<?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-5603502079362249268</id><updated>2012-01-04T10:21:54.523+08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='otaku  yaoi'/><category term='naruto'/><category term='poem'/><category term='jap name'/><category term='lol'/><category term='wishlist  pictures'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='tag'/><category term='otaku'/><category term='school'/><category term='endings'/><category term='FMA'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><category term='bitching'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='lucky'/><category term='brother complex'/><category term='pictures haiz school'/><category term='emo'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='otaku rant rage'/><category term='fail'/><category term='heavy stuff'/><category term='gayism'/><category term='review'/><category term='haiz'/><category term='society fail'/><category term='fangirling'/><category term='rant'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Asian Quick Stick</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't mind straight people as long as they act gay in public.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1726788088261348867</id><published>2012-01-03T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:37:34.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endings'/><title type='text'>2012: New Starts. To Everything.</title><content type='html'>This also means my blog. I've created a &lt;a href="http://theamazingchopsticks.blogspot.com/"&gt;new blog&lt;/a&gt;, mostly because this one is a part of me that was young and childish, and I decided to change. Yet this part of me was sheltered and I want to keep it here so I can remind myself of myself. In case I ever lose myself. Ah, those teenage years. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd most likely stop blogging in this one (no surprises there, I don't update that regularly for it to matter anyway) and concentrate solely on the new one. Hopefully with my new schedule I can wrangle more time out more frequently to update regular. Or at least regular enough to mean something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new blog is still in need of a makeover, so do forgive the lack of effort put into the thing, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here's to a&amp;nbsp; great year and a great start! Best of luck to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1726788088261348867?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1726788088261348867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1726788088261348867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1726788088261348867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1726788088261348867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-new-starts-to-everything.html' title='2012: New Starts. To Everything.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6730943627487988389</id><published>2011-12-02T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:08:38.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>FINALLY.</title><content type='html'>Oh good god, I can finally get to updating my dead blog wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is finally over (technically, no, but I'm not doing anymore studying.) and I am left with a lot time. There's so much things I want to do. &lt;strike&gt;Like learning how to drive a car hurrr.&lt;/strike&gt; I just want to take a break from it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly my dad was kind enough to allow me to enroll in the May intake for ADP, lolol. 5 months of freedom, I can finally get cracking on my bike, with my tennis racket (ILOVEYOUBB), dropping by Tsun Jin ever so often to see my awesome friends and bug them at EEDS, start playing my violin properly (although the bow needs to be replaced, damn), probably do some cooking or things, catch up on all those shows I want to watch &lt;strike&gt;(GLEE)&lt;/strike&gt; and all those books I've yet to buy. Oh, and blog regularly. How many times have I said that already? ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way. It's hard &amp;nbsp;to believe that high school is over, just like that. I mean, what happened?? First I was in Junior One, then suddenly BAM SPM AND SCHOOL'S OVER WTF. I spent five years of my life going to Tsun Jin High School. Everyday, for the same&amp;nbsp;repetitive&amp;nbsp;routine. Yet I still can't seem to get enough of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least next year I can still go back and see Chyi and Sushi... A few more years down the road and each of us will be in different parts of the world, doing different things. I'll miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already missing them now, wtf lol. This is when I start spamming their Facebook walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I've gotten fat.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends. Gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the point of this blog post, other than to confirm of my existence. I'll blog again (hopefully soon) when I clear and reorganize my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6730943627487988389?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6730943627487988389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6730943627487988389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6730943627487988389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6730943627487988389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/12/finally.html' title='FINALLY.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-5034059100201354643</id><published>2011-11-03T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T20:18:35.089+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Caution. This Is Not Written In A Sane State Of Mind</title><content type='html'>Indeed. I am feeling rather peculiar today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps &lt;a href="http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2011/10/adventures-in-depression.html"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;would better describe my feelings. I &lt;i&gt;am &lt;/i&gt;feeling rather lazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-5034059100201354643?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/5034059100201354643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=5034059100201354643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5034059100201354643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5034059100201354643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/11/caution-this-is-not-written-in-sane.html' title='Caution. This Is Not Written In A Sane State Of Mind'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2149605958504197195</id><published>2011-09-16T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T17:37:43.005+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>We're All Looking Forward To The Future</title><content type='html'>Because I don't think I'm going to live that long, and I honestly can't see myself five years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(On a completely unrelated note, I just watched The Men Who Stare At Goats this morning, and I'm loving that movie. It knocked Inglorious Basterds off the list.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway. I want to get into Taylor's College. I want to drive there everyday. Occasionally I would go back to Tsun Jin and pop in to see S3S3 (woot!) and EEDS. I want to make a lot of friends and we'd hang out together&lt;strike&gt; and wreck havoc upon campus&lt;/strike&gt;. I'm going to dye my hair a fantastic shade of red. I'll go on trips with my friends to Thailand, Singapore, Australia (and see Spoons), some parts of China. I'll live the glorious, happy, worry-less life. I want to go to a OneRepublic concert. I want to cycle again. I want to play tennis again. I want to buy a tablet and spend rainy days working on the stack of line-arts I've drawn these past four years. I want to get a pet hedgehog and bring it to parks and take pictures. I want to go to cosplay conventions with friends. I want to join the Debating Team, the Comic society and maybe even the Photography Club, the Drama society, or anything else that perks my interest. I want to be able to update my blog regularly and give it face lifts every now and then. I want to dabble in everything. I want to learn French. I want to paint. I want to be able to draw the entire day, pencils and ink pens strewn over my table. I want to make sea-salt ice-cream and bake cookies and cook dinner for my family and relatives. I want to &lt;b&gt;live &lt;/b&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I don't want another life where I have to wake up at 6.30 in the morning, wear the same uniform, pick up the same bag, wear the same shoes, meet the same people, do the same things, and then end the year thinking to myself, &lt;i&gt;what did I accomplish this year? Have I finished one of my pet projects? Have I done anything inspiring? Have I been totally immersed in doing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something I want&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt; And I have to ask myself, &lt;b&gt;Could I &lt;/b&gt;focus that much time and effort into something outside of schoolwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived this past 5 &lt;strike&gt;fucking &lt;/strike&gt;years of my life being stuck in a rut. I haven't improved anywhere. I have at least half a dozen unfinished pet projects lying around my room. I never have the time to sit down properly and JUST DO THEM. I always get told to not waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What use are they going to be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you learn anything useful for school?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't afford to spend time on these frivolous things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my dad asked me whether 'Sandisk' was the best thumbdrive brand out there. I zoned out for a while, and said, "I don't know." My mom commented that recently all I've said is "I don't know." or "I'm tired." And I honestly couldn't muster the energy to talk to her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even read the newspaper now. The only things I read are textbooks and workbooks and past year papers. I go on Facebook and click around and I close my computer again. I open my math text book, attempt a question or so, then close it. I pull out my Chemistry textbook and stare at the equations and formulas and names of acids and bases and their color and their state and whether or not they're soluble in water, or organic solvents, and their reactions with other elements. I do Physics past years without much thought. I scribble away on Biology papers. I stare out the window when I feel my head getting too full, and when I look back at the papers on my desk I find that everything has escaped out the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I repeat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2149605958504197195?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2149605958504197195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2149605958504197195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2149605958504197195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2149605958504197195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/09/were-all-looking-forward-to-future.html' title='We&apos;re All Looking Forward To The Future'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-3985076521512962218</id><published>2011-06-14T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:41:35.408+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Birthday Wishlist</title><content type='html'>...because I'm too cheap to buy all this for myself. Obviously &amp;nbsp;I think conning enough people into getting it for my birthday will help with my incontrollable shopping desires and weeping wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need, most importantly, a &lt;b&gt;violin tuner&lt;/b&gt;. Anyone who can manage to get me one, I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest &amp;nbsp;here are books, listed in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Small Hand (A Ghost Story) [Susan Hill]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Magician's Guild/High Lord/The Novice [Trudi Canavan]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will Grayson, Will Grayson [John Green &amp;amp; David Levithan]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Less-Dead [April Lurie]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hunter Games trilogy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slice of Cherry [Dio Reeves]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie [Alan Bradley]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag [Alan Bradley]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Case of the Missing Servant [Tarquin Hall]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Baker Street Letters [Michael Robertson]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Yes, this is a desperate attempt to beg for books. I HAZ NO MOAR! DDD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-3985076521512962218?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/3985076521512962218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=3985076521512962218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3985076521512962218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3985076521512962218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/06/birthday-wishlist.html' title='Birthday Wishlist'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2557267556124503318</id><published>2011-05-15T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T16:32:15.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><title type='text'>I'm Doing the Gandalf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8579522/gandalf-vs-dumbledore_large.jpg?1302133502" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8579522/gandalf-vs-dumbledore_large.jpg?1302133502" width="115" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing pwns Gandalf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2557267556124503318?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2557267556124503318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2557267556124503318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2557267556124503318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2557267556124503318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-doing-gandalf.html' title='I&apos;m Doing the Gandalf.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4874401275010929314</id><published>2011-05-15T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T15:31:38.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><title type='text'>Being Inconsequential</title><content type='html'>I understand that I have not updated in a scandalously long time, and even now I just dropped in to get some stuff off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates, so you can skip the pathetic rant later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My PSP was fixed, thanks to that guy in Times Square. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I haven't read KHR since mentioned in the last post, so I totally don't know the direction of where ever it's going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I totally died in the HELP Debate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that I have self-esteem issues.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a better reason to live.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perhaps Science stream isn't for me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an Obsession (yes, it's capitalized.) with Kingdom Hearts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More specifically, Roxas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roxas is my religion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need more sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mum has issues with me, and she's playing favorites to my brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though I love my brother and all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I screwed up this exam too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C2age!!!! It's got the most perfect timing ever! But guess what? None of my friends can accompany me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...and my mum says I cannot go alone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FUUUUUUUUUUUUU---&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's basically a very very concentrated version of whatever shit happened recently. Those I can think of, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a longer post/rant I actually planned for yesterday, but it's full of emo and angst and insecurity so screw it I'm not going to make my blog more negative than it already is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need more time in my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4874401275010929314?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4874401275010929314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4874401275010929314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4874401275010929314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4874401275010929314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-inconsequential.html' title='Being Inconsequential'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1018836064256270077</id><published>2011-03-14T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T14:16:09.881+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Nerd Rage</title><content type='html'>I must live with the knowledge that Bear Bear and Goldfish has finished Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep in much less time than I used to get my characters up to the level they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to live with the fact that my PSP has gone all sorts of wrong, and that formatting it and trying to hack it with my uber awesome noob skillz is just a waste my time. In my defense, I spent around 4 hours repeating the same action. Hack, pray, fail, sigh, hack, pray, fail, sigh, hack, pray, fail, sigh... You sort of get the gist. Now I'm putting all hopes on other technology nerds to help me fix my baebii so I can play on it. (I wither at the thought of playing Terra's. I have to go through the boss again. I mean, I was &lt;i&gt;IN THE MIDST&lt;/i&gt; of destroying it when my baebii died. WHAT THE-) I mean, I missed last year's year-end holidays, this year's CNY holidays, and NOW I AM GOING TO GO WITHOUT MY BAEBII FOR THIS HOLS? &lt;u&gt;OVER MY DEAD BODY.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So now, I have a week to scout out a decent tech nerd and have him fix my baebii for me, hope he won't crap rip me off (being a supreme awesome noob that I am) and hopefully have enough time to at least move to the other worlds on any of my characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto another point in my continous case of nerd rage, KHR is starting to get very irritating. Right now I'm onto chapter 329, where Enma turns into this ugly mindless killing machine (so. not. cool.) and Daemon is an ass AND IS HE GOING TO RAEP CHROME?! Oh no, he's not, he's going to undo his 'mind control'. This is apparently to lure Mukuro out. Does he not know that Hibari will bite him to death if somebody else fights his enemy before he does? I mean like wow. Also, since when does Chrome have those C cups? From the very first time we've been introduced to her she's got modest boobs but now it's like O_O. I'm thinking too much into this. Also, she's going to 'sacrifice herself' so that Mukuro doesn't get tricked to fight Daemon and most likely die (but then again, the Vongola Tenth &amp;amp; Family never dies. They magically recuperate. LIKE YAMAMOTO. WHATTHEHELL IS HE DOING IN BATTLE.) Obviously Mukuro will appear, and then they'll talk cock, sing song and play mahjong all the while CHROME IS DYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM WHERE SHE IS BEING TIED UP WITH MISSING VITAL ORGANS. My mind, it does not comprehend.&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I'm either in a bad mood or I've 'seen the light' but KHR doesn't make me fangirl anymore. Occasionally I still do, but not often. Perhaps I'm nerd raging over my baebii. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan's 9.0 magnitude (it raised from 8.9 to 9.0. That is just scary.) earthquake/tsunami is mind-blasting. Imagine that ridiculous volume of water being backed by the sheer amount of power, and it all comes crashing down &lt;i&gt;on your house&lt;/i&gt;, but that doesn't matter, because by then half of Malaysia will be gone and no one will bother about you because you're a nobody and everybody else is suffering the same fate anyway. Wow my mind amazes myself sometimes. That aside, I'm tired and I've gotten fat. OH THE HORROR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1018836064256270077?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1018836064256270077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1018836064256270077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1018836064256270077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1018836064256270077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/03/nerd-rage.html' title='Nerd Rage'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-9076891517004119429</id><published>2011-03-10T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T18:32:57.703+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>(Major) Understatements</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've apparently missed about a month's worth of blogging. Considering one month's worth of blog posts (coming from, well, me) isn't much, I suppose I could catch up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-terms just ended and I don't feel elated (understatement) but instead a cold ebb of fear deep by the corners of my stomach. This probably has something to do with the fact that Parents' Day is OMFG LESS THAN TWO WEEKS AWAY and I sort of drifted by during my exams. Y'know, being confident and all... (MAJOR understatement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I blew my mid-terms. I don't think I can care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating tomorrow. D: Despite what our new coach told us, (Ms Atiq is a lovely, lovely person.) I am still feeling the butterflies in the process of spawning, and also slightly worried about my humor. Perhaps reading too much Skulduggery Pleasant in two days isn't that much of a good idea. It has turned my usually wicked humor into something less... wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole week of holidays. Can you imagine? The relief, the delight, the Elysian peace.... and I can breathe at last! (cookies to those who know where that line came from!) So many things I want to do... But firstly, Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-9076891517004119429?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/9076891517004119429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=9076891517004119429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/9076891517004119429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/9076891517004119429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/03/major-understatements.html' title='(Major) Understatements'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-8382514348641588989</id><published>2011-01-31T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:33:31.683+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><title type='text'>Frustration Is Unbecoming</title><content type='html'>I absolutely hate earholes. They're annoying and they never seem to heal properly and my mother keeps telling me NO, YOU CANNOT WEAR THE PRETTY PRETTY EARRINGS. What is the point of earholes besides? I don't understand my earholes, IT IS SO HARD TO GET THOSE DAMNED ASLFKSDSDAJFLSK STICKS IN. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;WAIWAIWAIWAI-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, Facebook seems to be at loggerheads with me especially on the whole uploading pictures front. No, I don't appreciate being logged out of FB every two minutes, ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM EDITING THOSE PICTURES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a little of my frustration through the help of some friends, so I'm feeling a little better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(This seems inappropriate. The content and the greeting is not even remotely related.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-8382514348641588989?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/8382514348641588989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=8382514348641588989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8382514348641588989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8382514348641588989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/frustration-is-unbecoming.html' title='Frustration Is Unbecoming'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-8881636633749065487</id><published>2011-01-27T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:02:31.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>ANYONE IN THE CNY HYPE YET????</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or is Chinese New Year getting less attention than ever? What happened to all the festive songs and food and celebration and general hyperactivity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mean. Just selling stuff that has something, no matter how vaguely, to do with the Rabbit does NOT make it a festive celebration. MY MUNNY MAGIKALLY DISAPPEARS EVERY TIME I GO UP THERE WTFFFFF- but anyway. Bangsar put up some rather pretty decorations. Red lanterns! So cute! We just finished smothering our classroom in pink paper chains and tacky ang pow paper crafts this afternoon. Yet somehow, I don't really feel the CNY atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY is supposed to be a time of fun and party and lots of laughter and the general happy feeling. Yet all my friends are busy doing society stuff (granted, it's for the spring festival, BUT STILL) and all my teachers are loading homework upon homework on our backs (granted, it's our SPM year, BUT STILL) and then there's this incredible subtle stress which comes from EVERYWHERE. It's like I can't even let myself relax and enjoy my holiday now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention how I keep dithering on the brink of feeling unwell and downright sick, so it's terrible for me to try to pay attention in class when the fan is right above my head. At least 5 people questioned whether I should even be at &amp;nbsp;school or not. :'D Aww I lubb jo guys! (Yes, I have awesome friends.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Inception soundtrack, however great it may be, is not a very good CNY mood starter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-8881636633749065487?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/8881636633749065487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=8881636633749065487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8881636633749065487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8881636633749065487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/anyone-in-cny-hype-yet.html' title='ANYONE IN THE CNY HYPE YET????'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2779329521346330967</id><published>2011-01-21T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:55:34.533+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>My Hair Shocks Everybody. All the Time.</title><content type='html'>When I walked into school today with my new haircut, I knew I was in for a ride. Again. This happened with the last style too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;DANNY I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU. :'DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now "Punk" to Henry, who says that because apparently my hair now resembles what punks would have. I fist-bump with him. WHY THE HELL AM I DOING FIST BUMPS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishtail said my hair was "lap sap" and I will do something that may or may not threaten his future offspring. HELLO. (Okay, so was joking. I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I was otherwise told that my hair was damn cool. &lt;i&gt;Yeeeaaaahhhhhh!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa expressed mirth, Xiao Rui disapproved and Mr Abby gave me the Absolute Look of Horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I love my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTmQKtKiBCI/AAAAAAAABdY/zC_FWoRCxXQ/s1600/IMG_4330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTmQKtKiBCI/AAAAAAAABdY/zC_FWoRCxXQ/s400/IMG_4330.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&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/5603502079362249268-2779329521346330967?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2779329521346330967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2779329521346330967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2779329521346330967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2779329521346330967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-hair-shocks-everybody-all-time.html' title='My Hair Shocks Everybody. All the Time.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTmQKtKiBCI/AAAAAAAABdY/zC_FWoRCxXQ/s72-c/IMG_4330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7545425932376200215</id><published>2011-01-20T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T17:02:27.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Color Your Own Cookie!</title><content type='html'>COOKIE MONSTAAAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyways. My sister and I did this amazing job of coloring Hello Kitty... then &lt;b&gt;eating&lt;/b&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Was. The. Bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf3-XhDvgI/AAAAAAAABcw/t3_wk4UIomU/s1600/IMG_2986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf3-XhDvgI/AAAAAAAABcw/t3_wk4UIomU/s320/IMG_2986.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's pretty expensive though, but it was a very fun experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4JRCi9cI/AAAAAAAABc0/XOWAnOf9DP8/s1600/IMG_2988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4JRCi9cI/AAAAAAAABc0/XOWAnOf9DP8/s320/IMG_2988.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what we had to work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4VEaOkII/AAAAAAAABc4/i_wgBDY6ZeM/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4VEaOkII/AAAAAAAABc4/i_wgBDY6ZeM/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Green apples!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We colored really hard, like kids. HEY. WE'RE STILL YOUNG, Y'KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4YR5DIkI/AAAAAAAABdA/k-MnC-dtmds/s1600/IMG_2995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4YR5DIkI/AAAAAAAABdA/k-MnC-dtmds/s320/IMG_2995.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(You can tell who did which.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4fXAMdjI/AAAAAAAABdI/5-XkzmHXXl0/s1600/IMG_3001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4fXAMdjI/AAAAAAAABdI/5-XkzmHXXl0/s320/IMG_3001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*bite*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4gxgUuMI/AAAAAAAABdM/FXgbT2qHfkc/s1600/IMG_3003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4gxgUuMI/AAAAAAAABdM/FXgbT2qHfkc/s320/IMG_3003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*CHOMP*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4aetFNjI/AAAAAAAABdE/6wMSx63BW7g/s1600/IMG_2999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4aetFNjI/AAAAAAAABdE/6wMSx63BW7g/s320/IMG_2999.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Note that my sister's HK is crying red tears...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4iyHhGXI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ut4ZprXSvaI/s1600/IMG_3004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4iyHhGXI/AAAAAAAABdQ/Ut4ZprXSvaI/s320/IMG_3004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4kCYL48I/AAAAAAAABdU/9JbOlUqJVyI/s1600/IMG_3005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf4kCYL48I/AAAAAAAABdU/9JbOlUqJVyI/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We cleaned up the rest of the murder scene without the cops coming to arrest us. If I had a chance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I WOULD SO WANT TO DO IT AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7545425932376200215?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7545425932376200215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7545425932376200215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7545425932376200215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7545425932376200215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/color-your-own-cookie.html' title='Color Your Own Cookie!'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTf3-XhDvgI/AAAAAAAABcw/t3_wk4UIomU/s72-c/IMG_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-8059934253189969122</id><published>2011-01-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T23:04:56.887+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I Do Things For Reasons I Do Not Comprehend</title><content type='html'>...but it is apparently for my own good. I was curious as to why I deleted the comicfiesta forum bookmark off my bookmark tabs, but after hanging around the place for the past hour or so, it dawned on me that my past self, in a phase of sudden clarity, deleted it to keep the future/present me out of harm's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this urge to spend hundreds of ringgit on a few more costumes already. RO's hunter costume, because it is RO, and nothing can beat RO. Also my recent (okay, so I've been harboring it for some time now...) obsession with Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep and when Bear asked me to draw Aqua earlier today had me thinking of cosplaying her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my plans never go accordingly. My young Sasuke costume which cost me a fair amount of cash for newbie exp points is still stashed deep in my cupboard. &lt;i&gt;Deeeep&lt;/i&gt;. There is definitely no way I'm going to cosplay this year ("SPM! STUDY AND GET INTO STANFORD!" Liek omg man STFU!!!) so... *pokes Taylor's Cosplay Club*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, this is being highly unfair! I've planned year after year of cosplay events and something comes up last minute&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all the time!