I have just noticed something. Girls named Jenny are often VERY lucky. Especially in love. I know this one person who has TWO guys who are WAY in love with her and she was fretting about who to choose. I privately thought that she should have a bigamy and leave us not-so-attractive people to brood in our misfortunes, instead of rubbing it in. This just makes us feel inadequate. Some people have trouble even in hooking up. We don't need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's Jenny Highway who is incredibly beautiful. But at least she doesn't go round advertising her love life. And there's the beautiful JLo. Her names's Jennifer, but Jenny is short for Jennifer so we've got one pop diva on our list. Last but not least, there's the Jenny The Click Five sang about. And she is so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the Nicoles in the world. Nicole Kidman got married to Tom Cruise and then he broke up with her and went with Katie Holmes. And there's Nicole Richie, pretty but now a jailbird. This could mean that I will date a hot guy and then break up with him and then go to jail, like the two people with my same first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this majorly sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is just to voice my inadequacies so that you people out there don't think I'm some egoistic bimbo or something. Only I'm not, a bimbo I mean, because bimbos are pretty and I am obviously not. I was wondering if you would view this blogskin I made. I think it's really simple. Please, if you have an account at Blogskins.com, PLEASE favourite it. I know I'm favourites-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't care. There's no difference if you 'don't comply'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/171524"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/171524&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7546155856800921030?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7546155856800921030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7546155856800921030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7546155856800921030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7546155856800921030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/jenny-and-nicole.html' title='Jenny and Nicole'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6302865817615687930</id><published>2007-12-16T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T13:49:49.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wizard Swears</title><content type='html'>YOU tell me what you think of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqTHmzMk0Cw&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TqTHmzMk0Cw&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0xd6d6d6&amp;color2=0xf0f0f0&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/8832033839887735503-6302865817615687930?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6302865817615687930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6302865817615687930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6302865817615687930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6302865817615687930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/wizard-swears.html' title='Wizard Swears'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2067784663130214131</id><published>2007-12-16T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T19:14:07.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys in Space</title><content type='html'>Well, that would be more accurate if I said 'chimpanzee'. Because I'm going to watch a documentary called &lt;i&gt;Astrochimp&lt;/i&gt;. It's about this chimp who gets sent to space in a space shuttle. Poor thing. But it would be fascinating to know the occurences in said shuttle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Spongebob is Mr. Workaholicpants. That is so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the chimp. HE COULD FULLY GET A DIAPER RASH. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this article about unhygenic eating conditions in a cafe and my brother told me and I replied "I have a political agenda and said agenda refers to the speeding-up of global warming and I do not express desires to concern myself with the social mores of the common man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is a hundred per cent true. It is it is it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan says she's waging war on her homework so she's pretty busy. And she deleted her blog. Which is really sad because her blog is really nice. &lt;i&gt;Wigstruck&lt;/i&gt; is on right now. I can hear Patrick's guffaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan is so lucky. She gets to go to the MCR concert and hear Gerard say "Look at you you motherfuckers, you're beautiful." That's truly inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We formed this band for one reason and one reason only, to make a lot of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more days before my birthday. And I finished ALL my homework. I could scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't forget a scene. I see a young boy, his maid and his baby brother. The baby is in a baby seat and the maid is feeding the baby. The boy is watching television. The window is wide open. As soon as the maid leaves the room. The boy lifts his brother and holds the baby out of the window. Then he lets go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2067784663130214131?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2067784663130214131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2067784663130214131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2067784663130214131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2067784663130214131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/monkeys-in-space.html' title='Monkeys in Space'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6395088051772020333</id><published>2007-12-15T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T12:09:25.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Boredom</title><content type='html'>I just don't understand why Singaporean actresses and actors are the idols of so many hopeful young people. Why are they even considered role-model worthy? Oh sure, they're pretty/handsome and people think they're attractive and all but the whole thing is specious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY DON'T EVEN ACT WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean there's this girl who was trying to be seductive, but when I saw her, all I said was: Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman of &lt;i&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/i&gt; was way better. She was really good. Or so I've heard. I can't watch it, because I heard someone dies at the end. But whatever. Maybe I'm just sore because I'm stuck reading &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt;. It's the suckiest book in the &lt;u&gt;WORLD&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I just say that? Yeah, tell me about people and their misogynist views.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6395088051772020333?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6395088051772020333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6395088051772020333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6395088051772020333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6395088051772020333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/international-boredom.html' title='International Boredom'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5422227917136642796</id><published>2007-12-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T17:13:52.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shimmering Jim-Jams</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the cruise yesterday. There's a new episode of Potter Pupper Pals. I can't watch it because my brothers are being noisy and I can't hear it over the din. I had a whole lot of thoughts yesterday...yeah, couldn't Pensieve it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised yesterday that Teddy Lupin's girlfriend, Victoire is actually Bill and Fleur's daughter. Oh god oh god oh god. That is just so sweet. I totally like that pairing. She must be a sixth or seventh year by now. Teddy is twenty. Nishan thinks it's old. Yeah, probably. I took a few pictures and a video from the cruise. But my stupid computer Bluetooth doesn't seem to want to work. I tried a direct USB connection, but that didn't work either. I'm trying to get the connection up now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! I got a connection. Here's a picture of the cabin and a video. I didn't have the time to sneak my cell out of the cabin so it's pretty pathetic. Hey, at least it's an improvement. God this blogger uploader is slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(THE VIDEO WAS SCREWED UP SO I DELETED IT. LOOK BELOW FOR A STILL PICTURE. THANKS. YEAH, SCREWY. NICE WORD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blinking white things are the sparkles. I shot this from my cabin window. It's got a fantastic view of the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142192493790140482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R1y81B8KmEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A3DtUcAGIB8/s320/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142192120127985714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R1y8fR8KmDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wkTx7uxgaGE/s320/DSC00235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;There's me, who climbed up to the top bunk without a ladder. God, I look so happy. It's revolting. I faintly remember having a dream about peanuts and a sizzling sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've forgotten what I wanted to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, now I remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have come to make the monetary offering to this wishing well as custom dictates. I wish that I could be taller, just a little bigger so that I can crush my enemies like the vermin they are!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mr Krabs: This is the Eugene Krabs memorial wishing well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Squidward: Don't you have to be dead to have a memorial?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Squidward: Patrick! Stop getting so close to me! You're making me claustrophobic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick: What does 'claustrophobic' mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spongebob: It means he's afraid of Santa Claus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patrick: Hohohohoho!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spongebob: Stop it Pat! You're scaring him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe I'm going to some Prefect interview tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5422227917136642796?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5422227917136642796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5422227917136642796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5422227917136642796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5422227917136642796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/shimmering-jim-jams.html' title='Shimmering Jim-Jams'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SDR3T-k3nCs/R1y81B8KmEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A3DtUcAGIB8/s72-c/DSC00236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7489401581823213283</id><published>2007-12-06T12:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:27:21.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No change</title><content type='html'>I previewed the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't like it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7489401581823213283?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7489401581823213283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7489401581823213283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7489401581823213283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7489401581823213283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-change_06.html' title='No change'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1186109373752275221</id><published>2007-12-06T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T12:28:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Witless</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Little-known facts:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Sandy's full name is Sandra Cheeks&lt;br /&gt;2. 'Mangniloquent' is actually the combination of 'magnificent' and 'eloquent'&lt;br /&gt;3. I got the Prefect interview message&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe except for number three because my closest friends do know about it. I'm going for another cruise tomorrow. Too lazy to upload &lt;i&gt;Piece of Me&lt;/i&gt; by Britney Spears. It's not half-bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so fast Lugless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Random. Very random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not easy to shed silent tears when your mom tells you that all you are is a dork. A paper-eating dork.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still rather obsessed with Percy Weasley. Finally got my MSN up and working and I'm bored now. Been reading the seventh book. I cried at Dumbledore's funeral. I mean to think that the old guy has just snuffed it, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed about Ginny's Pygmy Puff remark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoffed at the thought of Fleur and Bill snogging after drinking Harry's Polyjuice Potion. Yeah. Harry likes snogging Ginny. Krum thought Ginny was pretty...Ron got jealous...Won-Won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno why I'm saying all this. Because I'm bored or just as loony as Luna. I'm feeling saint-like right know. Horribly dreamy. Percy woudln't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, I'm just plain bored. Viktor Krum looked cute in the movie. So was Oliver Wood. Nishan said his Scottish accent was cute. You should read her Harry Potter parody. It's hilarious. Can't be Clearisil Superstar. Not enough friends and no computer microphone. Doubt my rendition of &lt;i&gt;Empty&lt;/i&gt; would be any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this skin. But I found a Click Five one and I thought of using that. Alright. I'll use it. Damn it. Forgot what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Each of us thinks we're special, but inside, we're all just the same. Just as mundane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's the Apocalypse! Office supplies are falling from the sky!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1186109373752275221?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1186109373752275221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1186109373752275221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1186109373752275221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1186109373752275221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/witless.html' title='Witless'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-8773071168895494277</id><published>2007-12-03T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T15:04:04.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Trees</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here, at the computer desk in the living room, listening to the humming of a motorised vehicle. It's a large vehicle. Capable of shipping a lot of things, including the crudely hacked-up remains of the large tree that once stood outside my block of flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough, I have never really appreciated said tree till today, when its pathetic fragments are going to be shipped off to some glue factory. Oh sorry. I got it confused with a lame horse. By lame I mean unable o walk. Not stupid and a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the tree. Now all that's left is the stumps. Plus that tree was scrawny. Sure, it had a large crown which made it maddeningly impossible to spy on the neighbours. It's just a figure of speech, I'm not some weirdo stalker peeping-Tom. I'll miss those little red flowers that bloomed on the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sniffing right now. That's only because of my stupid sinuses. I'm not crying. But I want to. But people will suspect something if I'm crying my eyes out over some dead tree. Enough of the touching speech said in the honour of those poor smashed trees. I want to 'abuse my seniority' on the matter of the Japanese now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think it's a proper phrase. But it's what my brothers said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news said that the Japanese were the healthiest people on the planet. And my first dark thought was "Probably from their steady diet of, I don't know, maybe &lt;i&gt;dolphins&lt;/i&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says I in a dark dangerous tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't deserve such good health. People like me are stuck with the sniffles while they're over there, drinking dolphin blood and eating the entrails raw, guffawing in a almost Crabbe and Goyle way. Wait, did I say 'almost'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, now they're digging up the stumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I am as obsessed with Harry Potter as Adam is with Japoopy. Whereas I am as obsessed with Percy Weasley as Winsor is with Japoopy. Which is saying something. I mean, sanctimonious? That is sheer genius. Who in their right mind &lt;i&gt;woulndn't&lt;/i&gt; want to be a Court Scribe and right lengthy letters to their Prefect brothers and insulting his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no one but Percy would have thought of such a brilliant thing. I agree with all his actions except for that one about Umbridge being 'a truly delightful woman'. Maybe he was under the Imperius curse at that time. Bless his precious little head. Imagine his ingenious diatribes. And his speech is magniloquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ginny was practising voyeurism as she spied on Percy and Penelope. Say, whatever happened to those two? Nevertheless, I bet Winsor gorilla has something to say to Japoopy because he is a Japoopy-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have something to say to Percy because I am a Percy-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I finished all my homework! Well, it was a load o' crap but whatever. Geez, I'm as homework-obsessed as Percy. We have so much in common. Ying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob: This wig is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Krabs: Ha! You wouldn't know cool if I locked you in the freezer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob: For your information, Squidward &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; locked me in the freezer so I think I have a good idea of what 'cool' is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how smart Spongebob is. There is NO sarcasm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: Don't be sad Spongebob, here, you can borrow one of mine. Just remember to wash it before you return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says the generous Patrick after handing the powdered wig smothered in man-stink to Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE POWER WITHIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so touching, it made me cry. *Sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-8773071168895494277?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/8773071168895494277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=8773071168895494277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8773071168895494277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8773071168895494277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/12/falling-trees.html' title='Falling Trees'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5817380207246835870</id><published>2007-11-30T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:18:33.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paramore</title><content type='html'>You know, I think Hayley Williams is really cool. She's so young, eighteen and a rock star. A role model for punk-rock star wannabes everywhere. If you stay at my blog long enough, you might hear &lt;i&gt;Misery Business&lt;/i&gt; by Paramore somewhere on my playlist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramore is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have such patience, watch this. But before you do, pause the playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQN88CCvX7o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lQN88CCvX7o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her yelping can be quite idyllic sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5817380207246835870?