&lt;/b&gt; I've done this for close to four years now, okay? AT LEAST LET ME HAVE A COSPLAY PHOTOSHOOOOOOT. D: (Or find some cosplayer friends. TJ people have this &lt;i&gt;strange&lt;/i&gt; aversion to the camera...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have to wait until collage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, WHAT TO DO. This is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I should stop reading inspirational stories. They make me want to kill myself earlier and go to heaven sooner. (Yes, that is totally not the point of inspirational stories, I know.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-8059934253189969122?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/8059934253189969122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=8059934253189969122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8059934253189969122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8059934253189969122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-do-things-for-reasons-i-do-not.html' title='I Do Things For Reasons I Do Not Comprehend'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1747226949141415648</id><published>2011-01-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:59:21.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gayism'/><title type='text'>Insertion of Whiny Self-Centered Rant</title><content type='html'>I must warn people first that I am extremely biased towards Justin Bieber AND his Bielibers (or however the hell you spell 'em) therefore this post WILL MOST DEFINITELY include bad words against JB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(However, this post will eventually turn to Adam Lambert, so you could skip everything until you see the red stars. Well, unless you hate Adam Lambert, then you can stop reading my blog altogether. I kid, I kid. Maybe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you may feel offended, you may leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving a lot of space so you won't 'accidentally' read what would perhaps, anger you so much you'd hate me for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't think I would particularly care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All gone? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me say that I don't have anything against his singing. I'm not going to criticize his singing. His singing is okay, even though he sounds like a teenage girl with a particularly whiney voice. His songs are like Lady Gaga's, it's catchy and then you start hating yourself for singing it. Yes, that has happened to me tons of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I hate is how everybody is worshipping him now. C'mon, he's 16. Technically speaking, HE SHOULD BE IN HIGH SCHOOL BREAKING HIS MIND OVER CALCULUS. But noooo, he's going to go around the world SINGING SONGS and SMILING AT FANGIRLS who are going to FAINT because LIEK OMG IT'S JUSTIN BIEBER OMGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have nothing against cougars, but hello, he's a kid who hasn't reached puberty. THAT IS SORT OF WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why Bangsar, of all places? Why, did you think that everybody who lives in/near/around Bangsar would be automatically categorized into JB Fans, therefore PROFIT! ...Yes, I think that's what the organizer would think. YEAH WELL SCREW YOU TOO. I COULDN'T EAT MY ROTI CANAI IN PEACE THIS MORNING I TELL YOU. HELLO. FOOD OF GODS WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand how he is considered 'attractive'. His hair, IMHO, is completely retarded, his smile does not make me swoon, and basically, if he walked up to me doing that hair flip, I would be repulsed. Of course, he wouldn't have a chance to do that, BECAUSE HIS FANGIRLS WILL BE THERE. FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I shall break away from JB, and because I don't want to waste too much time on him, I have no solid point against him, and it is all biased comments. Yes, I know that. Yes, I know a lot of people will hate. No, I don't think I would care very much. No, I do not agree that I should die. JB fans will always be in the dark corner of my mind jailed together with Twilight fans (most likely the same people, anyway) and there's nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get to talk about Adam Lambert, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also completely biased, I know. But hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I want to say I heart him because of his looks. &lt;s&gt;(and that he's gay.)&lt;/s&gt; When I first saw his picture in the Star (I do not watch AI. At all.) listing all the contestants, I was very impressed. I especially loved his hair, because it was exactly like my idea of Perfect Hair. Yes, that was capitals. It is Perfect Hair, right down to his blue highlights. Kris Allen is cute too, but Adam charmed me off my feet. And that was just his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.buddytv.com/usrimages/usr100109447/100109447_e59a621c-dcbd-4307-879d-e38b1f5e7284-ai8-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.buddytv.com/usrimages/usr100109447/100109447_e59a621c-dcbd-4307-879d-e38b1f5e7284-ai8-cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THEN HIS SONG APPEARED IN 2012.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that completely won me over. After that I became insanely obsessed with him, to the extent of doing this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTMRtBZJhPI/AAAAAAAABcs/n8PmvdMLRwk/s1600/IMG_0952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTMRtBZJhPI/AAAAAAAABcs/n8PmvdMLRwk/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Chemistry finals the next day, but HELLO THIS IS &lt;b&gt;ADAM LAMBERT&lt;/b&gt;. The poster of him is amazingly cute. (cue insane giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone go see his concert (except Phyllis, because... yeah.)? Or watched the video? His charisma. Hell, my sister (who have only heard his songs from me, haha) agreed he was completely mesmerizing. (I am using the word 'completely' waaaayy too much.) He goes up on stage and then he completely (see??) floors you with all that glam and drama and THIS IS ADAM LAMBERT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT, HELLO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sounding like a crazy fangirl, but what the &lt;i&gt;effff&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't particularly like him with sparkly purple hair, but he looks really really good in black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, he's &lt;i&gt;cute&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't see Kris Allen around anymore. Is he just going to leave us with &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; Live Like We're Dying? JUST ONE SINGLE &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;LAJLDSHLSDJFLSDKJFLSD&lt;/span&gt; WHYY I WANT MOAR.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;My mom is yelling at me to go to bed, but I don't want to care anymore. I still have tons of homework.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. I wonder when he's coming back to Malaysia. Or even better, I'll just watch his concerts in the US. &lt;s&gt;CUZ THEN I CAN SEE THE KISS-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah 'kay I'll go to sleep now. G'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1747226949141415648?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1747226949141415648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1747226949141415648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1747226949141415648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1747226949141415648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/insertion-of-whiny-self-centered-rant.html' title='Insertion of Whiny Self-Centered Rant'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TTMRtBZJhPI/AAAAAAAABcs/n8PmvdMLRwk/s72-c/IMG_0952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-5595697602717168660</id><published>2011-01-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:27:56.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Departures</title><content type='html'>That movie always have me crying. I've watched it three times. And Money No Enough 2. I've watched it twice. And all those short movies which turn out to be advertisements that's being shared around on facebook, I cry at those too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mom gets home I'm going to whine at her for giving tear ducts that can't stop itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that family is really important to me. Especially when it involves grandmothers and their ever busy kids. That they just leave the grandparents alone until it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selfish. I'm always thinking of the delicious food my grandmother makes every Chinese New Year without thinking of how tired she is, trying to prepare so much for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She recently sprained her ankle and I was suddenly aware of how empty her apartment is when it's not Chinese New Year. Every time I go there's tons of people, so I never feel so, but it's true. When we leave, it's just her and her eldest son who's usually out the whole day or on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just her and her chinese dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so incredibly sad now, I should really go to sleep or else I'm going to cry at school again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-5595697602717168660?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/5595697602717168660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=5595697602717168660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5595697602717168660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5595697602717168660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/departures.html' title='Departures'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1016428561973117560</id><published>2011-01-11T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:40:40.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gayism'/><title type='text'>I JUST DON'T KNOW ANYMORE</title><content type='html'>I wanted to quit with the whole emo thing, but no. You get more teenage angst, HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting addicted again. I WANT TO BE GOOD. I really try, but then I see the colorful yellow and I think of silvery white and I see sparks and hear great SFX and then my mind goes blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think about this until my head explodes, so let me just say, that this year's society is going to be quite frankly, uncomfortable for me. I WANT &lt;b&gt;LUNCH&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;i&gt;OUT&lt;/i&gt; OF SCHOOL. Preferably with CAT and the two gaytards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. On another note, even though I still get excited about yaoi, I'm just not so into it anymore. I think this has something to do with the addiction mentioned above, but yeah. :\ Or it's just SasuNaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOKUDERA I STILL WORSHIP YOU. PLZ HAZ MOAR SCREENTIME. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1016428561973117560?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1016428561973117560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1016428561973117560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1016428561973117560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1016428561973117560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-just-dont-know-anymore.html' title='I JUST DON&apos;T KNOW ANYMORE'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1761891701368410596</id><published>2011-01-06T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:45:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And So On</title><content type='html'>This may perhaps have got something to do with this song in my head that starts off like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If I die young&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wrap me up in satin&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And lay me down&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On a bed of roses&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sink me in the river&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At dawn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Send me away&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;With the words of a love song&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrr damn you red.fm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1761891701368410596?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1761891701368410596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1761891701368410596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1761891701368410596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1761891701368410596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-so-on.html' title='...And So On'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1827539790538914507</id><published>2011-01-06T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:15:19.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Don't Know</title><content type='html'>Perhaps I need help, because I don't think this is the sort of things a 16-going-on-17 teenage girl thinks of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to all: Extremely moody week ahead. Or perhaps I will turn over a new leaf, for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1827539790538914507?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1827539790538914507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1827539790538914507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1827539790538914507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1827539790538914507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-still-dont-know.html' title='I Still Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-5705079550435731168</id><published>2011-01-06T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T22:12:13.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heavy stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>This Says So Much.</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I always have amazingly weird ideas in the shower. About an hour ago I was wondering what it'll be like for me if I have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, cancer. It's not like I know anyone who has cancer. I didn't even have a specific cancer in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhows I know I'd be angry. Really really angry, because I'm not the kind of saint who would smile and try to make the best of their short life. I'm just not a saint in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I was thinking up my imaginary (angry) blog post that I noticed I have an amazingly flawed personality and &lt;i&gt;I do nothing about it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could always try to change, but I never wanted to. I complain about so many things and I bitch about people/things/stuff a lot but when I think about it, oh god, I hate myself so much. I'm an inconsiderate selfish bitch whom people try to avoid, because I'm noisy and loud (and inconsiderate, but I already said that, right?) and I like to hit people for no particular reason, and even though I'm always going on about guys who are sexist, I'm sexist in the way that means I ask them to do stuff for me 'because they're guys.' &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I feel so bad now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly have any respect for any of my teachers, let alone my peers. I'm overconfident and when somebody threatens me in that position I'm running away and hating him (but he was an ass anyway) and somebody please kill me now. I don't understand why someone could still befriend an arrogant annoyance like me. I wonder if they would, if they understand all these horrible thoughts running through my head all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyi, Sushi, you guys are amazing. I love you guys to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis, because you're Phyllis. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and XR, because honestly you two were my closest best friends that (I hope) will always be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR and ST, because you two are wonderful, and I know you guys will always be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akane, because she's been around for like... forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Woei, you are an ass and you don't deserve your own mention, but hey you're never going to see this and since I'm being all open tonight, you're good. I know you're good. Just keep up the good work, you're going to surpass me. (Of course, you have the whole 'good boy' thing going on which the teachers just absolutely &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;, and GARH it annoys me to no end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, because he was my idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, because everyone loves her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom, because she's always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, because he teaches me stuff, even when I resent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denise &amp;amp; family, because they gave me the best childhood ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I feel like I'm writing a suicide note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I really want to kill myself and start over.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-5705079550435731168?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/5705079550435731168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=5705079550435731168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5705079550435731168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5705079550435731168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-says-so-much.html' title='This Says So Much.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-8206929780611777452</id><published>2011-01-01T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:23:57.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>New Year?</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in Taiwan. I'll be back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there will ever be a detailed blog post about my trip to the US. (you guys know how my blog posts about my vacations turn out...) but there are, of course, highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw Wong2, talked, ate, moped around because I couldn't finish my burger. Great fun. Wong2 grew so much taller. D: Damn american food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DISNEYLAND.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;met up with &amp;nbsp;my brother. Won't be seeing him again for quite some time. D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skiing is fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SNOW. You know what that means.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stuck in airport because of aforementioned snow. D:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mom nearly threw up on the plane to Taiwan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Year's celebration in Taiwan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;There are times when I wish this trip would never end, when I cried, when I argued, when I wished I was back in Malaysia, when I wished for any tropical country, when I stuffed myself fat, when I want to hug all my amazing friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys on the third. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-8206929780611777452?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/8206929780611777452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=8206929780611777452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8206929780611777452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8206929780611777452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year?'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6037514498538324661</id><published>2010-11-28T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:37:18.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Leavin'</title><content type='html'>Ahh~ I hardly found the time to blog~ &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to the Mines on Wednesday with Ru and ST (because they are so awesome. Like rly.) Ru's &lt;a href="http://carolynru.blogspot.com/2010/11/20101125-i-love-today-x.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; because I am &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent two days at Genting with S3 and slept for two hours before living off mocha and Mountain Dews. Pictures are on fb, because if I blogged about Genting in the last post. Everything is about the same, expect more rain and fog. Also everything is 67x more crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma is now staying at my aunt's because we're leaving so I don't get to eat amazing food anymore. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we're leaving on December 1st for the US, my cupboard is being cleaned out and two trips to Uniqlo ensured warm clothing. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back on the 2nd of January. LIKE OMG SCHOOL. ;A; Jet laaagggg!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Ru and ST again tomorrow to watch Rapunzel at Mid Valley &lt;s&gt;and read BL afterwards&lt;/s&gt;. :D We get so high when we're together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay obligatory blog post done. Farewell, readers. We shall meet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6037514498538324661?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6037514498538324661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6037514498538324661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6037514498538324661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6037514498538324661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/11/leavin.html' title='Leavin&apos;'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7462927288861259946</id><published>2010-11-22T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:47:41.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like Doing Something Counterproductive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GZDQF8B9L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GZDQF8B9L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just finished reading &lt;i&gt;Misfortune&lt;/i&gt; by Wesley Stace wh&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;ich I'm sure was very taxing to write because it was very taxing to read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as some of you may know, my holidaying is sort of rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Too tired. I will make this a very boring tldr post. I still have so many things to do.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went up to Genting with my parents and aunts and grandma for the 凤飞飞 concert. My sister and I, on the other hand, indulged in random acts of insanity which involved tears, dry vomiting and cup noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will perhaps work better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAiTZNVWI/AAAAAAAABbo/T-YyNuyUJr0/s1600/IMG_2255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAiTZNVWI/AAAAAAAABbo/T-YyNuyUJr0/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every post must start off with a self-potrait, because I'm narcissistic like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAnuhWhwI/AAAAAAAABbs/EfQOyKu7S_8/s1600/IMG_2258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAnuhWhwI/AAAAAAAABbs/EfQOyKu7S_8/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My sister and I posing with an entire wall of bird cages. The birds are not real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAuER929I/AAAAAAAABbw/GxJazRacnHY/s1600/IMG_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAuER929I/AAAAAAAABbw/GxJazRacnHY/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAxx3QOAI/AAAAAAAABb0/Ngte7LZcPP0/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAxx3QOAI/AAAAAAAABb0/Ngte7LZcPP0/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My sister and I, again, posing in front of a giant (Christmas?) tree made of out plastic water tanks. You know, those really big ones that are upside down and you see it in offices etc etc. Never mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Also, you should be getting used to (or sick of) our faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqA2gyzsHI/AAAAAAAABb4/GLpo26ttgXo/s1600/IMG_2290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqA2gyzsHI/AAAAAAAABb4/GLpo26ttgXo/s320/IMG_2290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lookin' cool in Motion Master 3D glasses. It was a blast, but the blasts of air in my face was not only annoying, it was scary. Slightly. Okay, so I was creeped out a bit, but who wouldn't in the faces of many walking dolls who seem bent on killing you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Bumper Cars is as usual a fun ride, but the long wait is highly frustrating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Heck, a lot of things are highly frustrating, mostly the very long lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqA9Y0PwxI/AAAAAAAABb8/MqgcjyEWnSo/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqA9Y0PwxI/AAAAAAAABb8/MqgcjyEWnSo/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqA-pqX6KI/AAAAAAAABcA/CHs2RqIx2Ac/s1600/IMG_2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqA-pqX6KI/AAAAAAAABcA/CHs2RqIx2Ac/s320/IMG_2294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doing a bit of archery. I still swoon over Legolas. All the time. HIS HAIR, LIEK OMG. Anyways, I am a natural at archery. I keep dropping the arrows. I don't even need to aim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that we walked around, my sister complained about her sore feet, we rode some of those really boring nonsensical rides that just go one small round and went back to the hotel. Later I found mynews.com &lt;i&gt;closed&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and derived of my cup noodles, went into an angry sulk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next day we woke up late (actually, I woke up early, but my sister wanted to sleep) and then I continued my angry sulk from the night before (...well, early morning, if you want to be specific about it) until we had breakfast. Food makes everything better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Of course my first ride in the Outdoor Theme Park was the spinning chair thingies. I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(Also this will be pictureless because my camera was in my bag which was in a locker. I don't whip out my camera and take pictures on rides that are high off the ground and jerky. No, I want my camera to live a long, healthy life, thank you very much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went on the superman ride where you lie down and zoom about. It was great. You had to pay an extra RM10 for each ride, though. The bad news is that the seat/couch/whatever thing you lie on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;stinks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; LIEK &lt;i&gt;OMG&lt;/i&gt; I DON'T EVEN which ruined the ride. I felt like barfing, but only because the smell stayed on my coat I MEAN LIEK EWWWWW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Pirate Ship ride lulled me to sleep. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Corkscrew, like usual, was fast and violent. I think the best part of the thrill is wondering whether the coach will fall and crash into the ground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My favorite was the suicide jump. The one that flies really high up then drops down &lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;expectedly. You get to enjoy the view, at any rate. The wait was also really, really long. D: I remember distinctly screaming something like "OHMYGOD SHIIIIIIT" and the person sitting next to me laughing. &lt;i&gt;Laughing&lt;/i&gt;. I later checked out the photos (you know, those they take then daylight rob you for them) to learn that my sister and I had the normal screaming expression (they were identical. I mean like really.) whilst the guy next to me (the one who &lt;i&gt;laughed&lt;/i&gt;) wore no expression. At all. He was like (._.) &lt;i&gt;no kidding.&lt;/i&gt; I would have bought the picture if it wasn't priced at frickin' RM30. &lt;b&gt;SO DAMN AWESOME WEI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that we sort of finished all the exciting rides and then we rode on the boring ones. And the classic ones. Like the spinning teacup, which we didn't spin. We just sat in there and reminisced about how the rides seemed to be nicer when we were young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing else to say about the rides after the spinning teacup because it was near noon and people were starting to wake up. LONG LINES ARE LONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On the way back to KL we went to the very large temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBC9RHu5I/AAAAAAAABcE/53YZC_x5MXs/s1600/IMG_2310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBC9RHu5I/AAAAAAAABcE/53YZC_x5MXs/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;my earphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBSHYFToI/AAAAAAAABcI/ISfEIAsYwwM/s1600/IMG_2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBSHYFToI/AAAAAAAABcI/ISfEIAsYwwM/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A pretty macro shot my sister took. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ORANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBVidSnrI/AAAAAAAABcM/tAN3om0cJ-Y/s1600/IMG_2314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBVidSnrI/AAAAAAAABcM/tAN3om0cJ-Y/s320/IMG_2314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBh2pGA7I/AAAAAAAABcQ/9J4yEGpCyAI/s1600/IMG_2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBh2pGA7I/AAAAAAAABcQ/9J4yEGpCyAI/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBlnekjSI/AAAAAAAABcU/hVgHbcYj9tg/s1600/IMG_2319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqBlnekjSI/AAAAAAAABcU/hVgHbcYj9tg/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqB5S3q5aI/AAAAAAAABcY/wDgUa1fzj6Q/s1600/IMG_2325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqB5S3q5aI/AAAAAAAABcY/wDgUa1fzj6Q/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What better than a Buddha hiding to get you through tough times?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqB7Da4nrI/AAAAAAAABcc/BAV4DI3MIzE/s1600/IMG_2329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqB7Da4nrI/AAAAAAAABcc/BAV4DI3MIzE/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hidden dragon... On the rooftop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqB9t6QZnI/AAAAAAAABcg/uUcWg5D1ntg/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqB9t6QZnI/AAAAAAAABcg/uUcWg5D1ntg/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BECAUSE YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ANY GOD EXCEPT THE 弥勒佛. &lt;s&gt;W00T!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;End of TLDR post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I can hear your sighs of relief.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7462927288861259946?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7462927288861259946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7462927288861259946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7462927288861259946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7462927288861259946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-feel-like-doing-something.html' title='I Feel Like Doing Something Counterproductive'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TOqAiTZNVWI/AAAAAAAABbo/T-YyNuyUJr0/s72-c/IMG_2255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-8642064182180163843</id><published>2010-11-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T22:37:57.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Uniqlo- the Japanese Giordano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I've actually been into a Uniqlo store before the Malaysian one opened in Fahrenheit 88. There are a lot of Uniqlos in Shanghai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I was dead set on hating Uniqlo because it was people raged about it because it's&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Japanese&lt;/i&gt;. So what if it's Japanese. It's Made In China. Then I went in and I'm thinking, OH. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's got all those really fashionable clothes that are classic in a way that doesn't seem to be dug out from Lady Gaga's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HELLO. MY MOM BROUGHT ME THERE. Obviously that means buying clothes I can't normally afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black jacket, blackish furry collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TN1Qn2T1e7I/AAAAAAAABbc/j3LY_ay2LTY/s1600/moo%2526jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TN1Qn2T1e7I/AAAAAAAABbc/j3LY_ay2LTY/s320/moo%2526jacket.jpg" width="219" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;omg my thighs. Size of mushrooms after rain. D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. Looking pretty hot, Squall. (Another note: I have that gunblade on a chain. HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-01/art/ff8-squall5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://www.creativeuncut.com/gallery-01/art/ff8-squall5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I am obsessed. I think he was my first obsession. Hello, HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HAIR. IT IS SO AWESOME. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; sweet thing to make me squeal. GOKUDERA I SHIP YOU. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/zuki_05/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/11c3d2307f53d15169c678ceb9f03c17123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt85/zuki_05/Katekyo%20Hitman%20Reborn/11c3d2307f53d15169c678ceb9f03c17123.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have officially lost my mind. Feel free to burn my house. (No wait, on second thought, don't.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Bai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-8642064182180163843?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/8642064182180163843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=8642064182180163843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8642064182180163843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8642064182180163843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/11/uniqlo-japanese-giordano.html' title='Uniqlo- the Japanese Giordano'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TN1Qn2T1e7I/AAAAAAAABbc/j3LY_ay2LTY/s72-c/moo%2526jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-3256214388660930031</id><published>2010-11-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:02:02.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Lucky 8nion Rings</title><content type='html'>I stopped by for lunch at the Burger King next to Masjid Jamek LRT station today. I ordered a Jr. Whopper and onion rings, then found that there was no straws for my coke and no sauce plate for my ketchup, which made me make two rather embarrassing trips to the counter after meeting very irritating, irresponsible workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jr. Whopper is disappointing. I remember the very first time I had it was at the Bangsar branch (which has gone from being at two-storey shop to one-storey to nonexistent) when Denise introduced me to something called the "Whopper". It was mind-numbingly good, and soon after that, I enthusiastically jumped on the BK wagon, shipping Whoppers and smiling sardonically at people eating Big Macs. Suffice to say, after the Bangsar BK branch closed down, I was the one who always eats Big Macs and longs for a nice yummy BK Whopper. Silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can count the number of times I've stepped into a Burger King with two hands. Today's splurge, though, was not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I've probably recreated the Whopper into this better-than-Big-Mac, superb, amazing, awesome food in my mind, due to having been told such by my brother and also the large stretch of time that has passed since my last encounter with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like people longing for Ferrero Rochers when they have perfectly good Buenos. Then they get their hands on some Ferrero and they think, this isn't as good as I remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But Ferrero Rondnoir is like melting your soul and as you evaporate into chocolatey bliss. Nothing can rival the Rondnoir.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another completely unrelated note, I had the chance to cut up a pig's heart in the morning. Chyi was given the heart, a wickedly blunt blade, and a chopping board with a wax sealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can pretty much assume that we were ninjas in out past lives because we had great fun chopping up the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates will be short, and far and few in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-3256214388660930031?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/3256214388660930031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=3256214388660930031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3256214388660930031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3256214388660930031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/11/lucky-8nion-rings.html' title='Lucky 8nion Rings'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6151898206890247100</id><published>2010-11-02T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:22:08.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><title type='text'>Trying to Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;OKAY&lt;/b&gt;. So some people may have noticed I've gone missing &lt;s&gt;for the past month&lt;/s&gt;, and also that my Singapore trip is never going to be updated, just like my Hong Kong trip post. Er. You are correct.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try, I really will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is just to so to tell you all that no, I am not dead. Also, I am back from Shang Hai which is depressingly cold. Depressingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TM7AqI0aZaI/AAAAAAAABbY/rR27WE5NFxc/s1600/Unknown.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TM7AqI0aZaI/AAAAAAAABbY/rR27WE5NFxc/s1600/Unknown.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the bright side, I bought a lot of stuff there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to make a post with pictures about all the things I've bought, but blargh. &amp;gt; &amp;lt;" Too much work. :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;OKAY I JUST FOUND OUT ANIMANGAKI WAS ON OCT 31 WHY DO I NOT KNOW THIS AND WHY DID NO ONE BOTHER TO TELL ME.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;POINT IS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um. I am tired. And lazy. And I should be working on my fics now, so bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6151898206890247100?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6151898206890247100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6151898206890247100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6151898206890247100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6151898206890247100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/11/trying-to-live.html' title='Trying to Live'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TM7AqI0aZaI/AAAAAAAABbY/rR27WE5NFxc/s72-c/Unknown.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6250766447440434184</id><published>2010-09-16T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T17:25:55.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Singapore Day 1</title><content type='html'>Because I have procrastinated like there's no tomorrow. Probably should update my Singapore experience now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHLT2M867I/AAAAAAAABUc/9PBeZtbZ7f8/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHLT2M867I/AAAAAAAABUc/9PBeZtbZ7f8/s320/IMG_0424.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;RED ANTS&lt;/span&gt; CRAWLING ALL OVER OUR CAR&lt;/i&gt; OKAY IT WAS SO WEIRD AND CREEPY AND I &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; LIKE ANTS. AT ALL. Or any kind of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at at random coffee shop to take our breakfast. It was the old kind of shop, like the ones you see in Old Town White Coffee advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHLwvlvWcI/AAAAAAAABUk/jFh3xwMyQJI/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHLwvlvWcI/AAAAAAAABUk/jFh3xwMyQJI/s320/IMG_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was NOBODY THERE. At 10 o'clock in the morning. This cannot happen in Kuala Lumpur. Although the food was quite good (yong tau foo and kuey teow soup!) the coffee was slightly lacking. There was seaweed in the soup noodles, though, so that made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHL_AqFZnI/AAAAAAAABUs/ZqXYAaPjIF8/s1600/IMG_0427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHL_AqFZnI/AAAAAAAABUs/ZqXYAaPjIF8/s320/IMG_0427.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had pictures of old singers and stars on the walls. I don't know who they are, although my mom and dad had fun pointing out each of them and giving me a short summary on their singing careers. That prompted my dad into saying that people mentioned he looked like Bruce Lee when he was younger and I lol'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMLMmyOsI/AAAAAAAABU0/A6tQlOhK7O4/s1600/IMG_0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMLMmyOsI/AAAAAAAABU0/A6tQlOhK7O4/s320/IMG_0429.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics. My grandmother commented that the one of the right looks like my mother. (or rather, my mom looks like her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMVu6amnI/AAAAAAAABU8/cKfOsDNybpQ/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMVu6amnI/AAAAAAAABU8/cKfOsDNybpQ/s320/IMG_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this clock, minus the Malay words. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMk9J8NSI/AAAAAAAABVE/j0l6m5BCfKc/s1600/IMG_0432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMk9J8NSI/AAAAAAAABVE/j0l6m5BCfKc/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They even made their tea this way, with the soaking-in-hot-water and tin pots and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we left and I passed by this saloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMzvYHVyI/AAAAAAAABVM/3XVyFdRjC9s/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHMzvYHVyI/AAAAAAAABVM/3XVyFdRjC9s/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and look! Isn't the model pretty? I love her clothes, and her hair. Basically she's just really really cute. Sorry about the reflections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHND17Zg6I/AAAAAAAABVU/D60MidJSNy0/s1600/IMG_0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHND17Zg6I/AAAAAAAABVU/D60MidJSNy0/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to another small town for coffee. It's an old place my parents went to once before and they loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHNTKT9CgI/AAAAAAAABVc/nBiTvOmwnwQ/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHNTKT9CgI/AAAAAAAABVc/nBiTvOmwnwQ/s320/IMG_0441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the coffee shop, and that's my dad in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still had the Golden Years sort of feel to it, with the television and the loaves of bread. So much bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHNgpMvCWI/AAAAAAAABVk/Cj45RNxWy2k/s1600/IMG_0443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHNgpMvCWI/AAAAAAAABVk/Cj45RNxWy2k/s320/IMG_0443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHN6bpnPII/AAAAAAAABV0/1BcmDaIrMfM/s1600/IMG_0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHN6bpnPII/AAAAAAAABV0/1BcmDaIrMfM/s320/IMG_0454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bread was really, really good. It just sort of melts in your mouth and just crunchy enough to enjoy chewing it. Very lightly browned. The kaya was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHNvEGrqlI/AAAAAAAABVs/Sy69-fFuRYQ/s1600/IMG_0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHNvEGrqlI/AAAAAAAABVs/Sy69-fFuRYQ/s320/IMG_0446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma approves of the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad went and bought a few bunches of bananas. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHOFVFaInI/AAAAAAAABV8/2hPx8U_FfEQ/s1600/IMG_0456.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHOFVFaInI/AAAAAAAABV8/2hPx8U_FfEQ/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left, and I wondered if we'd ever go back again. Even so, would the place still retain it's old time feel and British buildings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHSuJzgKEI/AAAAAAAABWM/pr8c0pWG_Xo/s1600/IMG_0457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHSuJzgKEI/AAAAAAAABWM/pr8c0pWG_Xo/s320/IMG_0457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we left and sped off towards Singapore because my dad was late for his appointment with his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother and I kicked it back and snored off in the car, basically because the passing scenery looked like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHTG4xbnRI/AAAAAAAABWc/yGm6ExEjcsE/s1600/IMG_0459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHTG4xbnRI/AAAAAAAABWc/yGm6ExEjcsE/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHS6rVZK4I/AAAAAAAABWU/9OnVKHZJYlg/s1600/IMG_0461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHS6rVZK4I/AAAAAAAABWU/9OnVKHZJYlg/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Thank god my grandma didn't see this picture of her.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my first picture I got in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHURJFc-vI/AAAAAAAABWk/1BIqO3_sVuY/s1600/IMG_0462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHURJFc-vI/AAAAAAAABWk/1BIqO3_sVuY/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;THESE BUGS ARE TAKING OVER THE WORLD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hotel we stayed in&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHOT7rTVuI/AAAAAAAABWE/3BotPJZQkQA/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHOT7rTVuI/AAAAAAAABWE/3BotPJZQkQA/s1600/IMG_0458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUe7i-KkI/AAAAAAAABXE/VGmZrvpBCbs/s1600/IMG_0473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUe7i-KkI/AAAAAAAABXE/VGmZrvpBCbs/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on Teluk Blangah, which I keep calling "the Belachan road" for some reason (it's much easier to remember, really!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy angle pictures, because I was lying on the bed and facing the ceiling and also because I &lt;i&gt;CAN&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUUG7adrI/AAAAAAAABWs/GE73Qsvpaqc/s1600/IMG_0464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUUG7adrI/AAAAAAAABWs/GE73Qsvpaqc/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUXl2w9pI/AAAAAAAABW0/yFRsYVjqrsg/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUXl2w9pI/AAAAAAAABW0/yFRsYVjqrsg/s320/IMG_0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUasYRRfI/AAAAAAAABW8/X-es7MIFac0/s1600/IMG_0469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHUasYRRfI/AAAAAAAABW8/X-es7MIFac0/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had dinner at the steamboat restaurant right next to the hotel, where they served two kinds of soup. I didn't take any pictures because it was cramped and there wasn't really enough space on the table. (Most likely due to all the different foods we ordered, haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Sands casino (obviously, I, being underage and holding a camera, was not allowed in.) My &lt;i&gt;thoughtful&lt;/i&gt; parents sent me off alone to the shopping centre. The place looked like a cross between Pavilion, Sunway and KLCC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHX_FMVWJI/AAAAAAAABXM/PXyfX4jqGdI/s1600/IMG_0474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHX_FMVWJI/AAAAAAAABXM/PXyfX4jqGdI/s320/IMG_0474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHYEOb5yiI/AAAAAAAABXU/R5JkQyWbBi0/s1600/IMG_0476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHYEOb5yiI/AAAAAAAABXU/R5JkQyWbBi0/s320/IMG_0476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHYIlCetDI/AAAAAAAABXc/p3dhlpCtihE/s1600/IMG_0478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHYIlCetDI/AAAAAAAABXc/p3dhlpCtihE/s320/IMG_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHYQl04M_I/AAAAAAAABXk/hfe7U01cMFg/s1600/IMG_0479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHYQl04M_I/AAAAAAAABXk/hfe7U01cMFg/s320/IMG_0479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every single shop in there is an international, high-end brand name. And they're like, just side by side with each other. My brain it weeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZmVw-V4I/AAAAAAAABXs/K6KwcovNWjo/s1600/IMG_0480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZmVw-V4I/AAAAAAAABXs/K6KwcovNWjo/s320/IMG_0480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gucci is probably one of the more conspicuous shops. It's on your immediate right once you go down the escalator from the casino floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZqD7cq6I/AAAAAAAABX0/8W5_TVI97qI/s1600/IMG_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZqD7cq6I/AAAAAAAABX0/8W5_TVI97qI/s320/IMG_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tiffany right next to Chanel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZuX8sVII/AAAAAAAABX8/T5CfWvReLs0/s1600/IMG_0482.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZuX8sVII/AAAAAAAABX8/T5CfWvReLs0/s320/IMG_0482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZykPyxII/AAAAAAAABYE/5feossTp41M/s1600/IMG_0483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZykPyxII/AAAAAAAABYE/5feossTp41M/s320/IMG_0483.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;LIKE A BOSS&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZ294-S5I/AAAAAAAABYM/lO78ahBEPBA/s1600/IMG_0484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZ294-S5I/AAAAAAAABYM/lO78ahBEPBA/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZ7wqLNLI/AAAAAAAABYU/rA_FUuQzILc/s1600/IMG_0485.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHZ7wqLNLI/AAAAAAAABYU/rA_FUuQzILc/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHaABcD_NI/AAAAAAAABYc/JLPBBp_wlZg/s1600/IMG_0486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHaABcD_NI/AAAAAAAABYc/JLPBBp_wlZg/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHaDX6ZpiI/AAAAAAAABYk/5QxYzZuEfvo/s1600/IMG_0487.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHaDX6ZpiI/AAAAAAAABYk/5QxYzZuEfvo/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorite brands, Thomas Sabo. I swear one day I will buy their Black Raven collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdj8yAo9I/AAAAAAAABZc/W1Gngidbd_8/s1600/IMG_0499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdj8yAo9I/AAAAAAAABZc/W1Gngidbd_8/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They even had a projection of a fashion show, this Swarvoski.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdrnlzLkI/AAAAAAAABZs/_SDJdFpbQdg/s1600/IMG_0502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdrnlzLkI/AAAAAAAABZs/_SDJdFpbQdg/s320/IMG_0502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdwIK4YiI/AAAAAAAABZ0/YdTX5lphF84/s1600/IMG_0503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdwIK4YiI/AAAAAAAABZ0/YdTX5lphF84/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHd8ujqO6I/AAAAAAAABaM/1C4gSdg1WpI/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHd8ujqO6I/AAAAAAAABaM/1C4gSdg1WpI/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;((work in progress))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHd42Dp7tI/AAAAAAAABaE/JYt_TE1Uqns/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHd42Dp7tI/AAAAAAAABaE/JYt_TE1Uqns/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THIS CANNOT BE SHOE SHOP. THIS IS MORE LIKE A SHOE ARTS GALLERY. SO AMAZING. &lt;s&gt;It sort of reminds me of something from xxxHolic.&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;ZOMG DOESN'T EVEN QUALIFY ANYMORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I sort of stopped taking pictures of shopfronts because there was just so many (this is only one floor) and I dunno, but a small girl taking pictures of shopfronts in the middle of the night is highly suspicious. At least, people sort of gave me odd looks. Or that could just be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHaH0ZpTKI/AAAAAAAABYs/oZu9iHpb-RM/s1600/IMG_0488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHaH0ZpTKI/AAAAAAAABYs/oZu9iHpb-RM/s320/IMG_0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opposite is the Sands hotel, and the thing that looks like a boat on the roof is the Sky Park (if my memory did not fail me) which we visited on the last day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to the shopping gallery and saw these amazing people:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHcUw0JaEI/AAAAAAAABY0/3Pg5DQLYnDw/s1600/IMG_0490.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHcUw0JaEI/AAAAAAAABY0/3Pg5DQLYnDw/s320/IMG_0490.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They walked really fast for people on tall stilts so I couldn't get a close-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHcZNN91YI/AAAAAAAABY8/vjV7SRi2U2U/s1600/IMG_0492.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHcZNN91YI/AAAAAAAABY8/vjV7SRi2U2U/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHcdRcOgkI/AAAAAAAABZE/4ZZ6purn5DU/s1600/IMG_0493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHcdRcOgkI/AAAAAAAABZE/4ZZ6purn5DU/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHchbELZII/AAAAAAAABZM/vurz6OZgAMc/s1600/IMG_0496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHchbELZII/AAAAAAAABZM/vurz6OZgAMc/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's scaring someone, but she's sort of blocked by his... height.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHclWkw7rI/AAAAAAAABZU/UUEh9rKE9DU/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHclWkw7rI/AAAAAAAABZU/UUEh9rKE9DU/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somebody celebrated their birthday at Coffee Bean, and the staff was nice enough to sing her a (very loud) birthday song. (I was a floor higher and on the other side of the atrium, but I could still hear it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdn2LY9MI/AAAAAAAABZk/8mLvZSeYE2o/s1600/IMG_0500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdn2LY9MI/AAAAAAAABZk/8mLvZSeYE2o/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdzYcM-SI/AAAAAAAABZ8/JurUrSBFEEc/s1600/IMG_0504.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHdzYcM-SI/AAAAAAAABZ8/JurUrSBFEEc/s320/IMG_0504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This does wonders for my yaoi-mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw a gold man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHfpm1qSMI/AAAAAAAABaU/Ffw98-BK9TE/s1600/IMG_0507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHfpm1qSMI/AAAAAAAABaU/Ffw98-BK9TE/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literally a gold man, with his gold bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also a ginormous wishing well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHfuNZJTkI/AAAAAAAABac/Gi4vVTqT4KQ/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHfuNZJTkI/AAAAAAAABac/Gi4vVTqT4KQ/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHfy9wmoII/AAAAAAAABak/ppet57WoNW8/s1600/IMG_0509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHfy9wmoII/AAAAAAAABak/ppet57WoNW8/s320/IMG_0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This very epic person was joking with the rest of the people there, saying things like, "I can hear you." "Oh, throw that coin." "Did that go in?" "Nice throw." "I can hear what you're saying. I can hear you, you and you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHf2Vo424I/AAAAAAAABas/VA1YcnpaOyM/s1600/IMG_0510.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHf2Vo424I/AAAAAAAABas/VA1YcnpaOyM/s320/IMG_0510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lol'd SO HARD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHf5w1VE0I/AAAAAAAABa0/0B_6RjjxJ80/s1600/IMG_0513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHf5w1VE0I/AAAAAAAABa0/0B_6RjjxJ80/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHf9nt_MlI/AAAAAAAABa8/LpF_6gBisIo/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHf9nt_MlI/AAAAAAAABa8/LpF_6gBisIo/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Night views.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHgBv-byxI/AAAAAAAABbE/kQN-IWCe2ho/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHgBv-byxI/AAAAAAAABbE/kQN-IWCe2ho/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very tempted to say, OH SHINY LIGHTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6250766447440434184?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6250766447440434184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6250766447440434184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6250766447440434184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6250766447440434184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/09/singapore-day-1.html' title='Singapore Day 1'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TJHLT2M867I/AAAAAAAABUc/9PBeZtbZ7f8/s72-c/IMG_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4718515190343008222</id><published>2010-09-11T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:50:48.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>I Am Tired Of Writing Fanfiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Put your iTunes / Napster / Zune Player / WinAmp / MP3 / MP4 / iPod/ Windows Media Player / Mixpod / etc on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the 'next' button to get your answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;4. Tag 10 or more friends who might enjoy doing this.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Secrets [OneRepublic] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Oh my. What in the world, eh. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY / GIRL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Show [Lenka] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I suddenly find myself feeling like a pervert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hollaback Girl [Gwen Stefani] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Really. Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's Just Fall In Love Again [Jason Castro] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ooooohh. That's odd, I never thought I even had a purpose in life. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gave It All Away [Boyzone] -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Emo time. Yeeeesshh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always Running Out of Time [Almost Alice] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This sort of explains why I'm always late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fag Hag [Lily Allen] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OHMYGOD THIS IS SO WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dirty Little Secret [All American Rejects] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whyy is my iPod giving me perverted answers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made For You [OneRepublic] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Because double dating is always fun. (Pervert brain speaking.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My World [Avril Lavigne] -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; OH FINALLY A GOOD ANSWER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All The Things She Said [t.A.T.u.] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Scarily right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where Is the Love? [B.E.P.] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Emo talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I'll Never Say [Avril Lavigne] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;BAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Song [Sara Bareilles] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With my head under water, yeahhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Better In Time [Leona Lewis] -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; LMFAO. Too true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He Wasn't There [Lily Allen] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;....Um. How ominous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet Me Halfway [B.E.P.] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;...Yes, please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paparazzi [Lady Gaga] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, because everybody knows I like being a stalker. &amp;gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since You Been Gone [Kelly Clarkson] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why drag this up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obizienka Noi [t.A.T.u] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Apparently I get to look forward to something I can't pronounce and don't understand. Peachy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Technicolor Phase [Owl City] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I will die colorfully? I have mixed feelings about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST REGRET?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forgotten [Avril Lavigne] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah. My iPod knows me best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alice (Underground) [Avril Lavigne] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The show was horrible, except for the Mad Hatter. And yes, I hate Alice in the movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potential Breakup Song [Aly and AJ] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It took too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow [Avril Lavigne] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OHMYGOD I AM SCARED FOR MY LIFE NAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You [Dido] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This makes sense none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over and Over [Nelly feat. Tim McGraw] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I AM SCARED, AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sacrifice [t.A.T.u] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far Away [Nickelback] -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; ;A;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Touch My Hand [David Archuleta] - &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Can't let the music stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4718515190343008222?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4718515190343008222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4718515190343008222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4718515190343008222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4718515190343008222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-am-tired-of-writing-fanfiction.html' title='I Am Tired Of Writing Fanfiction'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4605443421899134786</id><published>2010-09-03T18:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T20:04:11.003+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Oh.</title><content type='html'>I learned today that people aren't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm blessed to be surrounded by a wonderful &lt;s&gt;(highly questionable)&lt;/s&gt; family, amazing &lt;s&gt;(freakish)&lt;/s&gt; friends and a protective &lt;s&gt;(torturous)&lt;/s&gt; environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there is the backstabbing, traitorous sort of people, who just use you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are friends. You don't like person because they could be &lt;i&gt;of use to you&lt;/i&gt;. You like them because they're &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity those people who don't have real friends. Real friends are those who would stand by you, even if you're the only one standing; sit with you even if you aren't supposed to be sitting; laugh with you when you're happy; cry with you when you're sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real friends don't treat you like dirt on their shoes that occasionally needs to be scrapped off, continuously ignore your existence until they need you to do something, stab you in the back with a poison-tipped knife or any of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I treat my friends like precious things. My friends hold a priceless part of my heart, and sometimes I wonder if I'm giving out too much of my heart away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then you came along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not the first I met who turned out to be no good. I have met many, and I don't try to forget them. I occasionally wonder why I was friends with them in the first place, and I never gave myself a good enough answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, you were never that much of a close friend, and it was only today that I learned apparently you thought I was! Close enough to think that I would be &lt;i&gt;affected badly&lt;/i&gt; by your constant behavior. Really? Unlike you, I have other friends, whereas &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; just emo your ass off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I'm sorry I can make friends better than you, hang out better than you, have people like me better than you. I'm sorry you're so pathetic you have to turn to self-help books and yet after that STILL seem to misunderstand it and make a fool of yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I don't have to pretend to be the nice, good guy and still have more people back me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry you live such a pitiful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry sarcasm doesn't come off well written.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, hey, think what you like. I don't need you to tell me I'm stupid, because I know I'm not, and that's enough for me. And really? You can take the shit and the J's, 'cause by all means, do. I've given up on them. You can work your magic there and see what sort of retarded crap you come up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, please don't think I've overtaken you. You're mistaken. You've never been better than me in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4605443421899134786?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4605443421899134786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4605443421899134786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4605443421899134786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4605443421899134786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh.html' title='Oh.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-8026165777342103423</id><published>2010-09-02T20:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:46:54.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;ADAM LAMBERT CONCERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;OCTOBER 14 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;BUKIT JALIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-8026165777342103423?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/8026165777342103423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=8026165777342103423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8026165777342103423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/8026165777342103423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/09/adam-lambert-concert-october-14-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-9024181699824423819</id><published>2010-08-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:41:29.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>总是觉得</title><content type='html'>心情&lt;br /&gt;蛮低落的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天天看到白板上的期末考倒数&lt;br /&gt;也一直觉得超有压力的。&lt;br /&gt;更好笑的是。。。&lt;br /&gt;期末考倒数是我自己写的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第二学期上课&lt;br /&gt;虽然是有听课&lt;br /&gt;但好像&lt;br /&gt;什么东西都&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;完全吸收不到&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再酱下去。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;我怕。