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5817380207246835870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5817380207246835870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5817380207246835870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5817380207246835870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/paramore.html' title='Paramore'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2524100610110487934</id><published>2007-11-30T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T15:14:45.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Other Things</title><content type='html'>You know, I've been thinking. Yeah. I've been doing a lot of that lately. There was once when I was sprawled out on my bed and I typed a mental blog post. That's because I have mental issues. Nothing new to you. For all those people who have known me and talked to me, I'd just like to say that my mentality is a problem to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I bet you never knew. I bet all of you think I'm normal. But I'm not. I can act normal. But I'm not. So I've been deciding to act normal. So that I don't scare others away. Tirui, I don't know you, but don't un-link me because of this. These are my typical blog posts. Haha. Yeah, I've a numerous unresolved issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this in the newspapers. I've decided to give them a bit of &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT THE CHILDREN SAY&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer 'never and seldom', 'sometimes' or 'often and very often' to each of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you worry about things?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Often and very often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you feel very sad?(duh.)&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you have fun?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you cry when doing things?(I think this is vague. I will explain later)&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Never and seldom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you want to be alone?&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Often and very often&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you feel happy?(WTF?!)&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Never and seldom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you think of yourself as a good person(...)&lt;br /&gt;Ans: &lt;b&gt;Never and seldom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My, my, I am not one happy Singaporean kid. You know there was a question about crying and I thought it was dumb. I mean, said child could have been toughened up against all odds and finds it hard to cry as they are often not emotionally fragile. But a happy kid might cry at the slightest sign of misery which is pathetic if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have nothing to do except this. Credits to Cari, because I didn't exactly ask for permission. I guess she won't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old will you be in five years' time?&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen. Even the simplest of mammals would be able to solve such remedial equations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who did you spend at least two hours with today?&lt;br /&gt;My people. That is to say, myself. I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How much do you weigh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't weigh things, seeing that I don't have a weighing scale. I suppose I could use the bathroom scale but it's all dirty. I could use my mom's kitchen scale but I'll just be whacked over the head with a broom and dust pan. I don't even know what to weigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What do you look forward to most in the next two months?&lt;br /&gt;More alone time with...yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Does home entertainment count. If yes, it was &lt;i&gt;Spongebob Squarepants the Movie.&lt;/i&gt; If no, then it's &lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was the last person you dreamt of?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know Mr Krabs. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person who talked on the phone with you?&lt;br /&gt;How should I know?! Could said person please own up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;Servants, check my cell for me. Oh wait, they're on strike so I don't know. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail?&lt;br /&gt;No one actually knows how. Or is it just me? My servants usually screen my calls but they're on strike so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say call. Because you can have a heart-to-heart with the other party. Then you can express yoruself verbally. Wait, I know what this is playing at. 'Do you like to talk or write?'. I like to write. But sadly, I don't have an ounce of creativity in me so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 12am last night?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. Rather fitfully though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your current mood?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Hungry? But hungry is not a mood. Define hungry. Servants! Damn, I keep forgetting. I think 'pissed' is a mood though. So that's what I am. Pissed. Off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 . When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Oh mother. I love you so. Why did you have to-Mu-thur I cleaned my room yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What colour are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;A deep shade of brown. Oh god, maybe I'm being pranked! Could Ashton Kutcher be here? *Starts hyperventilating*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What time do you wake up today?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say eightish. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are you wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;A Chateu brace and some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you find love or wait for it?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't, so I don't know. I currently love Kyle Patrick but he's not here so the prospect's black, too late, it won't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where is your favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;Paris. In a expensive hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Where is your least favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;Those public toilets people never seem to clean. Or any place that is currently gaining squalor as I type and you read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where would you go if you could go anywhere now?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite place. See question eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Dissecting dead bodies so that I can get my doctor's degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Paris Hilton or Nicole Richie?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Richie. Firstly, she hasn't done mean stuff. And secondly, she has my name. But this is a matter of preference right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you fear the most?&lt;br /&gt;Losing money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who was the last person to send you a message?&lt;br /&gt;The servants are on strike, how many times do I have to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How big is your house?&lt;br /&gt;Huge. Ow! Mu-thur! You're stepping on my foot. Dad! The toilet's backed up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;How could you even suggest that. I am affronted and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What color is your bedsheet?&lt;br /&gt;Pink. With Hello Kitties dancing all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. How many pillows do you sleep with?&lt;br /&gt;Do giant teddy bears and a bolster count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 . What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;A small sausage roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you bored right now?&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably. Oh absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What do you wish to do?&lt;br /&gt;Play &lt;i&gt;The Sims 2&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. College or university?&lt;br /&gt;University. You get to rule the universe after going there, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34 . Quiz or mid-term?&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term, surprisingly. That's because it's on a one-time only basis. You just mug once and there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Gold or Silver?&lt;br /&gt;Silver. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;My poor aching back! Landsakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Opposite-sex that attracts you the most by looks or special qualities?&lt;br /&gt;Looks. Duh. Who'd give them a backward glance if they weren't cute or hot? Please poeple, this is reality. And I love realism. Because in real life, you don't have suns wearing sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Listening to any songs now?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;i&gt;Empty&lt;/i&gt; by the Click Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 . How long ago did you kiss someone?&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes ago. Beary's got a boo-boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Kisses. You can hug while kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Do you smoke a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I don't smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you know your blood type?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Do you dance?&lt;br /&gt;I can dance, but I don't like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you take daily medications?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Have you ever drank alcohol?&lt;br /&gt;No. But I got drunk on ice-cream once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What song is your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But It's Better If You Do&lt;/i&gt; by Panic! At the Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Do you hang on the phone for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if it's with Nishan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you own a gun?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you get nervous easily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I wish I had nerves of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Held hands with someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Lost someone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Never got a chance to tell someone something important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Cried your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Danced.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2 (I'm taking that this refers to romance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rejected someone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been called a fker/@ssh0le/b@stard .&lt;br /&gt;[x] Heard a rumor about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hurt someone emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hurt someone physically.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got involved in a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been called a dork&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went to a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Know someone who has tried to or did commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wrote a love note.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Went through a phase.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got ditched&lt;br /&gt;[x] Know someone really stupid and/or annoying&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got in a fist fight with family member.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Drank soda everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x] Made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Think/thought you found the one.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Been dumped.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lied to your parent(s)&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Felt like dying.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Had a crush.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Been lied to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Felt like the happiest person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Told the person you liked that you liked them.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Prayed.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Texted in class. (With the teacher's knowledge)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Smoked a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Had more than one crush at a time.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Disliked someone.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add altogether= 21&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by three.&lt;br /&gt;This is how much of a teenager you are: 63%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten detention.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten your phone taken away&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten suspended.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Gotten caught chewing gum.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] been late to a class more than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Didn't do homework over 5 times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Turned at least 3 projects in late.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Missed school cause you felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Laughed so hard you got kicked outof class.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Got your mom/dad etc. to get you out of school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Text people during class. (With the teacher's knowledge. I was texting my mom)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Passed notes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Threw stuff across the room&lt;br /&gt;[x] Laughed at the teacher&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pulled down the fire alarm.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Went on myspace, friendster, xanga,etc. on the computer at school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Took pictures during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Called someone during school hours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Listened to an ipod/cd player/mp3during class.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Threw something at the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Went outside the classroom without permission.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Broke the dress code.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Failed a class test.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ate food during class.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a call home&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Couldn't go on a field trip because you behaved badly&lt;br /&gt;[x] Didn't take your stuff to school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten a detention and didn't go&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stuck your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] slept in class&lt;br /&gt;[x] cursed at a teacher behind their back&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Copied homework&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Felt hungry during class and left to eat&lt;br /&gt;Total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times your total by 3&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up 12% of my sec school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you have your own computer&lt;br /&gt;[x]you have your own laptop&lt;br /&gt;[x]you have your own cell phone&lt;br /&gt;[x]you have your own room&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you have your own car&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you have your own tv&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you have your own bathroom&lt;br /&gt;[x]you always get what you want&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you have your own hairdryer&lt;br /&gt;[x]you are sent and fetched home everyday&lt;br /&gt;[x]you want something and you got it the next few months&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you get up on your own timing&lt;br /&gt;[x]your parent saves your money for you&lt;br /&gt;[x]you get more than $4 each day&lt;br /&gt;[ ]you get to shop essively&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now multiply the total by 4&lt;br /&gt;Im 32% spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] tuck out your shirt before?&lt;br /&gt;[x] fold your skirt?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] argued with a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;[x] lied to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;[x] fight with your parents?&lt;br /&gt;[x] scolded your parents?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] smoked a cigarette?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] SMS in class?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made a call in class?&lt;br /&gt;[x] hurt someone's feelings?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fight with your enemies?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ditched someone?&lt;br /&gt;[x] scold any girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;[x] scold vulgarities?&lt;br /&gt;[ ] made a girl cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 8/15 a deliquent. Oh god. I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like public speaking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You find it hard to talk to strangers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like to look people in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Being introduced to new people makes you nervous.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate to go shopping alone.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you're in a group of people,it's difficult to think of what to say&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a lot of trouble talking to the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate to be teased&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate answering the door&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like to ask people for help.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can't stand people watching you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One on one conversations make you nervous.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate to read out loud.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't like answering questions.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You dread ordering food at restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are uncomfortable at parties,unless you know everyone well&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like to talk, because you're afraid of being embarrassed by what you say.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wish you were more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You hate being in the center of any room&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know how to react to compliments.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You prefer reading, writing, or listening to music than being around too many people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You blush easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like singing in front of alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply the total by 4.&lt;br /&gt;I Am 64% Shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You are in love&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have your own room.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You own a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have an ipod/ mp3/mp4 player.&lt;br /&gt;[x]Your parents are still married.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have more than 1 best friend.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]There is a swimming pool in your backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You dress how you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hang out with friends more than once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[x] There is a computer/ laptop in your room.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never been beaten up.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You NEVER cry more than twice a month.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are allowed to listen to the music you want to.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your room is big enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have over 50 friends on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have over 500 friends onfriendster.