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明明成绩就不是好到哪里去&lt;br /&gt;现在还整天悠闲的酱过。。。&lt;br /&gt;看着时间流去&lt;br /&gt;却一直没办法&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;逼&lt;/b&gt;自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;要求&lt;/b&gt;自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;让&lt;/b&gt;自己&lt;br /&gt;这次做好一点。&lt;br /&gt;这次、下次、明年。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着桌子上的字条&lt;br /&gt;就想起&lt;br /&gt;我的梦想&lt;br /&gt;我的理想&lt;br /&gt;我的未来&lt;br /&gt;可是脑海里&lt;br /&gt;一直漂浮着&lt;br /&gt;一些说过的话&lt;br /&gt;一些听过的事&lt;br /&gt;一些忘不了的记忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;的确&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心情&lt;br /&gt;蛮低落的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-9024181699824423819?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/9024181699824423819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=9024181699824423819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/9024181699824423819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/9024181699824423819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='总是觉得'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7380819681955048351</id><published>2010-08-14T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:45:11.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>I Haz Obsession</title><content type='html'>Obviously as most people know, I have been slightly too over-obsessed with KHR. Even I think I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am now going to rant on the amazingness of Neil Gaiman and his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.worldswithoutend.com/alt_covers/goodomens1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://www.worldswithoutend.com/alt_covers/goodomens1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This amazing book is so amazing words cannot describe it. I've read it thrice this year, and every time I do, I go ALDKFJSHFSKJLKSD&amp;nbsp;♥.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloomsbury.com/images/coralinephantastics.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.bloomsbury.com/images/coralinephantastics.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Note amazing black edges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coraline was a bit too short and honestly, I expected it to be creepier. It may be because I was reading it underneath the table at school and therefore killed all the mood entirely, but I think the movie is a better (creepier) version. Creepy is good. Either way, I am going to reread it again soon, probably during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other short stories are okay. I especially like The Case Of Four And Twenty Blackbirds. But the one of October telling a story about Runt running away is repeated in Fragile Things. Aww. I haven't finished the rest of the short stories, actually. (HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.vox.com/6a00cd96ff2c4a4cd500f48ced09590002-500pi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://a1.vox.com/6a00cd96ff2c4a4cd500f48ced09590002-500pi" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This amazing person manages to make fantasy seem like reality.&amp;nbsp;♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cthulhu.de/wp-content/uploads/fragile-things-neil-gaiman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.cthulhu.de/wp-content/uploads/fragile-things-neil-gaiman.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am actually... slightly disappointed with this book. I didn't get most of the stories, and some of them had implied sex scenes which turned me off. :\ But the one story I remember vividly is where this sorcerer who writes "literature" turns to writing "fiction". It was absolutely cuteness on a stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.illiterarty.com/files/www.illiterarty.com/img/359/neil_gaiman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.illiterarty.com/files/www.illiterarty.com/img/359/neil_gaiman.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To tell the truth, I haven't even started reading this book. It's with my friend (SINCE THE START OF THE YEAR ASLDKJFKSD) so yeah. D: Bah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm looking forward to reading&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoestringtraveller.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/075532281902lzzzzzzz1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://shoestringtraveller.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/075532281902lzzzzzzz1.jpg" width="262" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;which is apparently an amazing epic book. So yes. Looking forward to it. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7380819681955048351?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7380819681955048351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7380819681955048351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7380819681955048351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7380819681955048351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-haz-obsession.html' title='I Haz Obsession'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-3842048059698879710</id><published>2010-08-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:44:09.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Out Of This Dream</title><content type='html'>I can't turn this around&lt;br /&gt;I keep running into walls that I can't break down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wander around&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes wide shut because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sleep walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing things that haunt me&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling tears not mine&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing voices I can't see&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either give me it all&lt;br /&gt;Or nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in the middle&lt;br /&gt;No place to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let me out of this dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-3842048059698879710?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/3842048059698879710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=3842048059698879710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3842048059698879710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3842048059698879710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/08/let-me-out-of-this-dream.html' title='Let Me Out Of This Dream'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2044250817481402251</id><published>2010-07-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T21:48:30.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><title type='text'>Update, ie FANGIRLING.</title><content type='html'>To most of the people reading my blog, you should be happy you don't interact with me daily. Recently I have only been thinking, reading, breathing Reborn! (The Art of Fangirling #2&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; [lol QK you should know...]&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, Ohm... Sorry for the bruise on your arm. D: But that day very siao liao, too high... HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to another outing to Hiro Comics, at Petaling Street. Also the place I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TFLSkr0USWI/AAAAAAAABSg/juzk6nfe4BE/s1600/DSC00302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TFLSkr0USWI/AAAAAAAABSg/juzk6nfe4BE/s320/DSC00302.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FAN-fucking-TASTIC, no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;OMG 1827 5927 1859 RAWWWRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a calligraphy pen today and hopefully my inking won't come out too stupid. Shout out: Anyone knows where to buy a nice fountain pen- silver, detailed nib. Czip Lee has these humongous large colorful ones that look nothing like a fountain pen. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;It's like an expensive adult's version of a child ball pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of staying back to practice for the cheerleading competition. So bloody tired and so bloody pissed at the bloody people who refuse to join in. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Fuck you, you're not the only tired one. FUCK YOU, IF YOU WEREN'T SERIOUS DON'T FUCKING JOIN IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to less depressing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CF. OHMYGOD. &lt;b&gt;CF&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;For more &lt;a href="http://forums.comicfiesta.org/viewtopic.php?f=5&amp;amp;t=5647"&gt;information&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="410" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TFLXPGhlXZI/AAAAAAAABSo/iUv8fGoNebo/s640/cf.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT missing this one. I mean, like, FUCK. IT IS AT TIMES SQUARE. THAT IS LIKE A 15 MINUTE MONORAIL RIDE AWAY FROM MY HOUSE. Fo'shizz YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D Has to buy stuffs~ Nyaaaa no money~~ D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2044250817481402251?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2044250817481402251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2044250817481402251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2044250817481402251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2044250817481402251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/update-ie-fangirling.html' title='Update, ie FANGIRLING.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TFLSkr0USWI/AAAAAAAABSg/juzk6nfe4BE/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7884421663335238559</id><published>2010-07-17T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:50:41.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>240th post</title><content type='html'>This is definitely a surprise. My 240th post. I started this in 2007, I think. So basically this blog records my entire high-school life. It is sort of a pain to finish reading all the posts though, because I went through it once and my lines of thought revolved around, "...oh god, did I really write this?? I wanna hit myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TEG7zxNrgYI/AAAAAAAABSQ/urU2siyiRL4/s1600/IMG_3918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TEG7zxNrgYI/AAAAAAAABSQ/urU2siyiRL4/s400/IMG_3918.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think this will be an odd little post, so forgive my rambling mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, these days just seem to pass me by so quickly. It's nearing the end of July, and yet it seems to me as if the days are melting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;crazed order&lt;/span&gt; request of my friend, I will start reading Reborn! As of yet it's starting out like Naruto, and it's sort of boring, but I'm looking forward to the OHMYGOD HOT GUYS!! and a OHMYGOD YAOI!! pairings I can find. *evil laugter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I like the guy with the dynamites. BOOM, BABY! Gokudera-kun~~ xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TEHDJaAemaI/AAAAAAAABSY/Tl4YyJuN9O0/s1600/IMG_3719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TEHDJaAemaI/AAAAAAAABSY/Tl4YyJuN9O0/s320/IMG_3719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing picture time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sushi tomorrow. I wonder how it'll turn out. I'm hungry. I ate only fish for dinner. Who eats fish for dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I'm tired. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7884421663335238559?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7884421663335238559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7884421663335238559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7884421663335238559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7884421663335238559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/240th-post.html' title='240th post'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TEG7zxNrgYI/AAAAAAAABSQ/urU2siyiRL4/s72-c/IMG_3918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-39570052818051358</id><published>2010-07-16T15:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:24:18.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fangirling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Narutardation</title><content type='html'>OHMYGOD NARUTO 502 IS &lt;strong&gt;FANSERVICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hot &lt;strike&gt;(girly)&lt;/strike&gt; Itachi with crying baby Sasuke in page 2??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uber cool Minato? (OMG SO GODDAMN HOT!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've done a Naruto review (because honestly the previous chapters were shit) and so this should be fangirling at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;OHMYGOD MINATO.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking hate Madara. CURSE YOU AND YOUR SUPER UBER SHARINGAN TIME SPACE SKILLS. But even then MINATO TELEPORTATION PWNAGE, so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Fourth becomes heroic and everything! "I must kill him before he becomes a greater danger than the fox!" even though when he does heroicism it's so amazing. Why does Kishimoto not draw Naruto more like Minato? I mean, I wouldn't mind reading 500+ chapters is Naruto was quite as drool-worthy as Minato. (And also then maybe he won't be so uke. I mean, can you ever imagine Minato ever uke-ing? ....Actually I can. *wipes nosebleed*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;OHMYHOLYFUCKINGGOD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BONDAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strike&gt; *wolf-whistles* (page 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I am typing this as I read the chapter. Apologies for any random outbreak of caps lock abuse.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINATO IS SO AGONIZINGLY HOT!!! (page 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod no!! (page 15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod YES!! (page 16) MINATO IS SO AWESOME BAAAAAWW-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD SO DAMN AMAZING AKLJFDHGSDJSLKJDFLASK (page 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Can't wait for the next chapter *sobs*.&lt;/strike&gt; ;A;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-39570052818051358?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/39570052818051358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=39570052818051358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/39570052818051358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/39570052818051358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/narutardation.html' title='Narutardation'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1113196211849644781</id><published>2010-07-08T18:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:55:46.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No blogging mojo, despite the eventful week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TDWub5YCAKI/AAAAAAAABSI/OHGym_rvlSA/s1600/Photo+on+2010-06-09+at+18.11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TDWub5YCAKI/AAAAAAAABSI/OHGym_rvlSA/s400/Photo+on+2010-06-09+at+18.11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I believe you all know how I'm obsessed with all things Apple-y, amirite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1113196211849644781?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1113196211849644781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1113196211849644781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1113196211849644781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1113196211849644781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-blogging-mojo-despite-eventful-week.html' title='No blogging mojo, despite the eventful week.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TDWub5YCAKI/AAAAAAAABSI/OHGym_rvlSA/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-06-09+at+18.11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4592571720238159719</id><published>2010-07-04T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T21:05:00.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>What.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I left my camera in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;GODDAMNMOTHERFUCKING&lt;/span&gt; cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I STILL LOVE IT, HENCE THE PRESENT TENSE. I WANT IT BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;b&gt;MY&lt;/b&gt; G11, dammit! It's my&amp;nbsp;♥. YOU CANNOT TAKE AWAY MY&amp;nbsp;♥ FROM ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope whoever takes it would give it back. If you don't, I hope my G11 will find its way back, maybe like Toy Story. If not... Well, the wheel is sort of not sensitive anymore. HOPE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE IT ANYWAY.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Fuck you, god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4592571720238159719?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4592571720238159719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4592571720238159719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4592571720238159719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4592571720238159719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/what.html' title='What.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-5651719191703016081</id><published>2010-07-02T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:36:33.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Why I Am Not Allowed To Drink Caffeine</title><content type='html'>Because I will get impossibly high and disturb other people.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ALL YOUR LOVERS' REVENGE&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A BAD ROMAAAANCE."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;complete with head-banging and air guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the fact that I dislike Lady Gaga, her songs are really addictive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;*snort* *giggle* *lol* *teehee* *ROTFL*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;People get used to this. I occasionally get high and do this even when &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; on coffee. I am &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; amazing. I am now famous for my unstoppable hilarity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to mention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"ARRRGGH SHIIIT!!! OHMYGOD! DIU!! KAN TI TU!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;God helps encourage this behavior by whipping around and saying, "Yes? How may I help you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"....zzzz"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting high takes &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; a lot of energy, you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end it on a fail note,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TC3ARRC4GvI/AAAAAAAABSA/WOClaSKmCFs/s1600/129155641336986279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TC3ARRC4GvI/AAAAAAAABSA/WOClaSKmCFs/s640/129155641336986279.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-5651719191703016081?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/5651719191703016081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=5651719191703016081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5651719191703016081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5651719191703016081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-i-am-not-allowed-to-drink-caffeine.html' title='Why I Am Not Allowed To Drink Caffeine'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TC3ARRC4GvI/AAAAAAAABSA/WOClaSKmCFs/s72-c/129155641336986279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4213913341306121776</id><published>2010-07-01T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:08:12.883+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Insubstantial</title><content type='html'>There was once a crooked man&lt;div&gt;Who walked a crooked mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He found a crooked sixpence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon a crooked stile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He bought a crooked cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which caught a crooked mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they all live together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a little crooked house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4213913341306121776?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4213913341306121776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4213913341306121776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4213913341306121776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4213913341306121776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/07/insubstantial.html' title='Insubstantial'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2584336990812691760</id><published>2010-06-26T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T17:40:45.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Whyy</title><content type='html'>Today I took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blind man. He was sitting behind the driver's seat, occasionally asking the driver if it was his stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked him nose once and I suddenly wondered how his world would be. He couldn't see himself, couldn't see others, he didn't know it was indecent to pick his nose in public, maybe because no one bothered to tell him, or maybe because it is a human reaction, to pick your nose. And he couldn't see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a man missing a leg who came on later. I had wanted to help him, but held back for some reason unknown to me. Maybe I'm just not used to doing it. I regret my selfish actions. Just like I regretted not helping a blind lady board the monorail once. I'm so terribly selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wonders whether these people deserved to be born this way. What had they done in the past lives? Did they bring it upon themselves to be missing something, whether it be sight or limbs or hearing? Or was it something they couldn't control, but because god liked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I still think we should all take time to help them out a bit. At least, help them get on busses. Don't do what I did, don't do what everybody in the bus did. None of us reached out a helping hand. And I think it's unfair, to function perfectly well, yet choose to not help those handicapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do society a favor, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2584336990812691760?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2584336990812691760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2584336990812691760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2584336990812691760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2584336990812691760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/06/whyy.html' title='Whyy'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7906754694765610287</id><published>2010-06-18T18:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T18:46:23.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it too much to ask for just one slightly happier birthday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7906754694765610287?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7906754694765610287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7906754694765610287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7906754694765610287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7906754694765610287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/06/is-it-too-much-to-ask-for-just-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2115349488079560867</id><published>2010-06-13T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:11:10.016+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitching'/><title type='text'>FFK-O'd</title><content type='html'>This is a very old post. You may choose to not read this. In fact, it's best if you don't read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this holiday is incredibly infuriating. I have people ffk'ing me left, right and centre. Sometimes from under, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to ask, what is so fun about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when everything is planned out, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've set a outing a week ago. The &lt;strong&gt;day itself&lt;/strong&gt; you come up to me and say, "Ey, Wey Ann, I don't feel like going anymore. I feel like staying back and do something else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay back? Who with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, my friend. Yeah, she asked me yesterday, and I forgot to tell you last night. Sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Glad to see you got your priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was something that happened rather long ago, but I am still slightly unhappy about it. And my respect for her as a person has dropped significantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I hate is planning outings with a large number of people. When first notified they'd jump onto the idea like a rat escaping a drowning ship, but when it really comes down to it, their family called a family trip, they're stuck in the house, they're not free, they're broke, their friends aren't going,&amp;nbsp;their aunt died... (Of course, they usually come up with less imaginative&amp;nbsp;excuses, like the classic 'Tired... Dun wan go lar.') And finally it boils down to less than five who wants to go, and will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to bitch about school and it's insane holiday-camp thing which renders holidays fully booked, and therefore WHAT IS THE POINT OF HOLIDAYS IF YOU'RE IN SCHOOL EVERYDAY but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in a week. D: My last birthday party was four years ago, and this year noone's going to come. ('Cept for Phyllis. She bullied me into it. :D *hearts her*) The people I want most to be there won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck your priorities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2115349488079560867?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2115349488079560867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2115349488079560867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2115349488079560867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2115349488079560867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/06/ffk-od.html' title='FFK-O&apos;d'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6422513678271720522</id><published>2010-06-09T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:27:35.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>I Feel Like A Kid With Presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Thank you god for gracing my router with one of your all-powerful charged lightning bolts, because heaven knows I'm not using enough electricity in my home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;That said, I will skim through this post for easier reading. Be glad you won't be subjected to a "OMFG I GOT MY PSP HAHA IN YOUR FACE" rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;● my PSP (no cookies to anyone if they guessed this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-F8JCeeaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SXlSQevvUcQ/s1600/DSC01679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-F8JCeeaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SXlSQevvUcQ/s320/DSC01679.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahh, nerding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;● new hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-GxfujgJI/AAAAAAAABRg/Tk1KtETPxEk/s1600/IMG_3577.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-GxfujgJI/AAAAAAAABRg/Tk1KtETPxEk/s320/IMG_3577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;♥ need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;● clip-on headphones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-HxFRG-bI/AAAAAAAABRo/eAvdKPfKuGA/s1600/IMG_3606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-HxFRG-bI/AAAAAAAABRo/eAvdKPfKuGA/s320/IMG_3606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My white twins to go with my white baby~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;And just for my sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-IceePQUI/AAAAAAAABRw/Ihi_p-ZEMkk/s1600/IMG_3607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-IceePQUI/AAAAAAAABRw/Ihi_p-ZEMkk/s400/IMG_3607.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;✌&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6422513678271720522?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6422513678271720522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6422513678271720522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6422513678271720522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6422513678271720522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-like-kid-with-presents.html' title='I Feel Like A Kid With Presents'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/TA-F8JCeeaI/AAAAAAAABRQ/SXlSQevvUcQ/s72-c/DSC01679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2641536232761099631</id><published>2010-05-15T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T20:59:04.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gayism'/><title type='text'>Embrace the Faggotry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stopthefaggotry.org/images/1259095199.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.stopthefaggotry.org/images/1259095199.gif" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071004182329/uncyclopedia/images/b/bd/Faggotry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20071004182329/uncyclopedia/images/b/bd/Faggotry.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZBVhlLNhg/SyZEuhwBiGI/AAAAAAAACJw/Q4VkqYNsUQM/s1600/cease_faggotry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZBVhlLNhg/SyZEuhwBiGI/AAAAAAAACJw/Q4VkqYNsUQM/s320/cease_faggotry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shroomtown.com/_exhibitions/1656_Your_faggotry_ends_now.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://shroomtown.com/_exhibitions/1656_Your_faggotry_ends_now.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No, it doesn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.encentra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/gay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.encentra.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/gay.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, ladies and gentlemen, this teaches us one thing, and one thing only:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HOMOSEXUALITY PREVAILS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPU8_mp1fVY/SugzSWa1haI/AAAAAAAABSY/5Suf_LRSBlI/s1600/P5150122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CPU8_mp1fVY/SugzSWa1haI/AAAAAAAABSY/5Suf_LRSBlI/s320/P5150122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2641536232761099631?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2641536232761099631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2641536232761099631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2641536232761099631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2641536232761099631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/05/embrace-faggotry.html' title='Embrace the Faggotry'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZBVhlLNhg/SyZEuhwBiGI/AAAAAAAACJw/Q4VkqYNsUQM/s72-c/cease_faggotry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6023785935693025153</id><published>2010-05-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:53:29.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><title type='text'>It's Fate. Or Karma. Either One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VsmeO8oHI/AAAAAAAABRI/a6fcbD4sGEI/s1600/psp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VsmeO8oHI/AAAAAAAABRI/a6fcbD4sGEI/s320/psp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If anybody's curious, this is from MegaUpload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6023785935693025153?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6023785935693025153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6023785935693025153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6023785935693025153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6023785935693025153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-fate-or-karma-either-one.html' title='It&apos;s Fate. Or Karma. Either One.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VsmeO8oHI/AAAAAAAABRI/a6fcbD4sGEI/s72-c/psp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-5369725012066544586</id><published>2010-05-08T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:58:23.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the WEEKEND.</title><content type='html'>Spent the previous weekend in Penang, home of my sweet grandmother and glorious, glorious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never knew domestic flights were that fun. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZgOA9jII/AAAAAAAABQY/g2otzo-fWOQ/s1600/DSC00171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZgOA9jII/AAAAAAAABQY/g2otzo-fWOQ/s320/DSC00171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HOMEMADE AUTHENTIC PENANG PRAWN MEE, beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aahh, good food feeds my soul. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we journeyed to Gurney Plaza to get Ip Man tickets for the Sunday morning show. My mom likes to do things a day earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which I saw this hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZm0CqsuI/AAAAAAAABQg/-qNB8Mjce6Y/s1600/DSC00177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZm0CqsuI/AAAAAAAABQg/-qNB8Mjce6Y/s320/DSC00177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(by the way, I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;this awesome shirt. Currently ranked #3.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZsqMiIwI/AAAAAAAABQo/zBoM-A57jPk/s1600/DSC00178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZsqMiIwI/AAAAAAAABQo/zBoM-A57jPk/s320/DSC00178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to buy the silver one (it looks damn awesome, okay?) but it was bordering on expensive (is 40++ considered expensive? I don't know much about hats, though I love them. xD) and my mom didn't really approve ("It makes you look like a wannabe singer. Why do you want to mempersiasuikan sendiri like that?") so I didn't. *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back and had wonderful food again. Christ it's no wonder I get fat every time I go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.701panduan.com/images/ip-man-2-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.701panduan.com/images/ip-man-2-poster.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;which is, by the way, fully awesome and made of win. Pure, unadulterated win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, during the course of the movie I was kept on the edge of my seat. This scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianmoviepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/ipman21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://www.asianmoviepulse.com/wp-content/uploads/ipman21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;was breath-taking. Beautifully executed and not boring, at all. They had wonderful actors and Guy-In-The-Black-Shirt-Who's-Name-I-Don't-Know directed the fighting scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The table splitting in half was crazy and made me melt. Into the seat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second half, like the first movie, dealed with the brash and harsh attitude White Niggers (or Japanese, in the case of the first movie) had against the Chinese. It actually made me rather happy to see Ip Man punching THEEE TWISTEEEEEERR's (Really? Twister? Who came up with that name, your mom?) face in. Yes, the blood and sweat and drama of the boxing scenes are really tiring and gross after a while, but, hey. Revenge for the Other Kung Fu Master who died. I feel so bad for not remembering his name. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa, we HAVE to have an Ip Man marathon. And a LoTR one. And a Star Wars one. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZ6Ox0SZI/AAAAAAAABQw/28XRlT3Ydz0/s1600/DSC00182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZ6Ox0SZI/AAAAAAAABQw/28XRlT3Ydz0/s320/DSC00182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ignore the apparent tiredness. The shadow under my eye makes me look terribly tired. Which is not entirely false, either. Stupid overhead lighting. I just wanted to show off the black-and-white checkered shirt. Is it not awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;To end the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VaE3a1kvI/AAAAAAAABRA/dUmjjkaqelE/s1600/DSC00185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VaE3a1kvI/AAAAAAAABRA/dUmjjkaqelE/s320/DSC00185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;A little something to make you go WTF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;♥ society and its retardedness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-5369725012066544586?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/5369725012066544586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=5369725012066544586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5369725012066544586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5369725012066544586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s the WEEKEND.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S-VZgOA9jII/AAAAAAAABQY/g2otzo-fWOQ/s72-c/DSC00171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6151702996269185799</id><published>2010-04-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:19:27.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother complex'/><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>Heck yeah, it's only been what, 6 hours since you left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;GODDAMMIT I AM SUCH A 'TARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I hope you never read this post.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always said that you're my idol and c'mon, I literally worship the ground you walk on. I'm like this leech who just sticks onto you and sucks you dry of interesting information; but like a leech in comparison to a human, you never run out of fabulous things and stories and facts to tell me, just like how a person won't die of blood loss due to blood-sucking leeches. (If you've got like, hundreds of them, that's a different story.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you're short and mini-sized and your upper and lower body is disproportionate, but heck you hit a ball harder, whack a ball faster, run a race quicker, endure sports longer, jump a jump higher and throw a ball further than anybody I know. And yet you never really let me lose sight of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're nerdy and as un-pop as one can be, but yet you set trends, you do stuff your own way, you think your own thoughts, you have your own principles, you stand your own ground, you fight your own battles. But yet, at the end of the day, you'll have the time to teach me things and set me straight; wake me up so I won't be late; show me things I never knew I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're smart, retarded, funny, insane, nonsensical, a genius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all,&lt;b&gt; you're an awesome brother.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt the world has ended, or we'll meet each other only in our next lives; since the introduction of the internet, it seems that anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, the internet is only just a bunch of cables running under the sea. And the sea is a wide, wide place. The internet can't substitute the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that when we meet again we'll be awkward and forced, trying to bring back previous memories that are shared, yet so little surface. To crack a joke a expect a laugh, only to be met with a dazed smile, now that's a dream gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, as wishful as I am, I'm relieved, I'm happy, I'm overjoyed, I'm jubilant; at the end, you've got your life, and I've got mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life just started. Make good use of it, and most of all, be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6151702996269185799?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6151702996269185799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6151702996269185799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6151702996269185799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6151702996269185799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/04/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6850161809648433230</id><published>2010-04-15T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T16:33:31.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing That's Worth Dying For</title><content type='html'>School has been repetitive, normal, tiring, with Choon Pong bursting out into song every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"给我一杯忘情水～"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, you can imagine how he's infected everyone else. Now he's singing Spongebob Squarepants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my arm playing volleyball (Tythus laughed when he heard I play volleyball.) and the competition is tomorrow. Ugh... Pei En is feeling very low. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8bKlly5I3I/AAAAAAAABQQ/22etKekPlbo/s1600/DSC00133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8bKlly5I3I/AAAAAAAABQQ/22etKekPlbo/s320/DSC00133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAIL I found in Eng class today. I MEAN &lt;b&gt;WTF MAN LOL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"fiftheen" and "telcops"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BRAIN, IT JUST DIED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okays should not be online so much. I has to do homework, but I didn't bring it, :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6850161809648433230?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6850161809648433230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6850161809648433230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6850161809648433230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6850161809648433230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/04/nothing-thats-worth-dying-for.html' title='Nothing That&apos;s Worth Dying For'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8bKlly5I3I/AAAAAAAABQQ/22etKekPlbo/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4380033866146138941</id><published>2010-04-10T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:09:37.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Geo Lens: They Are Scary</title><content type='html'>Before you read this post, please understand that this post is about lenses. Specifically MY lenses. Therefore, this post will have lots of pictures of me, myself and my pimples, and please don't sue me about causing you eye and brain damage, because seriously that is so not my problem.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Angel GREEN:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8Aus8K3WrI/AAAAAAAABN4/HehLWRmVOzk/s1600/IMG_3062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8Aus8K3WrI/AAAAAAAABN4/HehLWRmVOzk/s320/IMG_3062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8Au1UvkPvI/AAAAAAAABOA/D_FcC4Fto_o/s1600/IMG_3060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8Au1UvkPvI/AAAAAAAABOA/D_FcC4Fto_o/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty okay, not as scary as what you'll see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This. THIS is scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AvzFgml_I/AAAAAAAABOI/ycXfUIzOJ3s/s1600/IMG_3063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AvzFgml_I/AAAAAAAABOI/ycXfUIzOJ3s/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;o__O LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AwGTEoZ8I/AAAAAAAABOY/6LEkUxFpclU/s1600/IMG_3066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AwGTEoZ8I/AAAAAAAABOY/6LEkUxFpclU/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AwP2RorFI/AAAAAAAABOg/UpDYslsNOR4/s1600/IMG_3069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AwP2RorFI/AAAAAAAABOg/UpDYslsNOR4/s320/IMG_3069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*eheheheheheheheheh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AwYZ9TqrI/AAAAAAAABOo/GHkJL9ppzR0/s1600/IMG_3067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AwYZ9TqrI/AAAAAAAABOo/GHkJL9ppzR0/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxBAXm74I/AAAAAAAABOw/RVL9kQ29DRU/s1600/IMG_3070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxBAXm74I/AAAAAAAABOw/RVL9kQ29DRU/s320/IMG_3070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxMX43LeI/AAAAAAAABO4/5H_bOCGrsZc/s1600/IMG_3072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxMX43LeI/AAAAAAAABO4/5H_bOCGrsZc/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;NEW BAG!!! :DDD ------------------------^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And after ONE WHOLE DAY OF LENSES...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxVPDFj8I/AAAAAAAABPA/dfX9DX8Ednk/s1600/IMG_3075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxVPDFj8I/AAAAAAAABPA/dfX9DX8Ednk/s320/IMG_3075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Damn that felt good. (To people who may know me: Please never ever ever use this picture as blackmail. I swear I will kill you.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxgWBpniI/AAAAAAAABPI/ylI2IUOK-34/s1600/IMG_3076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8AxgWBpniI/AAAAAAAABPI/ylI2IUOK-34/s320/IMG_3076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Normal brown~!! Whooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4380033866146138941?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4380033866146138941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4380033866146138941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4380033866146138941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4380033866146138941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/04/geo-lens-they-are-scary.html' title='Geo Lens: They Are Scary'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S8Aus8K3WrI/AAAAAAAABN4/HehLWRmVOzk/s72-c/IMG_3062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-778228261135687812</id><published>2010-04-05T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T14:00:47.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Some Old, Old News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l3Zi1rXBI/AAAAAAAABNI/Fp7um6cP4aE/s1600/Crossed%2BPoster%27d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l3Zi1rXBI/AAAAAAAABNI/Fp7um6cP4aE/s320/Crossed%2BPoster%27d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happens when I'm online and bored, waiting for stupid fucking videos to upload. What sort of 2 minute video takes 4 hours to upload?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Bought new thumbdrive because my previous one was destroyed. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one cost me $70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l4UkFxp-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/uSTBtuGlECw/s1600/IMG_2981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l4UkFxp-I/AAAAAAAABNQ/uSTBtuGlECw/s320/IMG_2981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l5Jt0h9MI/AAAAAAAABNY/qrbpFGamnUY/s1600/IMG_2983.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l5Jt0h9MI/AAAAAAAABNY/qrbpFGamnUY/s320/IMG_2983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l6L3tV5nI/AAAAAAAABNg/cK3JeCuxxso/s1600/IMG_2984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l6L3tV5nI/AAAAAAAABNg/cK3JeCuxxso/s320/IMG_2984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l7NYCyHII/AAAAAAAABNo/lSx2lAVfbrE/s1600/IMG_2987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l7NYCyHII/AAAAAAAABNo/lSx2lAVfbrE/s320/IMG_2987.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mini-sized, pink, thin and people have no idea what it is, despite the '8GB' written on the side. They also seem lost when they ask how do you stick it in computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if they're just acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with it, as long as it doesn't fail on me. If it does...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd better hope it's waaaaay after The End Of The World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-778228261135687812?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/778228261135687812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=778228261135687812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/778228261135687812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/778228261135687812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/04/some-old-old-news.html' title='Some Old, Old News'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7l3Zi1rXBI/AAAAAAAABNI/Fp7um6cP4aE/s72-c/Crossed%2BPoster%27d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7410493794259175499</id><published>2010-03-31T19:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:53:16.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Photoshoot=Amazing Camwhoring Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;[Edit: Flickr &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44210993@N02/sets/72157623740432160/"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;. end/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much procrastination, the pictures are finally here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;All hail my brother!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=8170&amp;amp;id=100000728628938&amp;amp;l=c4cf83803b"&gt;LINK HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Actually, I think the FB resolution is fucked up as hell, so I'm thinking of throwing it into Flickr or somewhere. I'll update with links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my blog readers, there'll be extra pictures. And comments. Haha. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvqusIPtI/AAAAAAAABMI/ghbYBwxcOkw/s1600/Photoshoot+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvqusIPtI/AAAAAAAABMI/ghbYBwxcOkw/s320/Photoshoot+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7Mv7fag9-I/AAAAAAAABMQ/IZSp1lYB-F0/s1600/Photoshoot+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7Mv7fag9-I/AAAAAAAABMQ/IZSp1lYB-F0/s320/Photoshoot+11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, my big &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt; bag. It's handy, big, and completely ugly. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7Mu5jYEjgI/AAAAAAAABLo/OTrt5Wr8OU8/s1600/Photoshoot+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7Mu5jYEjgI/AAAAAAAABLo/OTrt5Wr8OU8/s320/Photoshoot+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For some reason, despite this being a completely NOT POSED FOR shot (and also not expected of), I completely hearts this. &lt;b&gt;SRSLY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvD1UJPVI/AAAAAAAABLw/13VL02thK1U/s1600/Photoshoot+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvD1UJPVI/AAAAAAAABLw/13VL02thK1U/s320/Photoshoot+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Screw you, tall people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvP1vfb4I/AAAAAAAABL4/vfl9EazfuEk/s1600/Photoshoot+7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvP1vfb4I/AAAAAAAABL4/vfl9EazfuEk/s320/Photoshoot+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;((I love my gun.))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MwMOxFCgI/AAAAAAAABMY/6-B9rEOG92U/s1600/Photoshoot+19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MwMOxFCgI/AAAAAAAABMY/6-B9rEOG92U/s320/Photoshoot+19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;After that we decided to go nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MwY9iGmqI/AAAAAAAABMg/gTLsS-85lcQ/s1600/Photoshoot+22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MwY9iGmqI/AAAAAAAABMg/gTLsS-85lcQ/s320/Photoshoot+22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Shiki, I am seriously not cheating on you. I swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the final part which you all fear. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MwmrJKQEI/AAAAAAAABMo/vJ90HXEGkBE/s1600/Photoshoot+24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MwmrJKQEI/AAAAAAAABMo/vJ90HXEGkBE/s320/Photoshoot+24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7Mw-vUnSaI/AAAAAAAABMw/jrhcpDIQWJk/s1600/Photoshoot+39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7Mw-vUnSaI/AAAAAAAABMw/jrhcpDIQWJk/s320/Photoshoot+39.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MxaECoEZI/AAAAAAAABM4/ayXUdBE8Taw/s1600/Photoshoot+28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MxaECoEZI/AAAAAAAABM4/ayXUdBE8Taw/s320/Photoshoot+28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Urm, my target was the flamingo. Cuz it's ugly and old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's, er, it? @___@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to show off, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BY THE WAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to see the first photoshoot pictures (this is the second)?&lt;br /&gt;In the first one I'm a 'boy'. A very cute 'boy', actually. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments in the cbox, and if there's enough requests I'll post it up on FB or Flickr or here. Thanks for the support, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7410493794259175499?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7410493794259175499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7410493794259175499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7410493794259175499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7410493794259175499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/photoshootamazing-camwhoring-session.html' title='Photoshoot=Amazing Camwhoring Session'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S7MvqusIPtI/AAAAAAAABMI/ghbYBwxcOkw/s72-c/Photoshoot+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-5266172850822835271</id><published>2010-03-20T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:11:07.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuroshitsuji</title><content type='html'>Fuuuuck I love that manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much goddamn suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is Kuroshitsuji without the Black Butler? Ciel is just dangling there... alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he may be not as dependent on Sebastian as we thought he was. His act when Sebastian 'was murdered' was damn real though. Made me wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is Sebastian dead? Or is he just acting dead on the orders of his master? I do hope he's not dead, because he's a damn good-looking demon, if I may say so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's all just a game, is it... To kill off as many people as possible. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Yana Toboso to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is not a review, because unlike Naruto, (I am comparing everything to Naruto. Lols.) it has amazing plot and complexity and I don't want to ruin the spectacular mood. It'd be like reading Naruto half-way until the part where Kakashi dies and everybody's mourning him and have some bastard say Pein will revive him. FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;APRIL 17th DATE OF NEXT KUROSHITSUJI CHAPTER.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-5266172850822835271?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/5266172850822835271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=5266172850822835271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5266172850822835271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/5266172850822835271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/kuroshitsuji.html' title='Kuroshitsuji'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7059519903310785259</id><published>2010-03-20T13:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T13:16:14.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otaku'/><title type='text'>Naruto 487</title><content type='html'>I think it's starting to be a habit of mine to review each Naruto/FMA chapter. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm so getting my own domain nao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehem. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue where 486 left off, which is when Naruto talks crap about friendship and stuff when all he really wants to do is drag the Uchiha's sorry ass back to Konoha &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;and make out with him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this chapter Naruto is still talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVtqyal9I/AAAAAAAABLA/oRvEDNEP1jE/s1600-h/LOL+YAOI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVtqyal9I/AAAAAAAABLA/oRvEDNEP1jE/s320/LOL+YAOI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me, or is that totally uke-ish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after Sasuke runs away (COWARD!!!) this is what he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVwOStBWI/AAAAAAAABLI/NbTr7h9KtoM/s1600-h/08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVwOStBWI/AAAAAAAABLI/NbTr7h9KtoM/s320/08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I'm thinking some damn rough sex here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, okay, so in the first panel Sasuke is sort of cool. But his hair is resembling a porcupine instead of a bird's ass, which is one step backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Did you see that PAUSE before he said, 'that's all'?? Okay, totally TOO INTO YAOI NOW. SHIIIIT.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVyBsRYHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/c0I21U78Kuw/s1600-h/09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVyBsRYHI/AAAAAAAABLQ/c0I21U78Kuw/s320/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Sakura being the idiot she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Team 7 laughing together again...? Look, this is nice and all, but Sasuke doesn't do laughter. He's more of a... 'look-at-me-and-die' person. Imagine him laughing. 'Look-at-me-laugh-and-die-a-slow-painful-death'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RV0Ur74xI/AAAAAAAABLY/83BEEeqAFhY/s1600-h/Karin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RV0Ur74xI/AAAAAAAABLY/83BEEeqAFhY/s320/Karin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, Karin, that's the Uzumaki Naruto that Sasuke has been complaining to you and Suigetsu about. The Kyuubi-vessel, the annoying friend who wants to drag his sorry ass back to Konoha. You know, when he gets all sad and emo-ish and actually &lt;i&gt;talks&lt;/i&gt; about Konoha (he sometimes get drunk, you know). The one that plagues his dreams and also the one he wants to screw really, really badly ever since they were young. Okay, that's taking it too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After Sasuke runs away and Naruto leaves the scene there is no more SasukexNaruto interaction and that bores me so I'm not going to review on the Killer Bee's return or how Kisame hid in Samehada or even the Kage's meeting thing because I do not understand Kishimoto's "&lt;b&gt;politics&lt;/b&gt;". They make sense none.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But this just made my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RV3sfhQkI/AAAAAAAABLg/xgHim6CNL1k/s1600-h/Kabuto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RV3sfhQkI/AAAAAAAABLg/xgHim6CNL1k/s320/Kabuto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kabuto &lt;b&gt;WRIGGLES&lt;/b&gt; along? OMG SleepyFans, your translations are the BEST. I still remember once when Akamaru said "meow". Was that on purpose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7059519903310785259?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7059519903310785259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7059519903310785259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7059519903310785259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7059519903310785259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/naruto-487.html' title='Naruto 487'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S6RVtqyal9I/AAAAAAAABLA/oRvEDNEP1jE/s72-c/LOL+YAOI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7209888482501105898</id><published>2010-03-18T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T19:36:45.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.failsticker.com/img/fail-vista.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://www.failsticker.com/img/fail-vista.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/5603502079362249268-9151464497147979566?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/9151464497147979566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=9151464497147979566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/9151464497147979566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/9151464497147979566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2003695129052871421</id><published>2010-03-17T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:54:45.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otaku'/><title type='text'>So Damn Amazing</title><content type='html'>Fullmetal Alchemist is....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished chpater 105. &lt;b&gt;OMG OMG OMG NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO FMA. NOTHING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, sure, Edo-kun has been slightly less cool for the better part of 5, 6 chapters and Roy lost his sight (no one really cares about Roy anyway LOLS.) but now EDO IS BACK IN BUSINESS AND HE IS GOING TO KICK GOD'S ASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000010/000297452/67.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000010/000297452/67.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND DO YOU SEE IZUMI CURTIS SHE ISH TEH AWESUMM.&lt;/b&gt; xDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Even though there's no yaoi,&lt;/span&gt; there is &lt;i&gt;NO WAY&lt;/i&gt; Naruto can compare to &lt;b&gt;THIS AMAZING PEICE OF GENIUS.&lt;/b&gt; Why is Naruto number one most popular manga?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edward (Elric, not Cullen. Cullen can't do nothing for shit.) can kick both Naruto's &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Sasuke's asses, and probably Itachi's as well, and survive enough to get walloped over the head by Winry, who will then turn to Sakura and throw the wrench at her, because honestly, PINK HAIR FAIL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.badcasserole.com/pink_hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.badcasserole.com/pink_hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIKE THIS. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;EPIC FAILURE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I'm getting side-tracked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt; worth waiting one shit-ass long month for one chapter because it has 67 pages of pure awesome AND &lt;b&gt;NO CRAP&lt;/b&gt; WHICH EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER OF NARUTO, &lt;b&gt;HAS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh. Sad that my first obsession is going to end. But never fear, for there is, and always will be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Fanfiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2003695129052871421?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2003695129052871421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2003695129052871421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2003695129052871421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2003695129052871421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-damn-amazing.html' title='So Damn Amazing'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2789386199673353004</id><published>2010-03-13T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:19:06.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist  pictures'/><title type='text'>Harajuku Lovers</title><content type='html'>You guys know this fragrance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.butterboom.com/wp-content/uploads/apr08/harajukugirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://www.butterboom.com/wp-content/uploads/apr08/harajukugirls.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, surprise, surprise, my mom, through means of which I don't know, got me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, she actually just popped into my room one night and gave it to me, saying, "Here, take it. I don't know what it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to question her about the supposed 'joke'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5ssS85Cc2I/AAAAAAAABKo/EG0vrYXTGbY/s1600-h/IMG_2947.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5ssS85Cc2I/AAAAAAAABKo/EG0vrYXTGbY/s320/IMG_2947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5ssiPASszI/AAAAAAAABKw/-TtZSHuWIC4/s1600-h/IMG_2948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5ssiPASszI/AAAAAAAABKw/-TtZSHuWIC4/s320/IMG_2948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mine is supposedly called 'Baby'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5sswIvA9qI/AAAAAAAABK4/x6REe6T-Gxw/s1600-h/IMG_2949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5sswIvA9qI/AAAAAAAABK4/x6REe6T-Gxw/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and becasue I like to NOM stuff. RAWR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah. And I have no idea when I'll ever be using it. I want the Thomas Sabo 'Black Raven' collection. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RDK962tZ2vQ/SwrlRc4HT6I/AAAAAAAAE1w/tObVXTYxHI8/s1600/BR_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RDK962tZ2vQ/SwrlRc4HT6I/AAAAAAAAE1w/tObVXTYxHI8/s320/BR_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fashion.at/collections/2009/thomassabo8-2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.fashion.at/collections/2009/thomassabo8-2009.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luxury-insider.com/Current_Affairs/img/0709-thomas-saboAW-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.luxury-insider.com/Current_Affairs/img/0709-thomas-saboAW-09.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2789386199673353004?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2789386199673353004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2789386199673353004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2789386199673353004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2789386199673353004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/harajuku-lovers.html' title='Harajuku Lovers'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5ssS85Cc2I/AAAAAAAABKo/EG0vrYXTGbY/s72-c/IMG_2947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2056635478592466861</id><published>2010-03-12T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:06:27.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otaku  yaoi'/><title type='text'>Yaoi Pride</title><content type='html'>Now I remember why I read Naruto. Because if you are a yaoi fangirl, you NEED to totally&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Naruto/486"&gt; read this&lt;/a&gt; chapter of Naruto. So gay, I'm surprised there isn't a 18+ sign on the cover.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, anyhow, the front page is a picture of Naruto and Sasuke BEFORE SHIPPUDEN &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;DID KISHIMOTO RUN OUT OF INSPIRATION HE HAD TO DIG OUT HIS EARLY WORKS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on that page...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5pV20plU0I/AAAAAAAABIk/gcLqptidlis/s1600-h/N.S..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5pV20plU0I/AAAAAAAABIk/gcLqptidlis/s320/N.S..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MEAN LIKE DUDE SASUKE IS SMILING AND EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that isn't gay, then I don't know what is. AND DID YOU SEE THEIR INITIALS TOGETHER?! No idea why Naruto's initial is &lt;i&gt;before&lt;/i&gt; Sasuke's, but whatever. As long as they just... you know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so anyway Naruto does what he does best and 'tries to bring Sasuke out of the darkness' (OMG so shojo-manga-ish) right, so he spews all this crap about love and friendship and how he's been chasing him for so long and then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5pXZhq7aVI/AAAAAAAABIs/CkE0itEkxmc/s1600-h/Lovers...