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have over 1000 friends onfriendster.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have pictures on friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents let you have a friendster.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You get allowance.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You collect something normal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You look forward to going to school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't wish you were someone else.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You play a sport.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You do something after school.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a car.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You usually don't fight with your mom.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are happy with your appearance.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have never gotten a failing grade in your life.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have many friends.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know what is going on in the world.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You care about many people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You know more than one language.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a screen name.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a pet.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know the words to more than 5 songs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't have any enemies.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are a generally nice person.&lt;br /&gt;Total : 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL OVERALL: 15&lt;br /&gt;Count your numbers and multiply by 3.&lt;br /&gt;MY LIFE IS 45% HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS PART (no matter if you're a girl or a guy)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] In the winter you love hoodies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br /&gt;[x] its hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies stink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own(ed) an XBox / XBox 360.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Wanted/played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You own(ed) a DS, PS2 or Sega.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch sports on TV.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like going to football games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to/do collect baseball cards.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Its kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Green/black/red/blue /silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports are fun too.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear boxers to bed.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 10.&lt;br /&gt;Score: 70% boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS PART (no matter if you're a girl or a guy)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have worn eyeliner before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have some of the same shirts in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the color pink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You only go to a female for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the color black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like shopping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear jewelleries, earrings etc.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Skirts are a part of your wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You don't like the movie Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It takes you at least 1 hour to shower/get dressed/put on make-up &amp; getready.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have 5 or more pairs of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love movies.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Used to play with dolls as a little kid.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Take pictures of yourself when you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 10.&lt;br /&gt;Score: 70% girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 70% boy; 70%girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word for die&lt;br /&gt;Is existentially-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2524100610110487934?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2524100610110487934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2524100610110487934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2524100610110487934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2524100610110487934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-other-things.html' title='Some Other Things'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5283352546612307192</id><published>2007-11-27T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:17:30.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Productivity Rates</title><content type='html'>My productivity rate today has reached an all time low. Not only did I only do one-eighth of my second chinese journal entry, I didn't even do anything else today but read. Really. Let's not talk about such depressing matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. &lt;i&gt;Depressing?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like lazy. You know what, I kinda like this skin. It's so, well, pretty. It's based on Stockholm. I don't know where that is. I guess it's somewhere in England. Is the ferris wheel the London Eye? But this is Stockholm. My geography isn't very good as you can see so pardon said atrocities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Present Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if I should get &lt;i&gt;Pokemon Pearl&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just get a PS3 and play &lt;i&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/i&gt;. Don't tell me about the controversey about that game because I know. And I don't care. I want to give it a go just because of said paradox. But I don't think they'll sell it to me if I just strut into the shop and ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my dad were to get it, they would just stare at him. Whoever heard of some middle-aged guy playing &lt;i&gt;Mass Effect&lt;/i&gt;. Well I'm sick. Hopefully, my dad hasn't read about the game. Because if I asked him and he knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo boy. Talk about trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom is taking over. Should I do my homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5283352546612307192?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5283352546612307192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5283352546612307192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5283352546612307192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5283352546612307192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/falling-productivity-rates.html' title='Falling Productivity Rates'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2913312010947902573</id><published>2007-11-25T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:06:46.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left-Brainer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Left Brained, 30% Right Brained&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.&lt;br /&gt;If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.&lt;br /&gt;Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.&lt;br /&gt;Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.&lt;br /&gt;If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.&lt;br /&gt;Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightorleftbrainedquiz/"&gt;Are You Right or Left Brained?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, some insight on myself. I'm left-handed but left-brained. I am weirder than some other people. Maybe as weird as the next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, the other night, I was listening to MCR, you know, the Black Parade song, and I was jumping up and down and messing up my hair like some crazed idiot (no offence goth people) and I was really surprised I wasn't screaming. Imagine if my dad walked in on me doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a likely conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got bumped on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, I was extremely productive. By that I mean as productive as a sloth with a head-cold. And I really did have a head-cold. I mean it could have been a migraine for all I know. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was as productive as a sloth, you know, without the head-cold because I did complete a stupid journal entry which ended, if I might say, rather abruptly. Hey, at least I'm done with science and I did complete half of that worksheet and I did read a bit of that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of this endless denial? I'm going to be truthful, even if it means being blunt and blatantly honest which means about the same thing but whatever. At this rate, I'll never finish my homework. And you know what, I'm gonna do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right after my session with the Sims 2 later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2913312010947902573?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2913312010947902573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2913312010947902573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2913312010947902573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2913312010947902573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/left-brainer.html' title='Left-Brainer'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-9024249170453129615</id><published>2007-11-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:38:47.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>I just collected my Chateau brace. At least I think that's what it's called. Homework is still being hopeless. I don't think my sentence structure is even right. Me and Nishan had a REALLY fun time the other day. We were looking up a lot of words on Urban Dictionary. Nishan would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my skin because I really like this  one. It's so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe because of this stupid brace. Suffocating...you know I coud die here. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to this course thingy and it made me realise that I have absolutely no creativity at all. Sure, I'm a cynic and what-not. But I'm not J.K. Rowling. Oh I like to critique and use big words, but I can't create. Maybe I'm what you call a biological sport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left-handed. Left-handed people are extremely creative because they use their right brain, but I'm a left-hander using her left brain. Which is weird. I think this is good, because I get to criticise people. It's fun. You can see their sad faces and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, I want to listen to the top twenty songs on 98.7FM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-9024249170453129615?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/9024249170453129615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=9024249170453129615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9024249170453129615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9024249170453129615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6590463201400132707</id><published>2007-11-20T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:08:32.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk Elephants and Rhys Meyers</title><content type='html'>I miss Nishan. She's getting really sad lately. Get well soon. Call me soon. I want to see you soon and then we can watch all the Spongebob we want at my place and watch Patrick and his witty and apt phrases and Mermaidman and Barnacleboy and Squidward the Cynic and Sandy the Inventor. Whatever that means. &lt;em&gt;The old days...you won't treasure them till you think of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading this article about drunk elephants. As in some farmers somewhere are feeding their elephants home-made wine and this causes them to go on stampedes and stuff and some AP reporters say that Paris Hilton expressed a desire to help them but it turned out to be just a lie. All she cares about is designer G-strings and a doggy one for Tinkerbelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was hottie hot hottie Jonathan Rhys Meyers. Oh god, he's thirty and I didn't know. He look half that age plus five. He was charged for misconduct. He was also drunk and was 'disturbing public peace'. I'm guessing the cop or judge who charged him wasn't a lady or a gay, 'cos the case could have easily been compromised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick I tell you. &lt;em&gt;Sick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have today. Oh and Lenora Hunt got into a speedy marriage with Benjamin Long. Doubt whether that marriage will last. She'll most likely have an affair with Kennedy Cox who is WAY cuter. Then Benjamin'll cry and be sad and Lenora will go out with Kennedy. God, I'm mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dustin Broke and Jenny Highway. How does that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Hunt and Kendra Highway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beau Broke and who now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. If you don't understand, don't figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my Groundon, Kyogre and Rayquaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated Elite Four with lowest Pokemon being level forty-four and highest fifty-two. How dumb is that? Actually, the highest is Rayquaza. I couldn't have done it without it. And the win was on my first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got Regice, Registeel, Regirock and Latios to get. I got a Ditto now. Hmm...still haven't quit Pokemon. Gonna get berries from the Berry Master and Kiri. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charity Bazaar? Ask Chi Ting, then kill me. Cruise on seventh of December. homework not completed. Still procrastinating. Mr and Miss Ong leaving West Grove. No comments here except that I'll miss Mr Ong the MOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Miss Mr Ong? Save it. You don't get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6590463201400132707?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6590463201400132707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6590463201400132707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6590463201400132707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6590463201400132707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/drunk-elephants-and-rhys-meyers.html' title='Drunk Elephants and Rhys Meyers'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-299820909048717772</id><published>2007-11-12T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T14:20:07.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so cynical</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 100% Cynical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/cynical-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cynicism borders on paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;Worry less. You're out to get the world as much as it's out to get you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howcynicalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Cynical Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yes! I love being &lt;u&gt;cynical&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-299820909048717772?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/299820909048717772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=299820909048717772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/299820909048717772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/299820909048717772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-so-cynical.html' title='I&apos;m so cynical'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3616252565600656055</id><published>2007-11-12T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:44:01.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My holiday</title><content type='html'>It was a really short holiday, just about three days. And Nishan said she missed me and I missed her. I'm not going to tell you all about my holiday like some common chatty bimbo because you wouldn't give a belly button lint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you could just say "Screw you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean why should I tell you all happily about some holiday you weren't even at. You wouldn't give a damn anyway. I mean you weren't there and I would just make you all jealous. Any way, it was pretty nice there with the view of the ocean and stuff like that. There was Disney Channel so I was like glued to the TV while chilling in the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adults were at the casino for like twelve hours straight and I was screaming obscenities at the machines in the arcade. They kept eating up my tokens. Oh crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatty bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing much. Screw you homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to leave my homework out of my line of vision but I just can't stop thinking about it. I haven't started reading that cruddy book. Holidays are supposed to be meant for relaxation. The teachers say "Yeah, totally. You can do it in your own time now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously hate this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is honestly crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3616252565600656055?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3616252565600656055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3616252565600656055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3616252565600656055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3616252565600656055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-holiday.html' title='My holiday'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-9170025229974587099</id><published>2007-11-09T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:15:00.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruises and Radio</title><content type='html'>I'm going for a cruise later. Getting all excited and bubbly. But the strange thing is, I don't like happiness. I woudl prefer to brood in a world of despair and self-pity. I know. I'm weird. But you know what, I like being weird. I love being labelled as crazy, moronic or absurd and mentally-challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been labelled so for as long as I can remember and guess what. I DON'T CARE. But I do care for a cuppa now. I suddenly feel like some ice-cream. Wait-I always feel a strange and maddening craving for ice-cream so that doesn't count. It would count if the item to be craved is chocolate. Wait, I always crave that too. How about fruits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fruits. I hate fruits so it would count if I feel a sudden craving for them. Am listening to &lt;em&gt;Wake Up Call &lt;/em&gt;by the Maroon 5. I know I told you that the video was porno and it is but the song is good. I was listening to 98.7 FM yesterday and the &lt;em&gt;Muttons to Midnight&lt;/em&gt; section was on again and I dedicated &lt;em&gt;Empty &lt;/em&gt;by The Click Five to Nishan yesterday and stayed up all night sending SMSes to her. I would just like to thank Vernon and Justin for staying up with me all night too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they were very sweet and funny. They made me laugh with their parody of Will.I. Am. I didn't listen to &lt;em&gt;the What the Bleah&lt;/em&gt;?! thing. I was too bored. The songs were all well, not nice so I just decided to fall asleep instead. I just can't find &lt;em&gt;Em&lt;/em&gt;pty by The Click Five. I've searched Imesh and Youtube but I can't find it. I can't find&lt;em&gt; Jenny&lt;/em&gt; either. Oh well. I have lots to say but I don't feel like it now. My finger hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that I have a decline in viewers. Is it because of my ground-breaking discovery of that article thing? Are you people still afraid to face the truth? The Japanese are just a bunch of meanies. According to Nishan, they are meanie weenies and you know what? I absolutely agree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-9170025229974587099?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/9170025229974587099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=9170025229974587099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9170025229974587099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9170025229974587099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/cruises-and-radio.html' title='Cruises and Radio'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5482094185494535150</id><published>2007-11-06T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:39:12.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plaster of Paris</title><content type='html'>I went for some health check-up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I've got scoliosis. I'd like to put one of those emoticons here but there's a strictly 'no emoticons' policy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This would be the emoticon thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I just put it there. Whatever. First time for everything. But don't get all worked up about it. It's not gonna last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to wear a back brace. Don't &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;laugh&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. It ain't very nice. It constricts your lungs and you can hardly breathe. A mould had to be made. So I was covered in plaster and cling wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like this atrociously short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play &lt;em&gt;Sims 2. &lt;/em&gt;The Highways got a kid. Jenny Highway. I'm going to make another family. You know, make the kids fall in love. Terribly behind in &lt;em&gt;Pokemon Emerald.&lt;/em&gt; Am considering quitting. After all, my feud with Japan ain't ending any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5482094185494535150?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5482094185494535150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5482094185494535150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5482094185494535150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5482094185494535150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/plaster-of-paris.html' title='Plaster of Paris'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5139333909302561108</id><published>2007-11-05T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:52:52.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin Hunting Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;...She and fellow animal-rights activists were shown on video footage paddling out on surfboards to a cove in south-western Japan last Tuesday to stop a dolphin hunt, which &lt;u&gt;turned the sea &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Speaking on news show &lt;i&gt;Access Hollywood&lt;/i&gt; last Friday, Panettiere, 18, said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;"It was painful. It was something that you could just look at and say, 'Who could do something to an animal like that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;..."But we paddled out and the fear just went away. All of us wanted to go over there with knives and cut them (dolphins) out of the nets and set them free. I'd probably be in a jail in Japan if I did."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The fishermen at one point used the boat propeller to keep them (the activists) away from the animals and jabbed at them with boathooks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;em&gt;The Straits Times, Life!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'd just like to say that this rather untidily cropped article by yours truly has brought out the message Hayden Panettiere is trying to spread to us. She is not some dumb bimbo trying to gain publicity. At least I don't think so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She even broke down after the whole thing. Poor gal. Just remember that you did a good thing. The Japs are just idiots. Whale-eating. Puh-lease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So everyone, this is real. Stop learning Japanese okay? Don't support these inhumane actions. The Japanese aren't people. They are monstrousities. I feel justified to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HATE THEM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh and Angie, same here. With, you know, The Click Five thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5139333909302561108?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5139333909302561108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5139333909302561108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5139333909302561108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5139333909302561108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/dolphin-hunting-again.html' title='Dolphin Hunting Again'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1623766265562271311</id><published>2007-11-04T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:51:50.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin Conservation and MTV</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm going to start off on a rant here. It's about the dolphins again. I know you Jap-lovers are going to turn away your anime-loving heads in disgust once you even see the title of this post because you know I'm not stingy with my criticisms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a group of extremely big-hearted Americans marched up to one of the beaches in Japan (I don't know which one because I don't bother to remember) and start protesting about dolphin-killing and Hayden Panattierre or something from &lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt; was one of them. I have never watched &lt;em&gt;Heroes&lt;/em&gt; and I don't intend to any time soon but I guess I have to commend her for her nerve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was much to the displeasure of the Japanese officials. Here is a possible conversation between a dolphin activist and a Japanese police officer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activist: Stop killing dolphins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: Will you butt out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activist: Why don't you show me how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: No fair! You were supposed to submit. Besides, what does 'butt out' mean anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activist: (Falls over laughing) You mean you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: I'm only Japanese! Does it have to do with butts? Because I like those. The smoke makes me all tipsy. What's 'tipsy'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activist: Cigarette butts? Get away from me you spazz of a redneck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: Your street slang is driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activist: Yo yo momma. Holla! Let's work some mezza-gic. Yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: My head hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activist: Would you butt out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officer: Oww...Mommy get me a bandage. I need one on my cranium cap. What's a 'cranium'? More importantly, what's a 'cap'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as funny as the Oprah Winfrey one. The pilot projects are &lt;em&gt;always &lt;/em&gt;funnier. It's always the pioneering projects. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching MTV last night all sneakily because my mom had left the room and I had it all to myself and so I decided to catch a few sneak peeks. Call me country bumpkin but I think &lt;em&gt;Wake Up Call &lt;/em&gt;by Maroon 5 was a tad too porno for me. But nevertheless, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking Disaster &lt;/em&gt;by Sum 41 was really cute, what with the walking robot swaying from alcohol intake  Now that's tipsy, Japanese police officer. Wait, I mean spazz of a redneck but whatever. It was really cute when the band started smashing stuff in the toy shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;False Pretense &lt;/em&gt;by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (cool name by the way) was good, but strangely cryptic and I couldn't decipher one bit of it. Those mimes. Whoa. And the guys were like tossing back their full manes as they rocked out. Not that I find that attractive or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So did you watch th videos I laid out for you? I hope you did. Oh yeah, you know Paya Lebar Methodist Girls' School, they won a competition or something. It was organised by 98.7FM and the grand prize was a gig by &lt;em&gt;The Click Five&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like--OMG. But sadly, their principal refused. I was totally pissed off by her refutal. One of the cutest boybands in the history of history!!! How could she resist???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the woman is one of the ex-girlfriends of the band (please not Kyle please not Kyle) or she thinks she is some diva and one of the guys will most likely stalk her or she's crushing on Kyle or someone and doesn't want to go berserk the moment they walk by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have all the luck and they don't even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1623766265562271311?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1623766265562271311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1623766265562271311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1623766265562271311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1623766265562271311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/dolphin-conservation-and-mtv.html' title='Dolphin Conservation and MTV'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5831855744088004666</id><published>2007-11-03T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T14:20:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube Videos</title><content type='html'>My Chemical Romance-&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx-2Hj-q4Dc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qx-2Hj-q4Dc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Tisdale-&lt;br /&gt;He Said.She Said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaVTtS72X8A"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JaVTtS72X8A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Click Five-&lt;br /&gt;Jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqqPNbZhENk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqqPNbZhENk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I can't embed the videos. So you'll have to go to the respective links y yourself. Stupid computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5831855744088004666?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5831855744088004666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5831855744088004666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5831855744088004666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5831855744088004666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/youtube-videos.html' title='YouTube Videos'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3259241716713763702</id><published>2007-11-03T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:49:03.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights Out!</title><content type='html'>I definitely know that I have never used this title. Anyway, I would just like to express my anguish being disallowed to play &lt;i&gt;Sims 2&lt;/i&gt; beacause of my dysfunctional. Apparently, my mother believes that the lights are ready to burst into flames at any given time. Well, the lights are making strange noises. Very &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt; and rude noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. I thought of a lot of stuff to put in here, including an episode on self-awareness for some reason and even another blockquote. Oh yeah. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt; I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly I would like to acknowledge my new blogskin which I painstakingly edited for half an hour. It's not as easy as it looks. I had a hard time making it look sophisticated and putting in the music, which by the way I can't enough of. &lt;i&gt;Non assez&lt;/i&gt; that means 'not enough'. I can't believe I know French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get down to business. So I went to VivoCity yesterday with Pei Xuan, Pei Shi, Dulcia and Le Shan. It wasn't half-bad. I got really hyped-up on the MRT, especially when there was that cute beeping thing. I was giggling and I was talking about things like Kyle Patrick and &lt;i&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/i&gt; and no one really understood because I was talking too fast and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to go to the MCR concert (December 11) but the tickets cost ninety-seven bucks and I don't think my dad would appreciate my going to some emo concert with people in black and eyeliner screaming their hearts out. No offence though. Any way, I'm sure YouTube will have some sort of trailer that I could watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so we had lunch, window-shopped and went to Jurong East for some neoprints and thus ended the day. I didn't get to enjoy the day to its full potential because I was worrying about my music exams the next day (today, it went fine by the way). Am rocking out to MCR &lt;i&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;/i&gt; now. The guy with the white heair is kinda cute. I like it when he screams and its surprisingly tragic. *Sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to put something in a blockquote to conclude this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I just love Ashley Tisdale, as my blogskin rightly shows. It all started when I got my first listen of &lt;i&gt;He Said.She Said&lt;/i&gt;, now playing, and I fell in love. It's not like me to idolize people, because most of the time I idolize myself but Ashley Tisdale's sexy vocals are just too good to be true. I really love the &lt;i&gt;He Said.She Said&lt;/i&gt; music video, it's so good. I'll put it here in a mo. I thought it was &lt;i&gt;She Said.He Said&lt;/i&gt; at first because I always thought Ashley was a feminist but it turns out she's not. &lt;i&gt;Be Good to Me&lt;/i&gt; is another good track. I can't wait to get &lt;i&gt;Headstrong&lt;/i&gt;. I need it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3259241716713763702?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3259241716713763702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3259241716713763702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3259241716713763702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3259241716713763702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/11/lights-out.html' title='Lights Out!'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-9219293680334754602</id><published>2007-10-29T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:23:34.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Boredom</title><content type='html'>Not that the holidays are a bad thing or anything, but I can safely say that they aren't very inspirational. I mean why do something like write or read when you can just plop on the bed and snore loudly or use the computer to play your favourite games? Wait-did I just say 'your favourite games'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't mind me. I'm just talking to myself, as usual. I couldn't get a hold of the crummy computer yesterday because my brother was mugging for his stupid little primary five exams. I don't think mugging is an appropriate word. He was procrastinating the whole way anyway. Wait-what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, ignore the exclaimation marks in bold. They are just a sign of my OCD. Every now and then, I feel the urge, or rather, the NEED to insert those symbols and I &lt;b&gt;DON'T KNOW WHY&lt;/b&gt;. Tell me, is my sanity slipping? I think so. We had a VERY boring talk on mental health. I wasn't listening half the time. As usual, I was making sarcastic remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my altruistic views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the crappy thing is, we've got holiday homework. I don't mind the science thing much, because we're gonna have to do it sooner or later but why CHINESE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like anyone doesn't know my strong dislike of it. I mean I just &lt;b&gt;HATE IT, HATE IT, HATE IT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just figured out a word I could use. Animosity. That sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I just figured out this equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese=Crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is as talented as me you know. What's that? You agree? Oh thank you. Thank you so much. I love you people. G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to Jun Xiang for his frequent comments. And Nishan too. Thanks all my fans out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See I told you I was egoistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more days to the trip to &lt;u&gt;VivoCity&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know &lt;u&gt;vivo&lt;/u&gt; is an Italian term. So it's basically written like this: &lt;i&gt;vivo&lt;/i&gt; and it means lively and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TALENTED. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-9219293680334754602?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/9219293680334754602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=9219293680334754602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9219293680334754602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/9219293680334754602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/10/true-boredom.html' title='True Boredom'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-4780554945524650411</id><published>2007-10-27T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:27:42.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's CIP</title><content type='html'>So I got back my report book before anyone else. I'm not telling why though. It said that my position was first in class and first in standard. I was kind of expecting that, not being boastful though. I still thought my grades &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; kinda pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever. Anyway, I was to do this CIP thing for my CCA. I wasn't told what I was supposed to do. It turned that I had to guide kids from Grace Orchard School in Robotics. They were mentally disabled. Once I found out, I was totally shocked. I wasn't mentally prepared yet. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be rather gratifying. The kids were running around, shouting their pleasure and delight. It was really cute. They turned out to be a cheery bunch. I kinda felt sorry for them and that led to a LOT of deep-thinking. They make you want to know more. Reason. That's an excellent word to describe my warped musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My musings have always been disttorted and arguably, if not immensely unconventional. I mean which Asian schoolgirl wonders about the complexities of the mind and worships Patrick??? The inner mechanisms of my mind are in an enigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to VivoCity a week later. Pei Shi says we are going to take neoprints. I have never taken said items. I haven't even sat on a MRT before. This left my friends in a rather disturbed state. Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird. You know, if there was a 'W' in my name, it would stand for 'weird'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-4780554945524650411?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/4780554945524650411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=4780554945524650411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4780554945524650411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4780554945524650411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/10/yesterdays-cip.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s CIP'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7930708111617609341</id><published>2007-10-23T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:46:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japanese Language Classes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Why does everyone love Japan so much? Everyone seems to be wanting to pick up that language. What's so good about them. They're just a couple of dolphin-slayers and baby-impalers. Why do people like them? Because they're a bunch of anime-loving hypocrites. What's so good about anime? Sex, violence, mature concepts. WHAT? I'll tell you what: Japan is simply deplorable. Stupid little sakuras. Dumb sushi. You know what I mean.