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5pXZhq7aVI/AAAAAAAABIs/CkE0itEkxmc/s320/Lovers...jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah right, bullshit, he might as well said, 'Because we're lovers!!' or 'Because we're destined to be!!' for all I care. I just know I was squealing all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, as a little info? They're supposed to die fighting together. &lt;i&gt;NOO&lt;/i&gt;, Sasuke doesn't die fighting wiht Sakura, and Hinata wasn't mentioned AT ALL for the past what, 50 chapters? Anyways, THEY DIE FIGHTING EACH OTHER WHAT MORE PROOF DO YOU &lt;b&gt;WANT&lt;/b&gt;?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I will probably reread the chapter tomorrow and give you people a blow-by-blow on each speech bubble of Naruto's and why it's got so much hidden meanings (yaoi) in there but it's late and I got to sleep now so ta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2056635478592466861?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2056635478592466861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2056635478592466861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2056635478592466861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2056635478592466861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/yaoi-pride.html' title='Yaoi Pride'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S5pV20plU0I/AAAAAAAABIk/gcLqptidlis/s72-c/N.S..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-660258136885626045</id><published>2010-03-12T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:14:24.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><title type='text'>Yes, Now About That...</title><content type='html'>The chances that I'd get the same sort of results even if I'm in the commerce stream is very high. Suffice to say that I basically went in the examination halls with the preperation percentage of less than ten percent. Slightly less than fifteen if I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be a very emo post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm going to do when I grow up. What, a lawyer? With my sort of slightly maniac logic? Hah. A scientist? With this sort of crap results? An artist? Even I myself think I draw worse than shit. Okay, maybe not as bad as shit, but honestly, only shit-eaters would buy my drawings, if that's the case. A writer? Please, I write fanfiction. Even then I don't write amazing fanfiction. A translator? Are you kidding me? With my chinese at the level of epic failure, even &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; don't trust my translation skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to pwn everyone else, then skip a year and fucking get into &lt;em&gt;collage&lt;/em&gt; by next year. Then I'd take the ADP and proceed to the US of A and spend the rest of my perfect life earning moolah in the millions by being a damn successful corporate lawyer for freaking Apple Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way things are going, I think I'd end up a murderer, a struggling wannabe-artistian and/or dead. Or I can mooch off my brother and play RO all day long, but even then my characters would be weak and lacking INT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I'm shocked at my bio is a very very large understatement. Basically, my feelings now are made out of half swear words and the weird dance of the Mad Hatter's, which is very very cool, and on a completely unrelated note, Johnny Depp oozes sex appeal even when he's playing a mad character with ugly orange hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((But I still &amp;lt;3 the Cheshire Cat better.))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the start of a week-long holiday. Have fun, everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-660258136885626045?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/660258136885626045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=660258136885626045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/660258136885626045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/660258136885626045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/yes-now-about-that.html' title='Yes, Now About That...'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6442729260755081780</id><published>2010-03-07T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:43:49.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranty Post, Panty Hose</title><content type='html'>Because it rhymes, and because I'm too lazy to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1.20pm now, and I'm not studying. Physics is killing me and I don't understand it. NOT ONE BIT. I seems that I've failed my determination to be all IN YOUR FACE and study like crazy and regain my place in Shwu Jing's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Been on Facebook for the past two hours and I'm too nervous to care. It's a different universe where I can just drift away and get lost in cyber space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom just called me and told me to stop looking at the computer, my iPod Touch or my handphone. I think she's got this third eye that can see what I'm doing even if she's not around and that scares me. Of course, it could just be her uber skills that came with becoming a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at my Physics notes and trying to comprehend the meaning of all the different formulas and when to use them. In the end, I give up and concentrate on memorizing chinese. I'll forget and start all over again. Then I'll grab my Chemistry notes and try to concentrate, despite it being the last subject and I have plenty of time to study for it. I'll gain back my composure, grab my Physics notes and stare at it. The process repeats itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the really thick Advanced Series textbooks. My biology is in safe hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a new group on Facebook, called&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; the '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/I-Hate-It-When-Small-Children-Try-To-Insult-You-Then-Think-Theyre-So-Cool/198652487268"&gt;I Hate It When Small Children Try To Insult You &amp;amp;Then Think They're So Cool&lt;/a&gt;' group. I had thought of putting a certain someone in the blacklist, but then again, that would be really embarrassing to him and he'd lost enough dignity already. Oh well, a chance to redeem himself isn't bad then, and I get brownie points too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I should really be studying, but every time I see Physics I want to... well, do something irrational like throwing it out the window. Which would be bad, because then I won't get to study it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thank you Jaster Kang, for informing me that there is 18 hours and 22 minutes left 'till the exams. I hate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That said, I should really, really study now. But most likely I'll get side-tracked by fanfiction... Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Wish me luck. I'm wishing you guys luck too. (But not as much as I'm wishing for myself, because then if you guys get higher marks than me, what's they point?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Have fun hugging onto Buddha's leg. The line is kind of long, so I'm going in the other direction in hopes of dropping off a really high cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6442729260755081780?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6442729260755081780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6442729260755081780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6442729260755081780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6442729260755081780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/03/ranty-post-panty-hose.html' title='Ranty Post, Panty Hose'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-3057362223795693890</id><published>2010-02-18T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:18:08.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Luck</title><content type='html'>...likes those who don't claim her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I'm concerned, she dislikes the way I like to gamble and own everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she chose to help someone who didn't know the game at all. My cousin sister. She's nine. She's rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite popular belief, I had not been bragging when I played a hand of cards and won back eight times its worth. That was a freaking lucky year and also, most of the time I had no idea what I was doing. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my theory stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my mom has been a complete BIT- pain in the neck. What's her problem, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of put out that my latest story has only two reviews. :/ That is made out of fail. Serious fail. So much fail I don't know where to start. And speaking of fail, I destroyed my pendrive. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUUUUHH NASTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DMC's birthday tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I have mixed feelings about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what kind of shit my brain is spewing out now, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year passed by like a freaking ninja. You don't notice it's past until it whooshes past your face. Just like that. GONE. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I HAVEN'T DONE MY FREAKING HOMEWORK YET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ninjas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Otaku rant/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe the latest chapter of Naruto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY OH WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST KILL SAKURA ALREADY, SASUKE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why I'm still reading it. It kills my brain with every chapter of shit and retarded nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should really stop. But no, can't. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY HAS ANYONE SEEN THE LATEST FMA CHAPTER EVEN THOUGH I'M SLIGHTLY TOO LATE??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It. Was. So. Epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8DD That's what manga should be. Kishimoto is losing his touch. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Otaku rant end/]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna play Ragnarok. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-3057362223795693890?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/3057362223795693890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=3057362223795693890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3057362223795693890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3057362223795693890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/02/lady-luck.html' title='Lady Luck'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1030667716096499140</id><published>2010-02-12T19:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:22:23.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otaku rant rage'/><title type='text'>Nerd RAAAAGGEEEEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I cannot believe the latest chapter of Naruto. HELLO KARIN, SASUKE KENA CURSE-SEALED IN THE FOREST OF DEATH ARE YOU HALLUCINATING AND EXCUSE ME SAKURA, WEREN'T YOU ALL &lt;i&gt;'Oh I have to KILL Sasuke-kuuuuun!!'&lt;/i&gt; LIKE THREE CHAPTERS AGO &lt;b&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH KISHIMOTO?!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The only part I like is the FIRST FREAKING PAGE, TOP RIGHT CORNER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000004/000282842/01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000004/000282842/01.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Zoom in a little more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S3UvRPvfb_I/AAAAAAAABIU/BSK7Qr_IuGk/s1600-h/sasunaru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S3UvRPvfb_I/AAAAAAAABIU/BSK7Qr_IuGk/s320/sasunaru.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INNER FANGIRL ROAR OF TRIUMPH.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;BUT THEN KISHIMOTO WENT RETARDED AND CAME UP WITH RETARDED FLASHBACKS THAT DON'T MAKE ANY SENSE &lt;b&gt;AT ALL&lt;/b&gt;. PERIOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;[Warning: Spoilers ahead. Not that you'll mind, I don't think.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000004/000282842/12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000004/000282842/12.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SO PATHETIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And then Kishimoto KILLED MY BRAIN WITH ANOTHER STUPID TWIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000004/000282842/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media.onemanga.com/mangas/00000004/000282842/17.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Um, seriously, what??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Okay, first, with Karin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Um, Karin? We never saw a single strand on DNA of &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; in the Forest Of Death arc. Don't go fantasizing stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sasuke never left Naruto/Sakura's side. The three of them were stuck together &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;and Sakura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;was being a whiny bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sasuke doesn't appear out of nowhere, kills a giant fucking &lt;i&gt;bear&lt;/i&gt;, stands on its head all heroic-like, and say 'See ya.' to a girl he doesn't even know exists. It just doesn't happen. It's not his style. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;His style is to let the bear kill his competitor and take the scroll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He just doesn't do stuff for people, not even Naruto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He'll throw himself heroically into the line of danger for Naruto, but that's because Naruto is his teammate &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;and secret lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He doesn't give a damn about Sakura, who is his other teammate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;He doesn't give a damn about people other than Naruto and Itachi, period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;HELLO GIANT FUCKING BEAR IN THE FOREST OF DEATH AND WHERE WERE YOUR OTHER TEAMMATES, KARIN?? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;YOU SUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I can't believe you wore the same glasses all the way from when you were twelve to whatever age you are now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sasuke &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;DOES NOT&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; say 'See ya.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And now, Sakura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;What happened to 'OMG HE HURT NARUTO IMMA GONNA KIIIILLLL HIIIIMMMM!!'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Do you honestly think that you can kill Sasuke? I MEAN HELLO, SHARINGAN-USER??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Why the hell did you think that knocking out Kiba, Lee and Sai is a good idea? WHY? WHYY?? Stop acting like Harry Potter you make me want to puke. DD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Nobody cares if you leave Konaha. Seriously. No one gives a damn about you, except maybe Lee, but then again, he wears green spandex. They match your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just dislike they way you do stuff. I mean, super strength is cool and everything, but seriously? &lt;i&gt;You're hot and you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in and you're out, you're up and... &lt;/i&gt;Oh, you get my drift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just... Get out of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And Sauce-ghey, you emo bunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;"What do you want with me?" Seriously? Have you been listening to Adam Lambert lately? I mean, I'm not surprised, with your extreme gayness and all, but still. You should've said "GTFOut of my sight, pinky." or something along that line. Saying 'what do you want with me' is just ENCOURAGING CONVERSATION WHICH YOU DO NOT DO AS IT IS &lt;b&gt;NOT YOUR EMO STYLE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DENYING YOUR GAY NATURE, AND HAS YOUR TIME WITH PEDOSNAKE TURNED YOU INTO A SADISTIC UKE? BECAUSE THAT IS JUST SO, SO WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Honestly. Stop being uke. It breaks my heart to see NaruSasu's in FF.net. WHERE DID THE COOL AND IMPERSONAL, STAND-OFFISH SEME SASUKE GO?? I want my SasuNaru!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Listen to more Adam Lambert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Lastly, Naruto-kuun~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Why have you become the Seme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Did you think that curling into a ball under your covers while digging a hole is smart? (Well, at least it did the trick...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Listen to Adam Lambert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;WHY ARE YOU SEME?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Do you feel left out when the entire Shippuden is revolving around Sasuke, and not you, who had the series named after you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Find Sasuke quick and GIMME SUM YAAAOOOOOIIIIIII.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;K THX BAI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;NERD RAGE GUUUHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wow freaking long LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dunno when I'll post the Spring Festival photos. Jia Woei KILLED MY BATTERY, YOU NINCOMPOOP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Culinary competition was a big mess because I sort of mess up. D: I left like... the chicken at home. Boo. And despite the amazing taste, it was not eye-catching. Yeah, we messed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Um. Sorry? Heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;....Bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1030667716096499140?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1030667716096499140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1030667716096499140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1030667716096499140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1030667716096499140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/02/nerd-raaaaggeeeeee.html' title='Nerd RAAAAGGEEEEEE'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S3UvRPvfb_I/AAAAAAAABIU/BSK7Qr_IuGk/s72-c/sasunaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1059555983283947985</id><published>2010-02-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:54:11.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem With Pictures</title><content type='html'>They are a pain, especially when you have over 300 hundred of them all stored neatly in the memory card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2 events.&lt;/span&gt; Not to mention I have to edit and go through a series of selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN THERE'S &lt;b&gt;CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/b&gt;. Another event to get busy for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Valentine's day. I just noticed that I haven't started typing Sues' birthday fic. &lt;u&gt;DAMN&lt;/u&gt;. I thought I'd already done it. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOUTUBE IS TAKING A FREAKING LONG TIME TO UPLOAD STUFF. WHAT IS THE SITUATION HERE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of situations. xD LOL MY HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZNZPKalJnmw"&gt;S1S3 All Must Watch!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even those who are not from S1S3 can ALSO watch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I sort of lost my point here. Erm. Moving on. &lt;b&gt;BAI.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1059555983283947985?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1059555983283947985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1059555983283947985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1059555983283947985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1059555983283947985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/02/problem-with-pictures.html' title='The Problem With Pictures'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4364333911816383063</id><published>2010-01-31T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:54:02.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning.</title><content type='html'>And I'm stuck at home doing MATHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this shit, I ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and bro downstairs watching Departures. I wanna join, but mom said I haven't finished my math so no movie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't updated in a loooong time. DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So updating now, LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting an epic shirt with the words "I HERD YOU LIEK YAOI??" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pictures if I remember. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;KRADAM RULES ALL, RIGHT BEHIND SASUNARU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4364333911816383063?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4364333911816383063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4364333911816383063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4364333911816383063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4364333911816383063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-9129290773944596861</id><published>2010-01-24T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T12:07:04.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Is Caring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Why do we need to learn about reflections and refractions and the angle and everything? When the hell are we actually going to use it? And why do we need to know that the roots of this is ∂ and ß?? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, I want to pimp our &lt;b&gt;NEW CLASS BLOG&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://s1s3bestofall.blogspot.com/"&gt;S1S3 Best Of All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are made of win. Applause, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone heard of the song Yellow by Coldplay? I bet you guys have and never knew. Go look it up on YouTube. It is &lt;i&gt;great&lt;/i&gt;. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my jacket. It's gray and soft. And warm. Yes, I like my jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget you owe me fifty bucks and like five lunch boxes, Lisa. Ooh, I wonder how long you gonna pay me baack for eveerythiiiing.... *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again, have I mentioned Yellow by Coldplay?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to OneTwoTeahouse tomorrow for my society's committee meeting. DD: Another week unable to go makan with my girlfriend. WTH MAN. I only have a limited amount of Thursdays to go with her. &lt;b&gt;EVIIIIIIL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only 3 weeks left 'till CNY, dearies. Have you guys got everything yet? Some of you may not know this, but our CNY hols are only until Thursday. We start school on Friday. Which means it's less than a week, as opposed to our usual 9 days. Do any of you feel like killing the school Board Of Directors? Yes? May I suggest battery water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it's late, and eve though I already had a nap this afternoon, I still want my sleep. And the bugs are irritating the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7561848815900456628?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7561848815900456628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7561848815900456628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7561848815900456628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7561848815900456628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-11-at-night.html' title='It&apos;s 11 at Night'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4275537936738566988</id><published>2010-01-17T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:31:33.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I did.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Excessive amount of photos. Please leave if you feel like killing yourself whenever you see my face. Or, for some reason, you want to commit suicide, read on, but leave some comments before you decide to end your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQurWlzEI/AAAAAAAABFE/QlmUMygVdlk/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQurWlzEI/AAAAAAAABFE/QlmUMygVdlk/s320/DSC00018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taken with my Yari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3dvision-blog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3dvision-blog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #6aa84f;"&gt;MADE OF WIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQYGQEBbI/AAAAAAAABE0/4CTLOF67GoA/s1600-h/Chopsticks.Anne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQYGQEBbI/AAAAAAAABE0/4CTLOF67GoA/s320/Chopsticks.Anne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQTmunEoI/AAAAAAAABEs/k6a-Mqiicus/s1600-h/Chopsticks,+Anne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQTmunEoI/AAAAAAAABEs/k6a-Mqiicus/s320/Chopsticks,+Anne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;still one of my MOST EPIC AWESOME FAVORITE SHIRTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to a Japanese restaurant along Old Klang Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wearing my green lens and my mom said I looked like a dying sick person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LgTxQ3uuI/AAAAAAAABFM/kntE2_MvO2c/s1600-h/IMG_2307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LgTxQ3uuI/AAAAAAAABFM/kntE2_MvO2c/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look so much like Lisa it's not funny. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LgffuO9uI/AAAAAAAABFU/odoRf_tsql8/s1600-h/IMG_2303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LgffuO9uI/AAAAAAAABFU/odoRf_tsql8/s320/IMG_2303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my normal look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LgryzMoBI/AAAAAAAABFc/b9QmTRR8O-c/s1600-h/IMG_2306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LgryzMoBI/AAAAAAAABFc/b9QmTRR8O-c/s320/IMG_2306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 my Yari~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then this morning we went to Mont Kiara's flea market thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was so awesome. I went there with my mom last week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LjfaOt5dI/AAAAAAAABFs/57UdE1L8kno/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LjfaOt5dI/AAAAAAAABFs/57UdE1L8kno/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My god. I should really clear up my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1Ljv_GtSSI/AAAAAAAABF0/hqkJTZmr79U/s1600-h/IMG_2290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1Ljv_GtSSI/AAAAAAAABF0/hqkJTZmr79U/s320/IMG_2290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LkGqOUspI/AAAAAAAABGE/OF_0FPEvIiE/s1600-h/IMG_2299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LkGqOUspI/AAAAAAAABGE/OF_0FPEvIiE/s320/IMG_2299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Breakfast- Prawn Mee and Jelly Grass Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1Lj7adHbWI/AAAAAAAABF8/S-pzxyqT6yw/s1600-h/IMG_2295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1Lj7adHbWI/AAAAAAAABF8/S-pzxyqT6yw/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mommy. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LlyGGdosI/AAAAAAAABG0/fXfIWRYZk_0/s1600-h/IMG_2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LlyGGdosI/AAAAAAAABG0/fXfIWRYZk_0/s320/IMG_2300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then visited the same shops we visited last week. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bought two dresses. One of them is &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. &lt;span style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LhBkTjBzI/AAAAAAAABFk/85ydLFt4yN4/s1600-h/IMG_2310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LhBkTjBzI/AAAAAAAABFk/85ydLFt4yN4/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LkwQxmrLI/AAAAAAAABGM/poYAT77jHuY/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LkwQxmrLI/AAAAAAAABGM/poYAT77jHuY/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LlSxSu8DI/AAAAAAAABGk/6I77nQT2IXE/s1600-h/Half.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LlSxSu8DI/AAAAAAAABGk/6I77nQT2IXE/s320/Half.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love this picture, I don't know why. Heh. That necklace is also new. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LlI8hqXXI/AAAAAAAABGc/QaapGxnbhUo/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LlI8hqXXI/AAAAAAAABGc/QaapGxnbhUo/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1Lk8GsBlZI/AAAAAAAABGU/oMG1pYm1hgs/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1Lk8GsBlZI/AAAAAAAABGU/oMG1pYm1hgs/s320/IMG_2316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LliBtSjvI/AAAAAAAABGs/f7zxYUVO000/s1600-h/DSC_0375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LliBtSjvI/AAAAAAAABGs/f7zxYUVO000/s320/DSC_0375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that is it. Yes, the whole point of this was to show off the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I'm pimping myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263715956526"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1263715956527"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4275537936738566988?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4275537936738566988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4275537936738566988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4275537936738566988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4275537936738566988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-did.html' title='So, I did.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S1LQurWlzEI/AAAAAAAABFE/QlmUMygVdlk/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-3862662889099419</id><published>2010-01-16T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:16:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK</title><content type='html'>There are four 'policemen' standing outside my house right now, demanding to speak to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Dad is in China.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's 12 fucking midnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of all the days I decide to sleep early these idiots come along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If this has anything to do with the ISA deciding to detain me because I insulted both Najib and Allah in the same sentence, I swear I am going to-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let it be known that I am holding a knife in my hands. Just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-3862662889099419?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/3862662889099419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=3862662889099419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3862662889099419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3862662889099419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-fuck.html' title='WHAT THE FUCK'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7102447045322151627</id><published>2010-01-13T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:55:44.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...And A Dash Of Awesome.</title><content type='html'>Before I get all high and everything, I LOST MY CONTACTS SO IF YOU WANT ME TO STILL REACH YOU SEND ME A MESSAGE WITH YOUR NAME. Those from J3E don't need to, since there's this awesome booklet with pictures and numbers and bloggies and stuff. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, my Facebook account got disabled so don't go looking for me on it. It's hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the photoshoot pictures which got deleted together with my account, I'm making a (professional) album. Hey, I have a Mac, I'm supposed to use it. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got my new phone today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carkitstunter.nl/contents/media/sony-ericsson-yari-phone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://carkitstunter.nl/contents/media/sony-ericsson-yari-phone.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skymobilezone.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sony-ericsson-yari-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://skymobilezone.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/sony-ericsson-yari-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dustbowl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/yari_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://dustbowl.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/yari_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Say Hello to my new Yari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awesome. End of conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7102447045322151627?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7102447045322151627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7102447045322151627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7102447045322151627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7102447045322151627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-dash-of-awesome.html' title='...And A Dash Of Awesome.