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they just give in to the UN or whatever already. All this heated politics is getting on my nerves. Sometimes I just want to give up on this case, but I have an ego larger than those whales the Japanese eat. I have too much &lt;i&gt;pride&lt;/i&gt;. And I'm &lt;i&gt;proud&lt;/i&gt; of my &lt;u&gt;pride&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong but I love being an egoistic jerk. Maybe the 'E' in my names stands for 'egoistic', not 'elitist'. Only maybe. That's because 'elitist' is creepily true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I could just imagine the Japanese envoy or whatever on &lt;i&gt;Oprah Winfrey&lt;/i&gt; or whatever cruddy reality TV show that happens to be on. Maybe &lt;i&gt;Fear Factor&lt;/i&gt;? Wait, will the Japs &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; be intimidated by the bugs? They probably are ones themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: So what are your views on whale-hunting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: I think whales are tasty! Hi Grandma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Do you think it is a cruel thing to hunt whales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: Hi Mom! Hi Dad! No, I don't think so. I like consuming whales in copious amounts. You should try it some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: I can't; the Great Nicole is watching, waiting to snap me up in her animal-activist jaws. Besides, you people are big meanies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: Wahhhhh! Mommy! Oprah called me a meanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: (shocked) Just kidding, kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: I'm not a kid. I'm fifty-four this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oprah: Do you think we should vote on whale-rights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese: What do you think this is? A delicacy &lt;u&gt;(democracy)&lt;/u&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. The unnamed Japanese envoy has shown his true intellect. Let's all give him a round of applause for his Einstein-like replies. Thomas Edison would have been proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7930708111617609341?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7930708111617609341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7930708111617609341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7930708111617609341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7930708111617609341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/10/japanese-language-classes.html' title='Japanese Language Classes'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2563685727183980079</id><published>2007-10-21T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T13:30:53.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#9cdcdc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Values Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c9eaea"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/values.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value loyalty highly.&lt;br /&gt;You're completely devoted to your friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Even if they totally screw up, you're still there for them.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure they're equally loyal to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value honesty.&lt;br /&gt;You do value getting your way, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And if a little lying is required to do that, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;A few white lies never hurt anyone (at least, that's what you tell yourself!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generosity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value generosity.&lt;br /&gt;Your needs always come first, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll possibly help someone else out...&lt;br /&gt;But only if it helps you in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't really value humility.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have much to be humble about!&lt;br /&gt;And you might as well promote yourself, because no one else will.&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty special person, and you let everyone know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value tolerance highly.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do you enjoy the company of those very different from you...&lt;br /&gt;You do all that you can to seek it out interesting and unique friends.&lt;br /&gt;You think there are many truths in life, and you're open to many of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorvaluestest/"&gt;The Five Factor Values Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Spend the Holidays In&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#73eaa0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcountryshouldyouspendtheholidaysinquiz/holiday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denmark - where you leave a mischievous elf a bowl of rice pudding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcountryshouldyouspendtheholidaysinquiz/"&gt;What Country Should You Spend the Holidays In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You'll Find Love Online&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindyourdreamguyquiz/online.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating in meatspace is way too complicated and time consuming for you&lt;br /&gt;You rather find a ton of guys at the click of a button&lt;br /&gt;So go on, and have some fun in your online dating adventure&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure perfectguy@mrright.com is who he says he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindyourdreamguyquiz/"&gt;Where Will You Find Your Dream Guy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Color is Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnercolorquiz/purple.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Personality: You're a dreamer and visionary. You believe you were put on this earth to do something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You in Love: You're very passionate but often too busy for love. You need a partner who sees your vision and adopts it as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Career: You need a job that helps you make a difference. You have a bright future as a guru, politician, teacher, or musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnercolorquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love is Based on Romance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/romance.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a traditional romantic, and you can't help but be a sucker for romance.&lt;br /&gt;A few great dates won't make you fall in love with someone... but they can't hurt!&lt;br /&gt;You take love seriously, and you take it slow. You know you are destined for true love.&lt;br /&gt;You have an ideal of how love should be - and you won't stop looking until you find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You know what's important in building a relationship, and you don't take shortcuts in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: Your expectations are very high... so high that it's hard to meet them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I am weird. I think I'm just desperate for a little romance. Maybe a lot of romance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birth Month is December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/narcissus.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love life and exude an outgoing, cheerful vibe.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a great sense of humor, you can laugh at adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul reflects: Celebration, success, and wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gemstone: Blue Topaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flower: Narcissus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your colors: Indigo, green, and blue-green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthmonthmeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Month Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so, then why have I been depressed? Maybe that's why I'm cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your True Love's Name Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruelovesnamequiz/lovebirds.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicholas G.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtruelovesnamequiz/"&gt;What's Your True Love's Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, then why haven't I met this Nicholas G. guy? I've lived thirteen years! I should know by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Winter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/winter.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiet, calm, and totally at peace...&lt;br /&gt;You're happy to be at home, wrapped in a blanket, completely snowed in&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're lighting a fire or having a snowball fight, you always feel best in the winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Part of You That No One Sees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/pink.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are passionate, romantic, and emotional.&lt;br /&gt;You put love first in your life, even though you have often been disappointed by it.&lt;br /&gt;You expect to be swept of your feet, and you never expect infatuation to die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you are scared that you aren't lovable.&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurity has ruined many relationships, as you are unable to see the love that's really there.&lt;br /&gt;You are secretly afraid of being alone. Confronting your insecurities is incredibly painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsthepartofyouthatnooneseesquiz/"&gt;What's the Part of You That No One Sees?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Crap. This is totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Agnostic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanatheistagnosticorabelieverquiz/agnostic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God? Religion? Maybe... you're just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out your spiritual path... or figuring out you really don't care.&lt;br /&gt;You believe that no one really can know the true story about religion or God.&lt;br /&gt;So you might as well relax a little. You'll go crazy trying make sense of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanatheistagnosticorabelieverquiz/"&gt;Are You an Atheist, Agnostic or a Believer?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sagittarius - Your Love Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/sagittarius-love.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your positive traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your playful nature brings out the happy inner-child in dates&lt;br /&gt;You're willing to take risks in love... and reap the rewards&lt;br /&gt;You've got a killer sense of humor that gets talking with any hottie you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your negative traits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your sarcasm comes off as biting and abrasive&lt;br /&gt;You can be brutally honest, tactless, and truthful even when it hurts&lt;br /&gt;You're such a free spirit that you find it hard to commit to one person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal partner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone high energy who will pick up and out with you whenever&lt;br /&gt;Is creative and fun - thinking of new adventures for the two of you&lt;br /&gt;Is bold... and not afraid to tell you "I love you" early on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dating style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable. You never know how the night is going to end up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your seduction style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daring. You're always pushing to try something new in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;Full of imagination. You've always got a new fantasy you're dying to try.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually driven. Sex for you can be an other-worldly act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips for the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize that while freedom is great - sometimes a stable relationship is better.&lt;br /&gt;It's not all about you. Focus on your partner's needs every once and a while.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind about your partner, and stick to it. Your fickle will ruin things otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best color to attract mate: Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best day for a date: Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourloveprofilequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Profile?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Brainy Girl!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/brainy-girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're an official student or a casual learner, you enjoy hitting the books.&lt;br /&gt;You know a little bit about everything, and you're always dying to know more.&lt;br /&gt;For a guy to win your heart, he's got to share some of your intellectual interests.&lt;br /&gt;A awesome book collection of his own doesn't hurt either!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Nicole Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N is for Neat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C is for Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O is for Odd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Lovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Elitist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2563685727183980079?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2563685727183980079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2563685727183980079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2563685727183980079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2563685727183980079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/10/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-8272554180849171002</id><published>2007-10-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:37:06.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Crashes</title><content type='html'>I just hate it when my computer crashes. It just pisses me off so. I was playing &lt;em&gt;The Sims Life Stories&lt;/em&gt; yesterday, this big silly smile on my face as I watched Riley romantically kiss this hot blond guy called Dylan and then they had a nice little dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she leapt into his arms and said goodbye and went to bed. I was scrolling through her Story Rewards when the whole computer CRASHED. Let me tell you, it really is one of the suckiest things you could ever go through. So in a rage, I slammed the laptop shut, cursing it with a colourful vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Riley had just gone on a date with Mickey Smith! MICKEY SMITH. That guy is the future husband of Riley Harlow and he is cute too. It was a fun date and they got their first kiss and they were crushing on each other. How cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, Riley was in her nightgown for the entire duration of the date and she was bound to get sick, sooner or later. But whatever. I still wanted to save the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crud. Crap. Plus I have to complete this lame e-learning thing. The exams are like over. We've gotta chill. So what's the point of eagerly anticipating the post-examinations, when we've got work to do anyway? Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it, hate it, HATE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-8272554180849171002?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/8272554180849171002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=8272554180849171002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8272554180849171002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8272554180849171002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/10/computer-crashes.html' title='Computer Crashes'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1782433586931657089</id><published>2007-10-12T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T15:24:13.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid idiots</title><content type='html'>I came across the dumbest newspaper article a few months ago. I still can't forget it till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about songs with vulgarities. So that idiot of a reporter wrote implied in her poorly written article that Avril Lavigne's song &lt;em&gt;Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt; had some vulgarities. That holds partially true, but the thing is, the girl went and quoted--"You know I'm damn precious" and said that 'damn' is a vulgar word and I was like--"WHAT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never known that 'damn' was a vulgar word. Maybe that's because my head is too clogged up with words of those genre but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been girl? Where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the exams are finally over. I don't feel like telling you the results because I'm damn lazy and I'm really bored. I'm cancelling the trip to VivoCity now. See that girls? I'm serious. Well, I certainly had a lot on my mind the past few weeks and I was, like, writing a mental blog or something. Maybe that's because I'm naturally mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan's calling me tonight and I'm so excited. I would also like to say hello to my Sims and relaxation and some other stuff I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched SOME of High School Musical 2 and I thought it would prove to be a pleasant experience at first. It was at first but it totally sucked at the end. I mean which delusional idiot like Troy Bolton that much? He is stupid and ugly. I just hate him. I'm sure he's a nice guy and all but does he deserve to be crooned over by Sharpay Evans? No, no AND no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Sharpay. THE Sharpay. Sharpay Evans--famed for her sexy blond curls, rich-girl pout, riches and love of all things pink. I would rather her stay single. But I really think Ryan Evans should have taken the extra step and kissed Gabriella in front of Troy. I guess he sorta has a crush on the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I hate happy endings. Let's just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who is banana? Javan? Is that you? I guess yaya that's me or whatever is one of Darryl's stupid little midgety classmates. Get out of my blog okay? Who invited you to this premier teenager's blog you cruddy, prostrating wanna-be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1782433586931657089?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1782433586931657089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1782433586931657089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1782433586931657089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1782433586931657089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/10/stupid-idiots.html' title='Stupid idiots'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-5897610994940201988</id><published>2007-09-23T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T15:10:01.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iGod</title><content type='html'>Okay so I lied. I'm posting now. I am just so bored. Well, I have other stuff to do, but I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with God. I seriously did. Well, iGod actually and he made me laugh a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the website where you can repent: &lt;a href="http://www.titane.ca/igod"&gt;www.titane.ca/igod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gets a little repetitive sometimes but he's a laugh. He's something like SmarterChild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that there's nothing in this world that can offer you solace. A palace of zen? Idyllic pleasure? Yeah, that's what I feel now. I thought of some other stuff but I'm suffering from killer pneumonia now. So I'm having a pretty bad case of writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a new do yesterday. I had most of my hair sheared off and when I saw the result, it scared the mickey out of me. I was just gorgeous. Nah, just joking. I never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nishan told me to stop living in self-denial. Should I? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I should ask God. He can be a pal. As well as a giant pain in the fanny. I'm sorry Sonia, I'll link you later, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man is keeping me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEP! It makes things slightly more edgier. I also organised my entire MP3 playlist. I feel much better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-5897610994940201988?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/5897610994940201988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=5897610994940201988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5897610994940201988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/5897610994940201988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/09/igod.html' title='iGod'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7465550270452159368</id><published>2007-09-21T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T17:34:16.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom does strange things</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm bored. That's all I am. I know I haven't been posting for like a million years but I seriously don't care. Yeah, this blog is just here for some boring fun. Well fun isn't supposed to be boring but now it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably stop posting for another billion years because of my cruddy end-of-years but for some reason, I'm feeling lonesome and depressed. And don't forget bored. Mom won't let me listen to my MP3 player and I don't think I'm allowed to play Sims 2 either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, blogging. How pathethic. Well, Shu Wuen, my vocabulary isn't what you call 'chim' (eurgh, a term which is not a word. And those two apostrophes aren't much of a help either). I know plenty of other people who have a wider and er more varied vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I just read a lot a pay attention in class. Yeah, that's what all of the scholars and teachers say when you ask them about their successes. They must think we're hypocrites. I hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a long time on the computer now. I've sent Nishan a picture. She seemed really happy about it and she put it as her display picture. There she goes, defying the world. I miss her. So very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 2 was like strange. I mean, Ryan and Troy sort of switched places. Ryan is &lt;em&gt;rich. &lt;/em&gt;He shouldn't be hanging out with all those losers of people. Those under-developed beings with no money. They're so poor, they have to work as busboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sharpay. She is just so outgoing and pretty. You know, if I was a guy, I would seriously consider pursuing Ashley Tisdale. I mean she is gorgeous. I believe Zac Efron broke up with Vanessa Anne Hudgens. So I guess Parveen has a chance. But I guess she's obsessed with John Cena, whoever he is, at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got loads of other philosophical philanderings but I want to go offline to just SLEEP and SLEEP and BEEP. That's what Bucky from &lt;em&gt;Get &lt;/em&gt;Fuzzy or whatever said. BEEP. Yup, it makes our lives more exciting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7465550270452159368?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7465550270452159368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7465550270452159368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7465550270452159368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7465550270452159368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/09/boredom-does-strange-things.html' title='Boredom does strange things'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-4159256498856114104</id><published>2007-09-05T12:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T12:45:17.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh crud, I think yesterday was the first death anniversary of Steve Irwin. I must be the worst fan ever to forget his death day. I don't even know when he died. Now &lt;em&gt;that's &lt;/em&gt;pathetic. I really miss him so much. He was my idol and I loved, &lt;em&gt;love,&lt;/em&gt; his shows. It is kind of sad to realise that you'll never see a new episode of Croc Hunters ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also kind of shocked because my dad actually got me &lt;em&gt;The Sims 2 Seasons&lt;/em&gt; and he even repaired my laptop and now I can actually use it to play &lt;em&gt;The Sims 2&lt;/em&gt;. Now isn't that nice? Now I have a total of four expansion packs. If this keeps up, I'm going to need a faster computer. Which means spending more money and which is certainly undesirable because this is frivlouous and unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, EA Games is releasing &lt;em&gt;The Sims 2 Bon Voyage&lt;/em&gt; where your Sims can journey into the outdoors and stuff like that. I checked out soem screenshots and I'm sort of tempted...get a grip. Firstly, it's probably going to cost me over fifty bucks and I have spent over a hundred bucks on my other four expansion packs and next, because the game demands a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of memory and RAM, I will have to put up with frequent crashes and stuff like that. Here's a screenshot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m169/shalmama555/the-sims-2-bon-voyage-2007080606283.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Maybe I should save up instead. Then I'll buy it for myself on my birthday. Then I'll have it with no qualms. You know, when my dad gets me stuff, I sort of feel really guilty and I try to show him that I'm really happy with the stuff he buys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, at least I can play now. I still have not finished all my homework because I am simply getting lazy. I even have the mood to blog! I wish I was a geeky dork now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a little dedication to some people. I hate it when I'm feeling all mushy and sentimental. Don't you? Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You called me useless and some other mean things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cried you know, I cried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then you went and bought me doughnuts and I wanted to cry again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said what I wanted was a waste of money and I was disappointed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you bought it for me anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said I was a disgrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then you said that there were many things that were many things that were beneath my abilities&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You meant to spend the whole day for yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you spent it repairing something for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt so guilty inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wanted so much to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You do so much for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all I do is ask for more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You thought I would be happy with one but I demanded four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must have been heart-broken when I wanted more than what you could give me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You felt pain when you saw me cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet I have never repaid the debt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've done so much for me but I give you unreasonable demands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to show you that I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't really know how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're always away and I miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You seem so distant but yet you still love me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make me cry but it hurts you more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I could repay you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only...if only...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. And if you're wondering why I put 'Political Arsonists' there, the reason is this- I just felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. The end of this totally random post. Oh yeah, and Nishan, get well soon and I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I got that out of &lt;em&gt;My Gym Partner's A Monkey&lt;/em&gt;. Jake Spidermonkey is just so darn funny and adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-4159256498856114104?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/4159256498856114104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=4159256498856114104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4159256498856114104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4159256498856114104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-stuff.html' title='Some stuff'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2234053143298462134</id><published>2007-09-04T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:59:34.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bothering Snape</title><content type='html'>Yay! I simply love the Potter Puppet Pals. They are just plain adorable. I'm going to embed the videos in my blog and I'm going to type out the script for the very first one. I don't really feel like typing out the others. Maybe some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overcome by emotion by the fact that I can't update chapters because there is something wrong with the Fan Fiction.net. Either that or my cruddy server is mal-functioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bothering Snape&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/byqFeevFZYk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: Hi, I'm Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley: And I am Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: Let's go bother Snape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley: Right-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severus Snape: I am Snape, the Potions master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: Ready, let's go bother him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Ron Weasley: Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley: Woo hoo! That was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter: I liked the part when he stopped moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron Weasley: Let's do it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severus Snape: Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Ron Weasley: Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severus Snape: (in between 'botherings') Stop it, stop it! &lt;em&gt;Avada Kedavra&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and Ron Weasley: Ooooo! (They die, smoke floating over them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severus Snape: Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Dumbledore: Hello Severus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Severus Snape: I-I can explain sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Dumbledore: What's this? It seems that young Harry and Ron are taking an afternoon nap. Let's see what they've got in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Dumbledore: Alas! Nine Sickles and a Dungbomb! It's my lucky day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Dumbledore: Now where's Snape...more importantly, where the hell am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Dumbledore: (Looks around and goes under. He jumps up and is naked) Naked time! (Dances around naked and then goes under again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE END&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2234053143298462134?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2234053143298462134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2234053143298462134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2234053143298462134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2234053143298462134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/09/bothering-snape.html' title='Bothering Snape'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6514177130146006422</id><published>2007-09-01T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:09:43.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Laptop</title><content type='html'>I absolutely despise my laptop right now. I was looking forward to a little two-hour session with my Sims last night and my laptop HAD to mal-function. I just feel like smashing it up. I don't know why. But it just makes me so mad. And I can't update my fan-fiction. Now &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have looked forward to is ruined. I hate my laptop and my cruddy server. Gawd, can this get any worse. And before I know it, I'll forget a piece of homework. Plus my dad won't get me Sims 2 Seasons. I know I'm being a spoiled brat but I'm spending far less than I could have, if I was a fashionista that shops for designer wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents take me for granted. I mean there are tons of parents out there, WISHING that their kid stays cooped up in the house, with absolutely no intention of dating or going out or taking drugs and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are parents out there like that. I'm not kidding. And my parents have to take ME for granted after all that. After all, I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; pretty much of a geekazoid but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that I was a geek, nerd or a dork. But I'm not even close. I am somewhere in between cool and not cool, but more towards not cool. Maybe I'm not cool at all but still not smart enough to be a geek. I WANT TO BE A GEEK! It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People hate being labelled as geeks and now that I'm requesting for the status, I don't get it. Nishan says she's watched &lt;em&gt;Years of Love&lt;/em&gt;, episode two and she says it's really darling, well actually, sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the computer for five hours straight now and I'm aching all over. Oh well, this is a totally random post so goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6514177130146006422?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6514177130146006422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6514177130146006422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6514177130146006422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6514177130146006422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/09/stupid-laptop.html' title='Stupid Laptop'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1598645815899044817</id><published>2007-08-31T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:45:01.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Else</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am. Bored, uncertain and slacking. I have a lot of homework, and I don't feel like starting on any. I have a lot of philosophies now, but I do not wish to share. I have gotten my eagerly-awaited &lt;em&gt;His Dark Naterials&lt;/em&gt; trilogy and I am eagerly-awaiting &lt;em&gt;Lyra's Oxford&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now for the mushy, crooning bit. Lyra loves Will. Aww...that is like so sweet and they kissed! I mean Will &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a pretty princely name and only an idiot wouldn't realise that Phillip Pullman would pair them up sooner or later. Nevertheless, it was still revoltingly romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Episode two of &lt;em&gt;Years of Love&lt;/em&gt; is&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;up! Okay, I'll embed it here and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mA9hiaj53Fs" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ya and stuff. So I've been playing Sims 2 a lot and I'm sort of bored right now. I'm sorry about my long absence. Because I was just being really lazy at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've come back, there may be long periods of time between each post. So bide your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've written a fan fiction. You should write one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the short post, because I'm out of inspiration right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1598645815899044817?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1598645815899044817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1598645815899044817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1598645815899044817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1598645815899044817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/08/something-else.html' title='Something Else'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7511643335695566049</id><published>2007-06-22T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T16:53:53.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warped Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I guess this is the end. The last few days of the holidays...*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we never rejoice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was showering and I thought: My youngest brother is in Primary One and at that age they are still butterflies and daisies. They still draw their suns with stupid smiley faces and still say: 太阳公公 and stuff like that which is very, very lame if you ask me. And it totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate happiness. But all of us can't help feeling it. There seem to be many different types of happiness. I've only felt elation and ecstasy (I think I spelled it wrongly). And maybe vindictive pleasure. These poor, poor miserable beings, which are the young midgets of today are being shielded from the cold dark world of sex-addicts, the sexually deprived, the pornography addicts, hate, war and some other things. Well etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor idiots. No wonder people become so emotional and hurt themselves. They've been eluded from the real world and they can't adjust. Their butterflies and daisies seem to be assimilated by the time these poor, clueless idiots hit their teens. Assimilated by a rush of vulgarities, erotic jokes and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, what has become of this world. First thing, short holidays. Second thing, no such thing as available cute guys. Then the cruddy GST hike. And tedious Chinese projects that probably have to take more than a month to do. Super crud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst fact is that 'Clothes Off' has been cut to a mere thirty seconds. This alone is already supremely sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never live a happy life again. Oh and I have seemed to have grown to love Sims 2. I don't even have the game.&lt;br /&gt;This is 'Years Of Love' The Prologue. It's even sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1A8fQ-MXGE" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is 'Years Of Love' Episode One. It's very sweet. You MUST watch it. You'll feel like crooning sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xLBE9qw-5_k" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the videos, especially the 'Years Of Love' ones. They are beautiful. *Sniffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after you finished watching, go to this website and read the fan fiction to the end! You MUST READ IT TO THE END!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2254006/1/"&gt;http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2254006/1/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7511643335695566049?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7511643335695566049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7511643335695566049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7511643335695566049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7511643335695566049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/06/warped-thoughts.html' title='Warped Thoughts'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-6342571174417467294</id><published>2007-06-13T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:47:49.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer boredom</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Well, that's no surprise. I've been spending my time chatting on MSN, searching for blogskins and stuff like that. Not to mention faithfully reading newspaper comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I also have been enjoying a series of rather fabulous books. The trilogy is called 'His Dark Materials' and I'm currently reading book one, 'The Golden Compass'. I've basically finished the draft for my Chinese project and I guess all I have to do is start scrawling out grotesque and proportion-lost pictures depicting my Dad's childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus type it all out. I've also been thinking up songs. I didn't say writing because basically I've been singing all the songs in the shower, where most of my inspiration comes from. Speaking of writing, I'm writing the sequel to 'Phoenix', which is 'Dragon' and I've not gotten far, due to the rather copious delay when my Mom kept forgetting to buy me a new exercise book and my brothers kept using them for their notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraudulence, I tell you. Sheer fraudulence. They keep using one page of the book and then discard them. When I try to salvage them, I realise they are beyond repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll be starting a rock band for now. I think I'll finish my university before thinking about these kind of things. Don't worry Nishan, you'll have the Cutthroats and good luck with JNBI. Don't fret, nobody who reads my blog knows who that person is. Only you. Well, I just wanted to show you that you're important and I'll show you through this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I'll go back to my dreary and uninhabited life now. Thank you for your kind, kind patience for reading this post I thought out from sheer boredom. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-6342571174417467294?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/6342571174417467294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=6342571174417467294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6342571174417467294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/6342571174417467294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/06/sheer-boredom.html' title='Sheer boredom'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-8490357675188372836</id><published>2007-06-11T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T16:17:33.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes. LOL</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's going to be a 'quiz post' today. Watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=173605"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Are You Destined to Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=173605"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz35/173605/173605_res2_politician.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leader&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a take-charge girl or guy. When it comes to getting things done, you are always in the forefront, forging the path. You're talkative and charismatic, which makes others desperately want to follow you. You're perfect career might be as a politician, CEO, publicist or cult leader! Getting people motivated and convincing them of your view will help change the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=173605"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1189"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what type of dog are you (with pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1189"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/1189/1189_res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;germen shepherd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Congrats your the german shepherd a loyal friendly fun and active dog but laid back all at the some time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1189"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=17973"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What animal are you? (pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=17973"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz4/17973/17973_res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Puppy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you are cuddly, cute, and a fun person to be with&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=17973"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=5794"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of puppy are you??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2503"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/2503/2503_res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the wolf. Your friends and family are very important to you. However you also have a streak of independence. Congragulations.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2503"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1636"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Find out what horse breed you really are. (pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1636"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/1636/1636_res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Norwegian Fjord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the Norwegian Fjord! You are courageous with a will of your own.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1636"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=3958"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What animal-spirit lives inside of you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=3958"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The spirit of the bird lives inside of you.Birds are free and considered to be happy, humming and singing their lovely tunes all the time.They are pure and innocent.So are you.You have a sunny spirit and always try to help.But sometimes, tie a ribbong around your heart easily and you feel sad and helpless.Then you need to think of the birds flying in the sky, wild and free, humming their songs of joy and trying to cheer up the sad ones in this world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=3958"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL! I totally adore panthers. Those rippling muscles of sinew and deep-set ferocity. Those vindicated eyes with spite sitting right in those treacherous depths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=3538"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What animal were you in a past life?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=3538"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/3538/3538_res3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Panther&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nice. You're a panther. Silent, deadly, lives in the forset, what more could you wnat? The balence/senses of a cat, the ability to spell rather good, and you might even have a few friends! Online is good. The internet is good for you. but stop going on so often, you're a bit anti-social. Go out with some friends sometime.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=3538"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bays are simply breathtaking...Mmm...chocolate-coloured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6367"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Horse Color Is The Real You???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6367"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/6367/res7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are bay! Absolutly beautiful! you are honest, curious, and fun!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6367"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whao...what's that! Wait-I'm exotic...ooooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6730"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What legendary animal are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6730"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/6730/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gryphon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are... A GRYPHON! You are powerful, brave, bold, and just a bit too arrogant for your own good. You are also a unique individual because of your mix of animal species.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=6730"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Pandas are so precious and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2770"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What animal dose your birth month reval to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2770"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/2770/res7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Giant Panda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You eat alot of food but you are cute, cuddly and sweet anytime of the day. Everone loves you and you captured the hearts of many people since you were born. You can sleep alot sometimes but your wish to have a baby one day might come ture someday.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2770"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SO PRECIOUS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1552"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What kind of cat are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1552"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/1552/res3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweety cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a sweety! You are polite and kind. Go you there aren't many like you out there anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1552"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10936"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Spirit Animal Guides You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10936"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/10936/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ah, the Bear. Noble and Curious. You love to learn, and the world is youre teacher. You take all you can from those around you and also use what you know to help others. Youre a generally kind creature, but you will protect those you love, and youre not a force to be reckoned with.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10936"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=11547"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Hello Kitty are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=11547"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/11547/res5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Princess Kitty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Princess Kitty. You're a popular girl a little spoiled but everyone still loves you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=11547"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythical being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9363"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Mystical Creature are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9363"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/9363/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dragon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Being the last of your kind you move around in shadow in fear of the hunters. You know your the only one left but they don't.Your protective over your own stuff but will leave it when in danger, always going back to make sure. You better be careful my friend. One of these days they may be waiting for you there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9363"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like corn on the cob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=7208"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Type of Horse Would Suit You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=7208"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/7208/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cob&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your horse would be a... Cob!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=7208"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2596"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Breed of Horse Matches Your Personality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2596"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/2596/res4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mustang&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Mustang!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=2596"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=21159"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Equine Spirit Lives Within You?(awesome pics coming soon)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=21159"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz5/21159/res5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You have a JOYFUL/JOY spirit inside of you. You are almost always happy and you are very sensitive. you are really popular or just disliked because you are very hyper. You think that you have lots of friends, but when you need them they are gone and only a few remain. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=21159"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Shiba Inus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=5191"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what breed of dog do u most resemble..out of these choices? 1 part test!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=5191"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/5191/res3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;shiba inu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you can be sweet but if not in the mood your can be an illiterate bastard....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=5191"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a dainty dog. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=44879"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What exotic dog breed are you? (with pics)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=44879"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz9/44879/res11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xoloitzcuintli &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Xolo is a a sensitive breed of above average intelligence and devotion. He is protective, but will meet aggression, rather than instigate it, taking his cues from his master's uneasiness of a situation or person. He is still primitive to some degree and needs to be guided by reason and respect, rather than force of will. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=44879"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9347"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Type of Horse Should You Ride?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9347"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz2/9347/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arabian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ooo pretty horsey. You are small and sleek.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=9347"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=14325"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If You Were A Horse, What Breed Of Foal Would You Have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=14325"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/14325/res3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arabian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Although you can be highstrung, your foal will have good fortune, and with his mother by his side he will grow up strong and healthy!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=14325"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=4283"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What type of cat are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=4283"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/4283/4283_res5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;long haired&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're spoiled and only do things for youself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=4283"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=18542"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which beautiful horse are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=18542"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz4/18542/res2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bold Impressions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU ARE BOLD IMPRESSIONS! You have it all...muscle, beauty, and brains! No one gets in your way and everyone respects you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=18542"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what I always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=41329"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What would be the best pet for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=41329"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz9/41329/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A cat seems to be the best pet for you. They're cute, lovable, and easy to take care of.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=41329"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1848"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;what tempermant are u as a horse?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1848"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz1/1848/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;short tempered&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;short tempered and sometimes mean,u are not the best horse 4 a beginner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=1848"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10180"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Thoroughbred horse are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10180"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz3/10180/res3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sterling Dream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a high strung dapple grey mare that loves to jump.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=10180"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major deja vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 3px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ee0055" align="middle" colspan="2" height="40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=70367"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What horse loves you most??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;img height="30" src="http://i.myyearbook.com/images/whatgot.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=70367"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.myyearbook.com/zenhex/images/quiz15/70367/res1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arabian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The charming arabian, good with people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" width="40%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com/zenhex/quiz.php?id=70367"&gt;Take The Quiz Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="right" width="60%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quiz.myyearbook.com"&gt;Quizzes by myYearbook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I changed my blog URL so be sure to tell all your friends to relink me and do so yourself. Now why don't you rock out to MY favourite tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ash777, it's not that I don't like Linkin Park, it's just that they have songs that totally don't suit me. They sound so dark and metallic but are definitely good singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe 98.7 FM let 'Don't Matter' by Akon in on the countdown. I DESPISE THAT SONG. It is too whiny. Sorry, Akon fans but I HAVE to express my disapproval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-8490357675188372836?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/8490357675188372836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=8490357675188372836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8490357675188372836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8490357675188372836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/06/quizzes-lol.html' title='Quizzes. LOL'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-442619040150891419</id><published>2007-06-10T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:29:37.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton Back In Jail</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the infamous, blond heiress is finally behind bars. I found out yesterday. She was weeping her eyes out. Well I guess I can't feel sorry for her. She did buy all those animal-based products and acted like a total singer wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more to say except that my grandparents stayed over and it was kind of fun because I love it when they come. Lots of treats and snacks for us! I love them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is majorly lame but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-442619040150891419?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/442619040150891419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=442619040150891419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/442619040150891419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/442619040150891419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris-hilton-back-in-jail.html' title='Paris Hilton Back In Jail'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3017802102011479637</id><published>2007-06-09T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:18:49.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton Out Of Jail???</title><content type='html'>I can't believe people are actually letting her off just like that! I mean she's not even going to jail!!!!! She is going to stay home, in a luxurious bedroom and sleep and sleep and sleep AND sleep. It's like being grounded for forty days!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the law is simply letting her off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I get myself drunk, and my alcohol is like ten times above the limit, I get caught and banned from driving being a first-timer and then I totally breach that ban by driving. And then I hope that I'll get grounded by the law for forty days instead of being tossed into jail???