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-6265394644326891517</id><published>2010-01-07T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:54:53.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Australian Duck-billed Platypus</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;2010 SUCKS PLATYPUS SHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided to stay on one boat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got O Levels forced on me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got caught by fucking prefects for my HAIR. (Thrice!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New shoe chaffs my big toe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PHONE GOT &lt;b&gt;CONFISCATED&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't play RO.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phyllis AND Kaye transfered school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Two more years 'till 2012 and the end of the world as we know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just SUCK? If I were an emo suicidal teen with imbalanced hormones, I would have killed myself a long, long time ago. But then again, I am not, so you people will have to put up with my ranting for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE, STUPID ACCURSED GOVERNMENT NECESSITY. (Thank you, Zean. Don't mind me stealing your line, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, (yes, I know I'm really late for this post, but.) Hui Ru and Suet Teng came over on the second of January (what a great way to start the platypus year!) and we went, well, nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap. I'll just post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xg9hMxxjI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BHSZHPYGg9Y/s1600-h/IMG_2211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xg9hMxxjI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BHSZHPYGg9Y/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XhJ5Fo6dI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Z3UETBt1Tng/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XhJ5Fo6dI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Z3UETBt1Tng/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;She's raping my Moo Moo, OH MY GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to McD's. Their Fillet-O-Fish is rapidly decreasing in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we just walked around the Bangsar area, waltzing into boutiques like nobody's business and generally causing quite a lot of havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by Bangsar ViIIage and saw a pianist at work. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XhX18lM7I/AAAAAAAAA_U/KUvEVj5GTPk/s1600-h/IMG_2213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XhX18lM7I/AAAAAAAAA_U/KUvEVj5GTPk/s320/IMG_2213.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then somehow we started camwhoring. Our goal? To use as many different backgrounds as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XhncqDp9I/AAAAAAAAA_c/g5Tiq8NM_0s/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XhncqDp9I/AAAAAAAAA_c/g5Tiq8NM_0s/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7-eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xhzdp9YHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/42RvCPk2WsU/s1600-h/IMG_2215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xhzdp9YHI/AAAAAAAAA_k/42RvCPk2WsU/s320/IMG_2215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; bought that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiA4PdRkI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5XUie4rU_1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiA4PdRkI/AAAAAAAAA_s/5XUie4rU_1Y/s320/IMG_2216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiN6s8V9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/z2_GigWutME/s1600-h/IMG_2217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiN6s8V9I/AAAAAAAAA_0/z2_GigWutME/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiYVTuKrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/K2lOB6MzKHI/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiYVTuKrI/AAAAAAAAA_8/K2lOB6MzKHI/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xilc9xn9I/AAAAAAAABAE/9cfEVe0_nmM/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xilc9xn9I/AAAAAAAABAE/9cfEVe0_nmM/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These money people... *shakes head* They were honestly like $_$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiyZkkOKI/AAAAAAAABAM/KSVHKWFqQDY/s1600-h/IMG_2223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XiyZkkOKI/AAAAAAAABAM/KSVHKWFqQDY/s320/IMG_2223.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ORZ LOOK. LISA DO YOU SEEM TO RECOGNIZE A CERTAIN PAIR OF SHOES? Okay, it's Ru's. Not mine. Or Lisa's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the camwhoring--starting, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlAazhRPI/AAAAAAAABAU/64Xffc0ULmw/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlAazhRPI/AAAAAAAABAU/64Xffc0ULmw/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlMXRrMoI/AAAAAAAABAc/oPa3sinoEjQ/s1600-h/IMG_2227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlMXRrMoI/AAAAAAAABAc/oPa3sinoEjQ/s320/IMG_2227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlZGE18JI/AAAAAAAABAk/FD54NQ2i6XI/s1600-h/IMG_2228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlZGE18JI/AAAAAAAABAk/FD54NQ2i6XI/s320/IMG_2228.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hui Ru wanted to go to a Thai Bar and order alcoholic drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went back to McD's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlkeuPSeI/AAAAAAAABAs/Y9Cr77tyRQY/s1600-h/IMG_2230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XlkeuPSeI/AAAAAAAABAs/Y9Cr77tyRQY/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Let's see if they ripped us off, hmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xlt5RxcqI/AAAAAAAABA0/T8MTpe0SdFA/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xlt5RxcqI/AAAAAAAABA0/T8MTpe0SdFA/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xl33DLoDI/AAAAAAAABA8/7OOtx5bBARk/s1600-h/IMG_2232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xl33DLoDI/AAAAAAAABA8/7OOtx5bBARk/s320/IMG_2232.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I just have to make everything gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XmCSQtC3I/AAAAAAAABBE/irTzw2mByks/s1600-h/IMG_2233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XmCSQtC3I/AAAAAAAABBE/irTzw2mByks/s320/IMG_2233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XnPnJCvHI/AAAAAAAABBM/64j6MFl_Bz4/s1600-h/IMG_2237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XnPnJCvHI/AAAAAAAABBM/64j6MFl_Bz4/s320/IMG_2237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then we went to the park to &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;destroy public property&lt;/span&gt; camwhore some more. It started drizzling so we were screaming and yelling and shrieking and laughing while running. It was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XnkOsfHXI/AAAAAAAABBU/tqpIOeEjkqs/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XnkOsfHXI/AAAAAAAABBU/tqpIOeEjkqs/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xn0KV5-3I/AAAAAAAABBc/VZVqrAVJlEk/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xn0KV5-3I/AAAAAAAABBc/VZVqrAVJlEk/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XoHmXysjI/AAAAAAAABBk/gDlw47SLA28/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XoHmXysjI/AAAAAAAABBk/gDlw47SLA28/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XpEFfLVnI/AAAAAAAABBs/Zh_TkvBIJFI/s1600-h/IMG_2246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XpEFfLVnI/AAAAAAAABBs/Zh_TkvBIJFI/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Romeo, catch me if I fall!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XpW15WzpI/AAAAAAAABB0/0mU6_2Q-DH4/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XpW15WzpI/AAAAAAAABB0/0mU6_2Q-DH4/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"What are you doing~~?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xpppz9Z9I/AAAAAAAABB8/eI2PW_rP-5Y/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xpppz9Z9I/AAAAAAAABB8/eI2PW_rP-5Y/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"EATING YOU UP!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then we saw Ru being &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xp6adxbZI/AAAAAAAABCE/f0OK29yhgcY/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xp6adxbZI/AAAAAAAABCE/f0OK29yhgcY/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XqQS-ZujI/AAAAAAAABCM/0xCE_7s3L3o/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XqQS-ZujI/AAAAAAAABCM/0xCE_7s3L3o/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...so I decided to show off my super gymnastic skillz. To make her happeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XqbdQ8BXI/AAAAAAAABCU/weKr1heIssA/s1600-h/IMG_2258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XqbdQ8BXI/AAAAAAAABCU/weKr1heIssA/s320/IMG_2258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then Suet Tend was feeling &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;horny&lt;/span&gt; that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XrdrXrSeI/AAAAAAAABCc/eZDxRpDB7rQ/s1600-h/IMG_2260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XrdrXrSeI/AAAAAAAABCc/eZDxRpDB7rQ/s320/IMG_2260.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so I got &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;raepd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xsdh7wuGI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZhGCH5GeNpM/s1600-h/IMG_2263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xsdh7wuGI/AAAAAAAABC8/ZhGCH5GeNpM/s320/IMG_2263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then I decided to do Ru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xr1x5ihYI/AAAAAAAABCs/bd3uBqR-EhM/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xr1x5ihYI/AAAAAAAABCs/bd3uBqR-EhM/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...No, I just... can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XsHY_61oI/AAAAAAAABC0/MW1hCZrXRgI/s1600-h/IMG_2268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XsHY_61oI/AAAAAAAABC0/MW1hCZrXRgI/s320/IMG_2268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so instead, I got raeped... again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xxh078ILI/AAAAAAAABDU/mSkPPlGWZOs/s1600-h/IMG_2266.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xxh078ILI/AAAAAAAABDU/mSkPPlGWZOs/s320/IMG_2266.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"...Please don't hurt me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xx5tzKpwI/AAAAAAAABDc/kldnquQZpz8/s1600-h/IMG_2269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xx5tzKpwI/AAAAAAAABDc/kldnquQZpz8/s320/IMG_2269.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then all was, uh, well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XyMo08dhI/AAAAAAAABDk/L6MbtRQWEH8/s1600-h/IMG_2270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XyMo08dhI/AAAAAAAABDk/L6MbtRQWEH8/s320/IMG_2270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Until Suet Teng came around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XyedWFvEI/AAAAAAAABDs/w4q0wDL66GU/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0XyedWFvEI/AAAAAAAABDs/w4q0wDL66GU/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Wow, that was tiring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xyw8Eq6jI/AAAAAAAABD0/omgSam-dYB0/s1600-h/IMG_2272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xyw8Eq6jI/AAAAAAAABD0/omgSam-dYB0/s320/IMG_2272.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...and they're back at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xzh0S3RRI/AAAAAAAABD8/_Q1UGlq-c8g/s1600-h/IMG_2274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xzh0S3RRI/AAAAAAAABD8/_Q1UGlq-c8g/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;then we decided to pimp a school bus on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xzuvgv1QI/AAAAAAAABEE/0-v0mxEPqN4/s1600-h/IMG_2275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xzuvgv1QI/AAAAAAAABEE/0-v0mxEPqN4/s320/IMG_2275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but they got quickly tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xz61GIIYI/AAAAAAAABEM/TH2L8ehlJtk/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xz61GIIYI/AAAAAAAABEM/TH2L8ehlJtk/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so I decided to do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0X0JCvZJsI/AAAAAAAABEU/27xYVnBf8-8/s1600-h/IMG_2279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0X0JCvZJsI/AAAAAAAABEU/27xYVnBf8-8/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While Ru was very engrossed in her books,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0X0UTI7O4I/AAAAAAAABEc/2JHJFooAs_0/s1600-h/IMG_2281.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0X0UTI7O4I/AAAAAAAABEc/2JHJFooAs_0/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0X0iIjUz1I/AAAAAAAABEk/xa79Yr9a5gY/s1600-h/IMG_2278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0X0iIjUz1I/AAAAAAAABEk/xa79Yr9a5gY/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is what keeps us together. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Had great awesome fun. :3 Hope we can do it again, and maybe do more photoshooting. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-6265394644326891517?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/6265394644326891517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=6265394644326891517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6265394644326891517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/6265394644326891517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/australian-duck-billed-platypus.html' title='The Australian Duck-billed Platypus'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/S0Xg9hMxxjI/AAAAAAAAA_E/BHSZHPYGg9Y/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1437043453660833281</id><published>2010-01-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:12:41.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>202th Post, New Year, New Revelations</title><content type='html'>So, guys, it's the new year. Currently it is the 1st January 2010, 1 am in the morning, and I am sitting here, in the half-dark, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the last few hours of the old year in my dad's friend's penthouse. We could see fireworks from every direction. I never knew there were so many places shooting off rockets into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, the only conversations I had there was with adults. As in, I-have-four-kids-and-I'm-thinking-of-sending-them-into-chinese-private-schools kind of adults. So yes, I spent the night advising these daddies how to improve their kid's English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I called Lisa because I was sort-of perhaps maybe too happy. That's another story, to be told another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be frank, there is nothing to write about. New Years.... I've seen 15 of them. But ah, today- technically, yesterday, something big happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I never thought I'd be facing until say, oh, a few years later. But it happened, it's here, it's staring me in the eye, and I'm thinking, 'What the heck, I'm so going with it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, 2009 over, with 2010 just starting... And something else, something so strange and new, it's starting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus I'm happy. And I hope you'll be happy with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1437043453660833281?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1437043453660833281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1437043453660833281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1437043453660833281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1437043453660833281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2010/01/202th-post-new-year-new-revelations.html' title='202th Post, New Year, New Revelations'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-3564614916773652163</id><published>2009-12-28T12:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T12:24:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMUCHFAGGOTTREEEVENNARUTOCAN'TBELIEVEIT</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I woke up at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One look at my iPod (I keep the thing under my pillow. :]) and my brain went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1...11.....11:4....11:49......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.............&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;11:49?!?!?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I panicked, because I wasn't supposed to be up so late, and my dad would most probably force me to skip lunch to do maths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hurriedly waking myself up (and also checking out my messy, out-of-the-bed-defying-gravity hairstyle and wondering how I could style it like that with wax and hairspray, because it looks really nice.) and going downstairs, I learn that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) It's lunch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) My dad is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue maniacal laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food right after sleep, such a luxury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[rant] Warning! If you do not wish to see caps lock abuse, or have no idea of Naruto and its story, please ignore all of the below text. [/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG DID ANYONE SEE NARUTO CHAPTER 477 BECAUSE OHMYGOD &lt;b&gt;ITACHI&lt;/b&gt; IS ALIVE!!! &lt;b&gt;ITACHI&lt;/b&gt; IS ALIIIIIIIVE!!!! HE LIVES!!! HE LIVES!!! I KNEW HE WOULDN'T DIE BECAUSE HONESTLY NO ONE WANTS &lt;b&gt;ITACHI&lt;/b&gt; DEAD. EVEN KAKASHI HAD BEEN REVIVED BY PIEN ZOMG ZOMG ZOMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;ITACHI-KUN I LOVES YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hearts you more than I heart Sasuke... *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OHMYGOD ROY LOST HIS SIGHT DDDDD': even though I don't like that guy, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALPHONSE LEFT HIS BODY AT THE GATE HE'S NOT GONNA MAKE IT BACK I TELL YOU. THEY'RE ALL GONNA BE ARM/LEGLESS AND BODYLESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: I hate Wrath. But Scar is so cool with his 'He's going down.' line. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-3564614916773652163?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/3564614916773652163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=3564614916773652163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3564614916773652163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/3564614916773652163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/somuchfaggottreeevennarutocantbelieveit.html' title='SOMUCHFAGGOTTREEEVENNARUTOCAN&apos;TBELIEVEIT'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7087396570939306125</id><published>2009-12-25T18:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T19:11:14.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendations</title><content type='html'>Browsing through onemanga and found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/Sable_Prince/"&gt;Sable Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like. Demon prince and bullied accomplice. P&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;ERFECT SETTING FOR SOME YAOI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read it. Rated 3.5/5 due to art and stupid (female) characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this &lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/The_Sleepy_Residents_of_Birdcage_Manor/"&gt;Sleepy Residents of Birdcage Manor&lt;/a&gt; is also surprisingly nice, and realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta say the art's not all that good though, but it's a 3.5/5 for the plot and characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7087396570939306125?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7087396570939306125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7087396570939306125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7087396570939306125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7087396570939306125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/recommendations.html' title='Recommendations'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1076589901526976994</id><published>2009-12-24T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:51:42.981+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FMA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Quick Update from the Quick Stick</title><content type='html'>ORZ OXYMORON. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, got the Pmr results (despite popular belief, it is &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; the end of the world) and went to Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I CANNOT BELIEVE BOTH KAH LOKE AND MING YI HAVE THE EXACT SAME SHIRT AS ME, WHICH I BOUGHT IN HONG KONG, AND ASLO SUPPOSEDLY AN 'AUTUMN SHIRT'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played bowling, which I failed spectacularly in (and probably sprained a couple of fingers too) and then forced Adrian to AnimeTech with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD KUROSHITSUJI IT IS SO AWESOME I BLEW A FUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKdmsSLZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6QcMALJwb6Q/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKdmsSLZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6QcMALJwb6Q/s320/DSC00928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*gasp* The Legendary BUTTER KNIFE OF DOOOOM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKahOOuKI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1ldrQTt2vtM/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKahOOuKI/AAAAAAAAA-0/1ldrQTt2vtM/s320/DSC00929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh look, Edo doesn't look too happy that I have a new fandom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*huggles Ed* Silly thing, you'll always be my #1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKXXy7w4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/PRtstKXZZU8/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKXXy7w4I/AAAAAAAAA-s/PRtstKXZZU8/s320/DSC00930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A membership/credit card of sorts to a underground, illegal Kuroshitsuji fanclub, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to Papa John's (pizza AGAIN, after yesterday's lunch. AAAAAHHHH.) where I noticed that I was the only girl who ate three slices of pizza, two breadsticks, some cheese-bake-rice. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Crystal, Jia Hui, Jia Wen and me (basically, all the girls except Ming Yi, who left for Sungai Wang) went shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically we walked around. In circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I FOUND A CHOKER ASDFJADLKJFDJLKAJLKDFJDK RAWR WHEEE WHEEE WHEEE KYAAAAAAHH!!! xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOJ3Ii_TaI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Cfxu3n40Zjw/s1600-h/DSC00914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOJ3Ii_TaI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Cfxu3n40Zjw/s320/DSC00914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOJ0DyP6TI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-ho37g8CdZw/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOJ0DyP6TI/AAAAAAAAA-c/-ho37g8CdZw/s320/DSC00927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then we went to Pavilion and OH GOD THE AMOUNT OF HUMANS. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll leave that for tomorrow, since it's like, OH GOD 12, and my camera's in the other room. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1076589901526976994?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1076589901526976994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1076589901526976994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1076589901526976994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1076589901526976994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/quick-update-from-quick-stick.html' title='Quick Update from the Quick Stick'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzOKdmsSLZI/AAAAAAAAA-8/6QcMALJwb6Q/s72-c/DSC00928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-1977210339605400878</id><published>2009-12-23T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:45:45.052+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Says the Bride to the Groom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;So as most people know, I went back to Penang over the weekend for my cousin sister's wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before that, was the day we got our UEC results. Let's not talk about that, but talk about what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met Ice and waited for Lisa. Then went to TS for lunch (Wendy's was surprisingly good.) and met up with Crystal. Surprisingly enough we all wore black shirts and jeans (except for me. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_AUqfzoI/AAAAAAAAA70/kidRDsYfcSg/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_AUqfzoI/AAAAAAAAA70/kidRDsYfcSg/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9ACO8IPVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/iM67jlOe7Qc/s1600-h/IMG_1725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9ACO8IPVI/AAAAAAAAA8M/iM67jlOe7Qc/s320/IMG_1725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See? Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was also wearing black nail polish and got slandered for it. DD: My teacher thought I was being emo and causing self-hurt and my uncle said 'Do you know how ridiculous you look?'. Why yes, thank you, it's a teenage thing. *rolls eyes* Anyways. There was a Japan food fair at TS and I bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8-05dD_II/AAAAAAAAA7s/lEh_wGhSse0/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8-05dD_II/AAAAAAAAA7s/lEh_wGhSse0/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you cow fetish. I'm preparing my First-Day-of-Senior-High-Lunch-Box (thank you Lisa, for making all those plans and getting me high. Damn I'm hungry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyways. I came across a fantastical new shirt which I wore to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_Wlp5WMI/AAAAAAAAA78/BVyQySkq8MU/s1600-h/IMG_1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_Wlp5WMI/AAAAAAAAA78/BVyQySkq8MU/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;'Ride On A Bike'... ;A; So much win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which goes extremely well with my jacket....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_f_LQjbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/XAepWacypQw/s1600-h/IMG_1735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_f_LQjbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/XAepWacypQw/s320/IMG_1735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the handshake. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINK AND BLACK!!! WHEE!!! &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I have become unbelievably girly. OH GOD NO THE HORROR. DDD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slept most of the way to Penang because I was feeling a bit under the weather. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I also missed the chance to take a picture of my SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME waterfall (I ALWAYS, ALWAYS miss it.) so... *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhows, reached Penang safely with no damage and got my &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt; WIG from my sister *goes into spasms* and also a &lt;u&gt;WHOLE LOT&lt;/u&gt; OF &lt;b&gt;CHOPSTICKS&lt;/b&gt; *cries* BECAUSE SHE IS JUST SO AWESOME LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9C9JlgUDI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1UsCEg3ckiY/s1600-h/IMG_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9C9JlgUDI/AAAAAAAAA8U/1UsCEg3ckiY/s320/IMG_1757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9DIXPwCXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/aPMQ-LXmuRk/s1600-h/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9DIXPwCXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/aPMQ-LXmuRk/s320/IMG_1746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9GAmZxCuI/AAAAAAAAA8k/1JtEUbjLInE/s1600-h/IMG_1773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9GAmZxCuI/AAAAAAAAA8k/1JtEUbjLInE/s320/IMG_1773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looks less weird if I cover up my eyebrows. :\ But still. These pictures are just for fun, because I was tired (it shows in my eyes) and I didn't clean up my face D: so I look... not so nice. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then my uncle (the same one that said I looked ridiculous with black nail polish) decided to be an ass and played with my wig while I was not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9Hfz25-VI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uWEChrxhxJc/s1600-h/Photo001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9Hfz25-VI/AAAAAAAAA8s/uWEChrxhxJc/s320/Photo001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9IATm1LSI/AAAAAAAAA80/SiBoRjdGhek/s1600-h/Photo002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9IATm1LSI/AAAAAAAAA80/SiBoRjdGhek/s320/Photo002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9IFeKkVgI/AAAAAAAAA88/AqBOd3NVASg/s1600-h/Photo005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9IFeKkVgI/AAAAAAAAA88/AqBOd3NVASg/s320/Photo005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9IKbxfT8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/2tJqwfUrxt8/s1600-h/Photo007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy9IKbxfT8I/AAAAAAAAA9E/2tJqwfUrxt8/s320/Photo007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am getting back at him by posting these online. HAHA. 8DD There goes his masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we had lunch at this fantabulous place my cousin brother (who is older than my aunt, will you believe that?) took us to. Yum, delicious. P:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Gama to do something, and I took the chance to buy a new hat. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIeksMgDgI/AAAAAAAAA9M/CTMhRlpGTck/s1600-h/IMG_1783.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIeksMgDgI/AAAAAAAAA9M/CTMhRlpGTck/s320/IMG_1783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Look, HAT. 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Oh GOD I AM POSTING PICTURES OF MYSELF UNNECESSARILY ON THE NET AKDJALDJFLKASAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we shall skip to the actual wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIgc5LTDLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/VgTOBL25qOY/s1600-h/IMG_1786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIgc5LTDLI/AAAAAAAAA9U/VgTOBL25qOY/s320/IMG_1786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bride + Bridesmaids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIgljwoiCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/RBqmdsr0IgY/s1600-h/IMG_1791.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIgljwoiCI/AAAAAAAAA9c/RBqmdsr0IgY/s320/IMG_1791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ZOMG MY GRANDMA. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIgtSrnHZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lfvTvawp_tw/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIgtSrnHZI/AAAAAAAAA9k/lfvTvawp_tw/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIg2z9_gzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ZVzVwVyEZgo/s1600-h/IMG_1794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIg2z9_gzI/AAAAAAAAA9s/ZVzVwVyEZgo/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIhBMHU5mI/AAAAAAAAA90/g3_10lYqgds/s1600-h/IMG_1795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIhBMHU5mI/AAAAAAAAA90/g3_10lYqgds/s320/IMG_1795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Again, the bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger likes making my pictures butt-ugly. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIqHGaAL0I/AAAAAAAAA98/sxOr9wLXMd0/s1600-h/IMG_1812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIqHGaAL0I/AAAAAAAAA98/sxOr9wLXMd0/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of butts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIqvRIb2rI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6NCn3ka5yNI/s1600-h/IMG_1910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIqvRIb2rI/AAAAAAAAA-E/6NCn3ka5yNI/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Orz... More angpow for us next year. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I sort of got sick of chicken because we had chicken satay, chicken wings, chicken sausage, chicken satay, more chicken wings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night before the dinner I stayed up till 3 with my cousin brothers playing cards. Orz we pwn all. xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fast-forward to the DIINAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIr_iDQwjI/AAAAAAAAA-M/-eGg8ewUyQA/s1600-h/IMG_1989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIr_iDQwjI/AAAAAAAAA-M/-eGg8ewUyQA/s320/IMG_1989.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SAY HELLO TO MOO MOO, DAMMIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIsNRgZlZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YM81zCaK3Wg/s1600-h/IMG_2039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SzIsNRgZlZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/YM81zCaK3Wg/s320/IMG_2039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is NOT a swanky restaurant. GAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the food came, yada yada, did wedding stuff, bride/groom traditions, ate, talked, left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music was too loud and annoying. *huffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. We left the next day, where I got a new vest. *rubs hands together gleefully*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop here, because if I don't, I will procrastinate and you people will never see this post ever. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-1977210339605400878?