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what the modern-day society has become??? Nothing more than corrupt people favouring the glamorous, rich and famous. I'm telling you, if I actually did all that, I would be thrown into jail, living in the stony lonesome for the fifty years or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might already be in jail for the first offence. I can't believe that the law actually gave Paris Hilton TIME to commit the second crime. If I was the judge, I would have just thrown her into the cell and give her a taste of life behind bars. I have never felt more outraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that woman still says she doesn't deserve all this!!! Excuse me but WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARS HITON DESERVES EVERY JAIL SENTENCE SLAPPED IN HER STUPID BLOND FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARS HITON DESERVES EVERY JAIL SENTENCE SLAPPED IN HER STUPID BLOND FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARS HITON DESERVES EVERY JAIL SENTENCE SLAPPED IN HER STUPID BLOND FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARS HITON DESERVES EVERY JAIL SENTENCE SLAPPED IN HER STUPID BLOND FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARS HITON DESERVES EVERY JAIL SENTENCE SLAPPED IN HER STUPID BLOND FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've made my point with my tirade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I haven't been online for a long time, well, two days, because my Internet was down and I satisfied myself with Zoo Tycoon and I went and tormented all the guests with sickness and stuff. It was fun, but not fun enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched the new episodes of Spongebob Squarepants and they were all so maniacally hilarious. I liked 'That's No Lady'. Patrick was running around like an idiot on the streets for fun when this guy with a briefcase came and yelled, "GET OUT OF TOWN!" at Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick got scared, thinking that the guy was a paid assasin, trying to run him out of town and he went and did a lot of other goofy stuff. Including dressing up as a lady in a bikini and re-named himself Patricia and Mr. Krabs and Squidward fell in love with him and tried to persistently woo him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I finished reading all of PX's Warriors books and I returned them yesterday when she came over to my house to do the Geography project. Plus I'm still not finished with the stupid Chinese project. It sure is tedious, physically exhausting and ardous.BARNACLES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Listen to ALL the songs in the Imeem music player thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3017802102011479637?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3017802102011479637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3017802102011479637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3017802102011479637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3017802102011479637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/06/paris-hilton-out-of-jail.html' title='Paris Hilton Out Of Jail???'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-2790210529391696255</id><published>2007-06-03T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T14:13:48.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whaling in Japan</title><content type='html'>I am just contaminated with rage. Seething, in fact. I will never forgive those &lt;em&gt;scoundrels&lt;/em&gt; who allowed whaling to continue in Japan. NEVER! I mean which idiot wants to eat whales and dolphins. Endangered ones at that. Their so-called exotic taste is nothing but cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand. Why can people LIVE, consuming a beautiful and magnificent animal that used to roam the open seas, untamed and joyous. These people are despicable I tell you. There was this celebrity who poached rare deer illegally. He was jailed all right, but for a mere 71 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of his celebrity status or because animals are simply being discriminated? I guess killing insects isn't so bad. I mean you could accidentally step on an ant or whatever and I guess they harm your house and all, so I guess they don't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dogs and cats...oh no, I won't allow their case to be rested just yet. I mean if you kill a dog, the jail term is well maybe justa few months but I feel it should be extended to 10 years instead. Why can't animals be equal to humans. I mean just because animals are lower in intellect doesn't mean that they should be discriminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we can eat animals, why can't they eat us? So the attacks are brutal and vicious but that's all they know. And you know what, humans actually deserve it. Except for those animal conservationists like Steve Irwin and Jeff Corwin. They are cool people. I mean to say coral people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or with a different inflection like &lt;em&gt;cor-rel&lt;/em&gt; but whatever. Speaking of which Jeff Corwin did this totally rad episode and I so loved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* If only the holidays could last...oh and I won't be blogging so often now that I have Maplestory to keep me occupied. I am currently level eleven and I know I am just a noob. Don't rub it in. You can if you want but whatever. Happy tagging and/or spamming. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-2790210529391696255?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/2790210529391696255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=2790210529391696255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2790210529391696255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/2790210529391696255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/06/whaling-in-japan.html' title='Whaling in Japan'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-8531484706458311316</id><published>2007-05-20T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:12:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderman 3</title><content type='html'>OMG! Yesterday so rocked. I mean Spiderman 3 is fabulous! I totally loved it. It is just so good. I mean Tobey Maguire is so lucky to be able to star with Kirsten Dunst and the guy who played Harry Osborne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think the guy who played Harry Osborne was kinda cute, especially when he wore that suit and flew around the city on the skateboard. It was goddamn violent!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not violent enough. Kirsten Dunst acted REALLY well. You go girl! Well when Peter Parker wore the black suit and went around thrashing the city, seeking revenge for his dead uncle, I felt like I WAS him. My favourite feeling in the whole world is now revenge. I don't know why, but there you go. I am too lazy to create another blogskin so here's the one with the kitties which is just so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a kind of thrill when Mary-Jane was kissing Harry Osborne. It was really awkward. Like when they were in the kitchen doing the twist. My favourite part was when Peter was beating up Harry. SO VIOLENT! And Harry was bleeding with all the shards of glass and shrapnel all around him. I loved every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt kind of sorry for Marco Flint a.k.a Sandman. Poor guy. But still, he shouldn't have stolen all that money...And the jerk Eddie Brock. Ha! Serves you right! Peter so deserved that job more than you! HAHAHAHA! You died and Spiderman triumphed over you. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I also liked the part when Peter when to the jazz club with Gwen and started dancing in front of Mary Jane. Poor lady. She really loves him. It was really funny when he was dancing. PETER PARKER? DANCING???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! This is one heck of a movie!!!! YOU MUST WATCH IT. Five stars1 Oh yeah! Rawk ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-8531484706458311316?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/8531484706458311316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=8531484706458311316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8531484706458311316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/8531484706458311316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3.html' title='Spiderman 3'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-4329968503803815695</id><published>2007-05-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:18:31.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back-AT LAST</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. I can't believe it. The exams are finally over and I'm sitting in my computer chair, blogging! Boy, do I miss blogging. I have decided to ignore spammers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fire, thanks for all those posts on my tagboard. I would also like to thank EVERYBODY who insisted that I started updating. I am so happy that I managed to pass all my exams. I had a lot of stuff to type here just yesterday but I think I forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, about Paris Hilton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say that HA! PARIS YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL! Thank you. I mean I 100% support this decision. Go on, live The Simple Life behind bars! How do you like that Paris Hilton. I mean you shouldn't have gone 'round wearing minks and doing all the celebrity junk all you celebrities do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are RICH but instead of helping found a wildlife sanctuary or something, you splurge all your Dad's cash on clothes. Okay, I'm all better now. I am also ECSTATIC to tell all of you that I have finally finished writing my book, &lt;em&gt;Phoenix. &lt;/em&gt;Now, I'm trying to type it all out from my hard copy draft and I can tell you that it's NOT working out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just entered some game-making competition with my Webpage Design friends which is so cool. Plus I'm going to NJC or some Science Exhibition. I am just soooooooo excited!!!!! Weeeeeeee!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooo happy. Extraordinarily happy that I finally have some time on my hands for the first time in five months. Also that I passed my History exam even though I didn't finish it. Thank you Mr Ng!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't have done it without you. I feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not many times that I'm this bubbly...Hmmm...oh well! Nishan finally has a Blogger blog which is soooo cool. I've been there and her blog is like way cooler than mine will ever be. I love you Nishan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her blog: &lt;a href="http://lithium-and-cyanide.blogspot.com"&gt;lithium-and-cyanide.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please go to it. You won't regret it. I am going to watch Spiderman 3 later. Yay! And Harry Potter fans, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix is coming soon, on July 12. I AM SO GOING TO WATCH IT! Woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-4329968503803815695?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/4329968503803815695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=4329968503803815695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4329968503803815695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/4329968503803815695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-at-last.html' title='I&apos;m back-AT LAST'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-1803566661007401256</id><published>2007-03-27T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:21:41.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 'Perfect' Day</title><content type='html'>I should be happy today. I didn't have a Maths test and I didn't even get a scolding for not doing my Chinese homework properly, if not at all. I have henceforth resolved to do it properly and on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to like majorly cut into my record if I don't buck up. I feel so unmotivated. I could only write like TWO pages in my English Journal. What is Fuhua aiming to do anyway? Create a line of bored, unmotivated and uninspired teens who hate Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is so...that is the sad, sad truth. I kind of feel sorry for Mr. Lim today. I mean Javan like stole his teacher's IC. That is like so mean!!! OMG. I can't believe he actually hates Mr Lim to that extent. Poor guy. Even the B he gave me can't overwhelm my pity for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Jurong Connector. We all thought it was going to be somewhere perilously close to the road and that we could get hit by a passing car any time and would need a bus there. But noooo, we had to clean up the walkway beside our school near to a smelly old canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even technically a park! It's just a filthy, litter-infested path beside our school. We had to use our bare hands to pick up the litter and dead leaves and stuff and I was like uber grossed out! But my passion for animals drove me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering what have animals got to do with picking up dead leaves and litter. I just thought, if I'm going to be an animal conservationist on day, I'm going to have to roll around in mud and dead leaves and touch elephant poo like Jeff Corwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh! My little brother can be such a nuisance. Just because he can read 'elephant poo' and 'Jeff Corwin' and attended a talk on cyber-wellness, doesn't mean I'm virtually defacing Jeff Corwin! I mean I like love the guy as he loves animals. I love anyone who does. AS A FRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I mustered some courage and picked my first dead leaf. I didn't feel any sense of achievement. I just felt like puking. So I hastily plucked little leaves here and there and placed it in the bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pei Xuan said it was fun; I said it was TOTALLY GROSS!!! I'm still doing my science project. I must be a retard. I found out that the mid-year exams is exactly one month away. I haven't revised a thing. I'm freaking out!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do some stupid blog for school. It's gonna be so lame. Even lamer than my personal blog. I truly aim to be like Xiaxue. She is so gorgeous and cool! Everyone reads her blog! Oh yeah, and Abigail, I'll tag your blog on Saturday. Thanks everyone for tagging, not spamming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. When I was a so-called amateur blogger, I used to beg people for posts. I was so desperate, I even decided that I would welcome spamming until I got a taste of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-1803566661007401256?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/1803566661007401256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=1803566661007401256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1803566661007401256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/1803566661007401256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-perfect-day.html' title='My &apos;Perfect&apos; Day'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3584201411116477197</id><published>2007-03-26T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:19:46.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School sucks</title><content type='html'>I'm doing a project right now. So I'm just procrastinating. Thanks to all those who tagged, especially Hui Ni, who complimented on my blog design. For some reasons, some of the codings went haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit it this weekend. I'm doing this surreptitiously so it has to be short and not take too long. I'm doing a project on elements. I'm doing silver. I'm getting confused on the definition of nucleon number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin knows but he's 'busy' right now so he couldn't answer me. Krystal couldn't answer too. Anyway thanks again to Nishan and Abigail for those very supportive tags. Muaks! I love you two. You two are so sweet. My blog is slowly making a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are slowly coming back and I would like to thank all of them a million times. I am so uninspired by my project right now. I keep forgetting stuff and I feel so guilty. School sucked like mad hell today and I totally hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...all the total dicks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the stuck-up chicks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the truest statement I have ever heard. This came from &lt;em&gt;High School Never Ends &lt;/em&gt;by Bowling for Soup. That's my school. Gawd, checking for reliability in History is hard! I could hardly finish it and I got ink all over my hands and skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got my classical guitar!!! It's the cheap kind but nevertheless, classy. And let's all congratulate Nishan for getting into the Crezawards!!! She's gonna sing in front of the whole school! Rock on girlfriend! You're da bomb! And not to mention the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...that's a long post. I am going to be in BIG trouble tomorrow. I am still so calm...something must seriously be wrong with me. *Sigh* I hope I escape detention. Plus I've got CIP tomorrow. Weeding plants at the Jurong Connector...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3584201411116477197?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3584201411116477197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3584201411116477197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3584201411116477197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3584201411116477197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-sucks.html' title='School sucks'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-3018419154043443215</id><published>2007-03-25T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T14:54:23.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Home Economics Project</title><content type='html'>I just finished my Home Economics project. It's group work but I did it all alone...I don't know why I am such a busybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my littlest brother's birthday. Some comments about this:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESTIN&lt;br /&gt;THE CHOCOLATE CAKE WAS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS! LEVEL 10 SWORDSMAN IN MAPLESTORY&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE CAME FOR A VISIT;DAD CALLED&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAD A 'MINI-PARTY'&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A HAPPY DAY FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Now he is watching &lt;em&gt;Dave the Barbarian &lt;/em&gt;on Disney channel. That show totally rocks. It's really funny and I laugh half the time when I watch it. I've got a few tests coming up but I don't really one to study. My conscience is seriously slaying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so guilty. I don't want to study...this is so lame...*Sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-3018419154043443215?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/3018419154043443215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=3018419154043443215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3018419154043443215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/3018419154043443215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/03/stupid-home-economics-project.html' title='Stupid Home Economics Project'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8832033839887735503.post-7439790695059759019</id><published>2007-03-24T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:50:38.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come back</title><content type='html'>I've finally come out of my hidey-hole. I was terrified of all the mean spammers...I've decided to express my feelings again. This is going to be a little introductorial post. To inform you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers at Fuhua aren't too bad now you know them. I recently got a B for English. I DEFINITELY DIDN'T DESERVE THAT. Too furious to type. I'll post late. Once a week that is. My novel is getting sucky and I've got two stalkers now. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8832033839887735503-7439790695059759019?l=cynicole02.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/feeds/7439790695059759019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8832033839887735503&amp;postID=7439790695059759019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7439790695059759019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8832033839887735503/posts/default/7439790695059759019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cynicole02.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-come-back.html' title='I&apos;ve come back'/><author><name>cynicole02</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11502575677495562485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