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/1977210339605400878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=1977210339605400878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1977210339605400878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/1977210339605400878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/says-bride-to-groom.html' title='Says the Bride to the Groom...'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sy8_AUqfzoI/AAAAAAAAA70/kidRDsYfcSg/s72-c/IMG_1728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2577863321168783569</id><published>2009-12-13T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:34:21.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Is Served</title><content type='html'>Woke up at a assholish time of the day ie, EARLY MORNING, despite sleeping at 12 last night. Got dragged by my mom to the wet market.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it's called a WET market for a reason, a mojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I realized that I really cannot stomach touching dead animals. Raw. Or even looking at one. Being chopped into pieces or being sliced or having random body parts cut off. Oh god. I'm stopping here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought chicken feet (is phobic from the terror sounds coming from chopping off chicken toes) and lamb shoulder. And all for something called&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERBAL MUTTON SOUP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mm, yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking isn't easy, but I helped! :D I did most of the stuff, but my mom was the Spartan instructor, so obviously I did no wrong. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the final product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxUAFv2NI/AAAAAAAAA68/5jloTK5x-wI/s1600-h/IMG_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxUAFv2NI/AAAAAAAAA68/5jloTK5x-wI/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mm, lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bread is fresh, straight out of the oven. I rode to the bakery at noon man. And I was struggling the way home. Me. &lt;b&gt;Who aced FRIM tracks.&lt;/b&gt; My legs were protesting at a &lt;i&gt;one kilometer ride&lt;/i&gt; (mostly downhill). OH LORD I NEED TO GO OUT AND DO SOME MORE EXERCISE AND STOP WASTING MY LIFE ON THE INTERNET. ;A;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxeN_c0GI/AAAAAAAAA7E/XR6JDH9p10M/s1600-h/IMG_1717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxeN_c0GI/AAAAAAAAA7E/XR6JDH9p10M/s320/IMG_1717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxpN_lGTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Hi83mqKkWc0/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxpN_lGTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Hi83mqKkWc0/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Super uber large pot of soup. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySx1v14moI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GDUEc1-qZKs/s1600-h/IMG_1719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySx1v14moI/AAAAAAAAA7U/GDUEc1-qZKs/s320/IMG_1719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OH YESH MUTTON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySyA3GWjSI/AAAAAAAAA7c/CKbx7EqZkyQ/s1600-h/IMG_1720.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySyA3GWjSI/AAAAAAAAA7c/CKbx7EqZkyQ/s320/IMG_1720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More visual to make you drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySyNod6J5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/mAQfoiI0Db8/s1600-h/IMG_1721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySyNod6J5I/AAAAAAAAA7k/mAQfoiI0Db8/s320/IMG_1721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teehee MUSHROOMS. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. And that's just about it. Later when my brother comes back I'm going to force everything on him HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I owned him at Tap Tap Revenge, he just doesn't want to admit it. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-2577863321168783569?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/2577863321168783569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=2577863321168783569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2577863321168783569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/2577863321168783569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/lunch-is-served.html' title='Lunch Is Served'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SySxUAFv2NI/AAAAAAAAA68/5jloTK5x-wI/s72-c/IMG_1716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7181789123262796003</id><published>2009-12-12T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T13:57:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORZ SRY 4 LATENESS!!!</title><content type='html'>Since something is wrong and I'm failing to send the pictures Mun wants, I'm putting them up for her to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these were taken er, Graduation day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time we'll be seeing Mun so UGGGGHH. Damn you lar Mun~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMrTk19pfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oPTxMP4TQPk/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMrTk19pfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oPTxMP4TQPk/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Shiki~~ ;A; I miss you~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMrlShVWGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/D687PMRb_wo/s1600-h/IMG_1458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMrlShVWGI/AAAAAAAAA5U/D687PMRb_wo/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh look, Lisa! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMryvQgjGI/AAAAAAAAA5c/92HeS06c2yM/s1600-h/IMG_1459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMryvQgjGI/AAAAAAAAA5c/92HeS06c2yM/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I do not see what keeps them together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMsBPHY2YI/AAAAAAAAA5k/O6lPOAdTsHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMsBPHY2YI/AAAAAAAAA5k/O6lPOAdTsHQ/s320/IMG_1460.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Group shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMsP560pAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/8GlWljHcO8s/s1600-h/IMG_1461.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMsP560pAI/AAAAAAAAA5s/8GlWljHcO8s/s320/IMG_1461.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;MINE. 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMse6vLQfI/AAAAAAAAA50/7GtxEyG8yDQ/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMse6vLQfI/AAAAAAAAA50/7GtxEyG8yDQ/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh shit the fatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMss3I4CgI/AAAAAAAAA58/ICHCowg4-qk/s1600-h/IMG_1463.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMss3I4CgI/AAAAAAAAA58/ICHCowg4-qk/s320/IMG_1463.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is unfair how Mun can look so cool. Damn your height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMs6Mj7ELI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TSvk371Bwtk/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMs6Mj7ELI/AAAAAAAAA6E/TSvk371Bwtk/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hui Ying.Mun Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMtHw6nyAI/AAAAAAAAA6M/29h0YRB7jis/s1600-h/IMG_1465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMtHw6nyAI/AAAAAAAAA6M/29h0YRB7jis/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lol BLUR~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMtVBDScII/AAAAAAAAA6U/FgdcapGMD8s/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMtVBDScII/AAAAAAAAA6U/FgdcapGMD8s/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YOU SO TALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMti8ewJ1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/7KsEukqIMwY/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMti8ewJ1I/AAAAAAAAA6c/7KsEukqIMwY/s320/IMG_1468.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMtwB2sUTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VmMONmuHGbg/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMtwB2sUTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/VmMONmuHGbg/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I NOM'D YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMt7iLIe9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/uN3JBcnsRU8/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMt7iLIe9I/AAAAAAAAA6s/uN3JBcnsRU8/s320/IMG_1470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Whoops handshake. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we went to Daiso and I got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMvOe8rXCI/AAAAAAAAA60/szIAiuloKm8/s1600-h/IMG_1474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMvOe8rXCI/AAAAAAAAA60/szIAiuloKm8/s320/IMG_1474.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I conveniently left it in Lisa's house, by the way. Gimme back, Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my work here is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the Force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7181789123262796003?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7181789123262796003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7181789123262796003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7181789123262796003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7181789123262796003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/orz-sry-4-lateness.html' title='ORZ SRY 4 LATENESS!!!'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMrTk19pfI/AAAAAAAAA5M/oPTxMP4TQPk/s72-c/IMG_1457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-7377011676526476710</id><published>2009-12-12T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:32:52.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thing About Brands</title><content type='html'>Like I mentioned in the last post, I purchased two Giordano shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that paying 30+ for a simple t-shirt is a bit too much (the original price was RM50) but I honestly think that it's a bit of a splurge, yes, I know, but it's called &lt;b&gt;image&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMIlmKwaLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/bdl1tCaW1DQ/s1600-h/IMG_1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMIlmKwaLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/bdl1tCaW1DQ/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! Ignore the person and just look at the shirt, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a real Giordano shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The material is kickass. It's soft and slightly stretchy, I have no doubts that the smilies won't come off, and all in all the designs are classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go around and find fake generic smiley shirts. It just doesn't compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention when you go around wearing generic ones it's just so... cheap. Degrades your whole image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like LV bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in places like Times Square (no offense, peeps.) you don't need to be classy (you'll freaking get mugged) but still. It's not like you have to walk out in a diamond sequined dinner gown, complete with Cartier watch and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;It's also good investment, Cartiers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the quality. The Timex watch I've been wearing has given me absolutely nil problems. I once bought a RM10 watch in TS and within the month, the plastic casing came off. I can actually touch the hands of the clock, oh gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the thing about brands is that you can't show them off. Wearing branded and acting cheap just shows you like the branded for branded's sake. Wearing branded and being yourself shows that you like branded for what branded is: a guarantee of good quality and classic charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm trying to say is, don't be cheap. Don't buy branded just for the name, so don't buy generic rip-offs of brands because that will make you worse than cheap. That will make you cheap and desperate. If you can buy that branded shirt you really like, get it, wear it, don't worship it like a god 'cause it's the only branded thing you have in your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...But just between you and me, I personally dislike LV. And Gucci. I'm more of a Body Glove person. Oh, and shirts with funny phases. Those, I believe, are the genius of normal people-- not designers, but just normal people like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go out there and wear your original shirts with pride, because you know, these original shirts show so much more personality than branded, sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-7377011676526476710?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/7377011676526476710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=7377011676526476710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7377011676526476710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/7377011676526476710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/thing-about-brands.html' title='The Thing About Brands'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMIlmKwaLI/AAAAAAAAA5E/bdl1tCaW1DQ/s72-c/IMG_1715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4717627441223870872</id><published>2009-12-10T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:24:57.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>風雲 II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.88news.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/The-Storm-Warrior-to-Hit-Cinemas-in-December.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.88news.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/The-Storm-Warrior-to-Hit-Cinemas-in-December.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;today, with Wan Chao and Kit Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My rating: 3/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think Wan Chao and I disturbed all the rest of the cinema-goers. Greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly: I was sort of apprehensive because this says&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;風雲 &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;II&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Okay, so what happened in the beginning? Did I miss anything? Am I supposed to know all the characters before hand? Is there something BIG which I should know before watching the movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Apparently I should have at least looked it up online, because this just seems like a action flick with a seriously weak attempt at a decent storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;The movie starts out with our heroes in &lt;b&gt;chains&lt;/b&gt;. This Evil Lord is threatening to take over China, and he did, suppressing all those with good enough kung fu to fight, but somehow he manages to defeat Cloud, Wind and their sensei, and a bunch of other people (killed off the first five minutes into the story, what luck.) whose names are not even mentioned. How this Evil Lord defeated them, forced poison into their system, bind them in chains, capture the Emperor (this is only known three quarters into the movie) and do all the I-Shall-Conquer-the-World mambo we will never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;We also will never know how our heros apparently got an antidote from this kid, unless we watch &lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;風雲 I&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Also, their sensei leaves them 10 minutes later, after failing to defeat Evil Lord because he was still weakened, and parting with the words, "It will take me a long time to heal these wounds." he is never seen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Secondly: the characters. Half the time I couldn't tell apart Cloud and Wind, and their senseis all have flowing long hair... Okay, have they never heard of &lt;i&gt;conditioner&lt;/i&gt; before?? And I do not understand what the two girls are doing there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;One, the more annoying one (I think her name is Chu Chu), is apparently Cloud's love interest, and this is made apparently because in the whole movie, she says FIVE sentences, three of them which are, "云大哥~" and one of them begins with "云大哥...".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;The second one is Second Dream (what kind of stupid name is that?) and she appears out of nowhere (but apparently has a past with Wind), catches Wind's eye (OMG THERE WAS CHEESY MUSIC PLAYING) and proceeds to persuade this elusive "Evil Lord" (that's his name, no relation to Evil Lord mentioned above.) to fight Evil Lord, because you can only fight evil with evil, OH THE LOGIC. Then later in the movie she nearly gets herself killed, gets Wind to rescue her with disastrous consequences, which I will later elaborate on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;"Evil Lord" once learnt the Dark Arts to make himself all-powerful, but apparently he went was overwhelmed by the evilness of it all and went on a killing rampage and killed all those poor villagers and innocent people. When he came to, he was so guilty he chopped his own two arms off to make sure he never hurt anybody else again. Er, okay..... Dramatic much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;"Evil Lord" then decides to let Wind learnt the Dark Arts like him, since he was more 'calm and steady', because he caught a bunch of rocks without breaking it to bits, unlike his brother Cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;He is since then never seen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Then we get to see Cloud in training with heaven knows who, I didn't bother to know, and for the better part of the time I thought he was Wind, and I kept asking Wan Chao, "I thought the sensei cut off his two hands? Why the hell does he still have his hands?" to which Wan Chao replied, "That's Cloud lar!" Of course, this crucial piece of information eluded me maybe because&lt;i&gt; someone didn't buy the popcorn and then dragged me out to buy it.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;In the middle of the movie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Then Cloud's sensei praised him on his awesomely godlike kung fu and &lt;i&gt;created&lt;/i&gt; this character to name Cloud's new techniques and calls it "Ba." Does he have any idea how stupid it sounds, especially when he say it with a straight face and this awed tone? The whole cinema was laughing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;There is also this person who eats a lot and this guy who sweeps the sand. I think he's retarded, and I have no idea why they're in the movie. Comedic relief, maybe? There is also this weird looking bat-like thing with flaky green skin which I am also apparently supposed to know, but don't. Okay, we'll ignore that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Moving on to Evil Lord and his Evil Son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Evil Lord is weird. He wears this armor thing which apparently makes him invincible. He has fire growing out of his metal gloved hands. He has an ugly mustache. He has an ego the size of... well, something big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Evil Son is sort of more villiany in the typical sense. Rather good-looking, evil smirk, thinks nothing about breaking people's neck, you know... Just slightly less powerful. (I honestly do not know what his power &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt;.) He is one of the characters which I think, could be more fleshed out and memorable, but sadly fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Thirdly, the &lt;i&gt;story&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Great emphasis here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I'll recap. Evil Lord takes over China, Wind and Cloud tries to find a way to defeat him. Wind goes to the Dark Arts while Cloud trains under an unknown sensei. Cloud has hugely improved, apparently creating 23 new styles all by himself. Yay Cloud. (note lack of enthusiasm.) Wind has succumbed to the Dark Arts and now has freaky yellow eyes and greenish blue skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Because Wind saved Annoying #2, a.k.a. Second Dream from dying, he didn't finish the Dark Arts, thus rendering him SUPREMELY EVIL and unable to control himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Evil Lord and Evil Son, at the same time, forces the Emperor to take them to this "Dragon Tomb" where they can find this thing which is 'the root of all China, and without it the entire nation will collapse'. The emperor refuses to tell them which entrance is the right one, and Evil Son just uses his sand/air controlling technique (they are apparently gods and can do anything.) and checks every entrance. Why didn't he do that in the first place, I do not know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Anyhow, they found the right chamber, only this "Dragon Tomb" is apparently hidden. The Emperor still refuses to talk and Evil Son breaks the neck of his daughter and wife. Cloud suddenly appears out of nowhere, does the heroic save thing, everybody else leaves the place, then Cloud and Evil Lord have a massive show-down. Evil Son, at this time, is off-screen, apparently gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cloud's massive show-down breaks a hole in the wall, which just so happens to be concealing the "Dragon Tomb". Here we learn that this special item 'which is the root of all China, and without it the nation will collapse' is... wait for it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A spinal cord.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I know, epic, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Out of the blue Wind appears and the three of them fight. Evil Lord loses, breaks into pieces of black marble, Wind grabs the spinal cord and leaves. Here we see Evil Son peeking out from behind a pillar (which, apparently is the only one standing, because I distinctly remember a move of Cloud's which involved destroying most of the pillars in the vicinity.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Scene change to Wind meditating with the spinal cord. Annoying #2 does all those oh-look-you're-tired-I'll-wipe-your-brow-for-you things and Wind still ignores her. (I would, too, but maybe I'll kill her.) She reaches for the spinal cord and then suddenly Wind is choking her. (You could see the resentment rolling off him, man it's all &lt;i&gt;no touchy, it's mine!&lt;/i&gt;) Why Wind wants the spinal cord is beyond me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;The army was sent by the Emperor (who's Emperor again, since Evil Lord is dead now, right?) to retrieve the spinal cord. At the same time Evil Son jumps out of no where and snatches it. The army and Evil Son struggle for a while and we see a crack in the middle of the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Let's hold up a minute here, shall we? As far as I know, spinal cords are made up of a lot of little bones, so the way it was being carried around like a whip was by far unimpressive and illogical. But even if we ignore that &lt;i&gt;large&lt;/i&gt; flaw, I want to call to your attention one thing: This spinal cord is 'the root of all China, and without it the entire nation will collapse'. It was also recently being wielded around as a weapon by Evil Lord and endured Cloud's sword swipes and Wind's insane kung fu. Now two guys are pulling at each end like how you pull at licorice and it snaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Yes, it snaps. It snaps, Wind suddenly goes berserk, and the spinal cord is never mentioned again. We do not know if 'the root of all China, and without it the entire nation will collapse' really &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; make China collapse into chaos, and that is that. The movie does not need the future to China to think about. All it need it Wind and Cloud and the choreographer to choreographs the fighting scenes. (Evil Son is also forgotten, by this time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;After the spinal cord breaking thingamajig, Cloud chases after Wind and engages into a mind-battle. This is when they use their minds to imagine themselves fighting each other while not really moving a muscle. After that long, long scene, they suddenly jump up and return physical blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Of course, fighting on a log atop a lake is not a good idea, so they jump up onto a ginormous cliff, apparently situated in the desert with no sign of lush greenery, which they were just seconds ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;They fight, again, and Annoying #1 runs out (where the heck did she come out from?), begs Wind to stop fighting, turns around to face Cloud, and gets killed. Apparently Wind deemed her too annoying and was enjoying fighting his brother too much to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cloud goes into shock, while Annoying #2 tries to talk some sense into Wind. (Obviously she failed, if the next part is anything to go by.) While Cloud goes into shock, he remembers the handkerchief Annoying #1 gave him eons ago, and then we have the whole I-will-avenge-my-girlfriend thing and then they get thrown into &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Wind becomes this scaly, ugly monster which reminds me disturbingly of Orochimaru and Cloud does the whole angsty angry person-who-just-had-his-girlfriend-killed-so-DIE!! thing very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;They fight, Cloud cuts Wind on his forehead, right at the place where he's already got a cut before (and turned him irreversibly evil, apparently) and Wind comes back to his senses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Unfortunately, the cliff chooses this time to crumble, and Cloud heroically again saves his brother and Annoying #2 by jumping after them (I honestly thought he was jumping after his sword, which unfortunately is not as kick-ass as the Cloud from FF7's sword), pulling them up, and letting himself fall into the unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Wind and Annoying #2, now safe, starts with all those '...where am I?' and '...what did I do?' and finally end with an anguished cry of 'Didn't I tell you kill me if I turned evil, Cloud? Didn't I??'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;With this, we are left hanging, and waiting for&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px;"&gt;風雲 III&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: medium;"&gt;. I think I'll pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;After this disappointing movie, however, the three of us went to Giordano where I bought two shirts and Wan Chao bought one. Since Kit Kat always wore that stupid blue polo shirt of his, we dragged him over to Body Glove (Giordano shirts were rejected by him with the utmost cruelty.) where we picked out some nice shirts and &lt;i&gt;forced&lt;/i&gt; it on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;I had no idea he looked so &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; in normal white tees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;So remember, peeps! Next time you see him in dark blue polo tee with a white stripe 'cross the middle which looks vaguely familiar, yell at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;If you really did finish reading this insanely long post about a movie you may or may not watched, about a movie you may or may not have liked, just keep in mind that I appreciate your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;If you skipped everything, well... *shrugs* You missed quite a lot. So I suggest you scroll back up and start reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4717627441223870872?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4717627441223870872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4717627441223870872' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4717627441223870872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4717627441223870872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/ii.html' title='風雲 II'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-4252104784604122174</id><published>2009-12-09T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:45:51.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiz'/><title type='text'>.Pause.</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to sleep a bit late. I was side-tracked by very, very good-looking demon butlers, could you blame me for that? ANYWAYS, Psycho Dad came into my room and started lecturing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"It's already 12! What time do you want to wake up tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"9 or 10...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"No. Seven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him the are-you-insane look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"It's the holidays. Unless I start working, I have no obligation to wake up at seven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"Study! Your brother did that during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt; holidays!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, bro, I love you a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt; and everything, but YOU have &lt;b&gt;no life&lt;/b&gt; and YOU spend your holidays like Einstein. Complete with bed-head and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait. You don't even wake up at seven. You wake up at twelve on most days and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; was sent to drag you out of bed, and then I always got kicked and/or glared at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I don't care if you did three sets of Kumon a day or just stayed home and studied for two whole months. I DON'T WANT TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe he's even threatening to cancel my dance lessons? &lt;b&gt;It's like twice a week. An hour a session.&lt;/b&gt; How is that supposed to deter me from "studying"??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I picked up a call by Psycho Dad's friend. Psycho Dad was on his handphone (fucking hypocrite, after yelling at me yesterday for chatting on &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; phone) so I had to answer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That uncle talked to me about holidays and stuff, asked me what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"Studying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"What! It's your holidays, you're supposed to go out and have fun! Go travel, with friends and family! What else are you doing?"&lt;/span&gt; (He was really passionate about this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;"Er... I'm taking dancing lessons."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;"Good, good! Take as many lessons as you want, swimming, dancing... anything! Just enjoy, right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lol'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Psycho Dad got off his cell and I passed the phone to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later at lunch he reprimanded me for thinking about FUN and ENJOY and FRIENDS "until you've gone crazy". Apparently year-end holidays are supposed to be all STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if I hear one more thing about O Levels or STUDYING &lt;b&gt;I AM GOING TO HURT SOMEONE. &lt;/b&gt;Maybe I'll yell at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll just hijack my mom's MacBook and live in Starbucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5603502079362249268-4252104784604122174?l=chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/feeds/4252104784604122174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5603502079362249268&amp;postID=4252104784604122174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4252104784604122174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5603502079362249268/posts/default/4252104784604122174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chopstickswillruleusall.blogspot.com/2009/12/pause.html' title='.Pause.'/><author><name>Chopsticks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18303252330105141100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/SyMECu1nPVI/AAAAAAAAA4k/uM_bUgKkS7A/S220/IMG_1453.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5603502079362249268.post-2885330644418674518</id><published>2009-12-08T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T21:36:49.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ish Happeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Had first dance lesson just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sweated, walked, talked, danced, sweated. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ZOMG LOL. 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Found this really really awesome wig for like, RM75. Only. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No, I'm not sharing the link, because why the hell do I want more people fighting for it? *is confuzzled*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Maybe I'll share it when I get the WIG MUAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whee~~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/cute-puppy-pictures-puppeh-happeh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://ihasahotdog.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/cute-puppy-pictures-puppeh-happeh.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ZOMG SO FREAKING CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ANYWAYS, moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Read Naruto 474 and ZOMG DOES SAKURA REALLY THINK THAT SHE CAN MANAGE TO KILL SASUKE BY HERSELF??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;My mind, it is blown. How can Kishimoto even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sx5R-8QBd_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/RE68ozXBcqQ/s1600-h/2285973839_9a9703c037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PM-825Zp8vs/Sx5R-8QBd_I/AAAAAAAAA4M/RE68ozXBcqQ/s320/2285973839_9a9703c037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/d
