<?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-9347504</id><updated>2011-08-02T06:06:01.887+08:00</updated><category term='scooter'/><title type='text'>THE ANSWER MY FRIEND, IS BLOWING IN THE WIND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8239824447109059118</id><published>2009-09-26T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:31:36.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bloody irritated right now. The united spurs and liverpool game are on at the same time today and so being a spurs fan my dad wanted to watch the game so yeah thats cool, we have 2 tvs. But NOOO, the annoying people downstairs insist on watching stupid song videos which they've seen before and so I can't watch the game. I didn't go for Beyonce so I could watch it and now I'm sitting in my room like a complete idiot doing nothing. Anyone who knows me knows that I hate missing football and I get really angry when I do. yes i guess im a man that way but whatever. I'm so angry I could seriously kill someone. Wait even better you know whats happening now, theyre watching the same game upstairs and downstairs. great just great&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8239824447109059118?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8239824447109059118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8239824447109059118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8239824447109059118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8239824447109059118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-bloody-irritated-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-4331868123624808229</id><published>2009-09-26T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:31:57.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrr</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much screwed right now cause I've to do a painting for 2d class. How the bloody hell does one get red from magenta and black and a certain shade of light blue from cyan and god knows what else. Stupid artfriend didn't have the damn yellow I need so I'd to buy some other dumb shade which doesn't work as well. I'm terrible at anything involving colour. But whats the fun in only doing what you're good at right?&lt;br /&gt;And my mask for 3d, oh man... That isn't going very smoothly either.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I've to finish my photography portfolio by monday. How much have I done? Thats right, nothing. This is all my own fault. Oh well. I need RedBull.&lt;br /&gt;Drawing class is alright. I've done all the work. The Sketchup workshop is finally over, but sadly so is photography. Next up is Illustrator and something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Nicole went for No Doubt yesterday and theyre going for Beyonce now but I can't go cause I've to do my work plus there is football on tonight. I would love to see the single ladies dance live but too bad I guess. I heard that Lindsay Lohan and her sister are here polluting our air.&lt;br /&gt;My head is really itchy. I swear dreadlocks is the itchiest hairsyle ever. Especially in Singapore. Talk about damn humidity. I need to move. I don't wanna undo my dreads cause I kinda hate normal hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art materials are making me very poor. Arfriend is not a very good friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4331868123624808229?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4331868123624808229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=4331868123624808229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4331868123624808229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4331868123624808229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/grrrrrr.html' title='Grrrrrr'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2683637816379918149</id><published>2009-09-11T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:04:16.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Pig.</title><content type='html'>I took a couple of weeks of blogger cause the word blog just annoyed me for some reason. And the fact that school is taking up 90% of my time. The people who told me that lasalle really piles on the work did not lie. Its not so much that there is a lot of work, the problem is that indivudually they take loads of time to complete so it amounts to a massive workload. I have crappy time management so that doesn't help. I have no life now.&lt;br /&gt;There is a review next week. I hope I'm at least at a B on most things. I haven't put in enough effort of even a B but I can still hope. I'm planning on spending the weekend touching up on everything and starting on 3d cause I barely did anything for 3d. And I've to redo my entire sketchup cause this boy in my class had to do the awesomest sketchup design ever so it makes everyone else's look like absolute rubbish. I'm planning on attempting a house with a backyard like Travis Barker's one. A pool with a waterfall, a slide and a jacuzzi. And perhaps something else. It will take me hours to complete. I'm unsure of whether I'm even capable of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had drums today. I have NO natural ability whatsoever when it comes to drumming. I am the worlds most badly coordinated person so everything is twice as hard for me. I really suck but hopefully not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;May I speak to the worst drummer in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is Kelly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2683637816379918149?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2683637816379918149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2683637816379918149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2683637816379918149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2683637816379918149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-pig.html' title='Hey Pig.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-564500585579488661</id><published>2009-07-22T03:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T03:24:36.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remeber blogging a few weeks ago about how I hate people who try so hard to look artsy which I am assuming is gonna be the majority in my school. So I start next week and I'm really not looking forward to it because I really really detest wannabe art people. Its so insanely annoying. Its like I get that you like art but you don't have to dress and behave in such a stereotypical way. They will have their new 'vintage' jeans they purchased just to show how old school they are. Their big frame glasses with no degree. Their big sketch book they insist on carrying everywhere with the bag they picked out specially to make them look a little weird. They will sit and have coffee at stupid little cafes while smoking and sketching in the dumbass books. They will all have ipods filled with unheard of bands cause someone somewhere once said that listening to remotely famous bands is uncool and somehow it caught on. They will complain at every chance they get about how stressful being an art student is (COME ON!! same people who think o-levels is stressful, go and bloody die). I hate people who's whole lives have to come to a goddamn standstill cause of exams. Anyway back to artpeople. I almost forgot, they must be heavily accesorized or not accesorized at all. And the hair. Give me a break with the bloody hair. They must all have messy hair that looks like it hasn't been combed in 12 years and some even insist on going for the 'i didnt bathe in a long time' look. or perhaps the i-dont-care-about-this-look look. sigh. The hatred I harbour is so extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't commit mass murder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-564500585579488661?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/564500585579488661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=564500585579488661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/564500585579488661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/564500585579488661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-remeber-blogging-few-weeks-ago-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1054626760466839769</id><published>2009-07-18T12:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:46:32.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Session in KL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFSAqopIkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/u3KQozI_X74/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655202945835586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFSAqopIkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/u3KQozI_X74/s320/DSCN0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFSAMgeR8I/AAAAAAAAARw/lEfPJ9pzXj8/s1600-h/DSCN0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655194858506178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFSAMgeR8I/AAAAAAAAARw/lEfPJ9pzXj8/s320/DSCN0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFR_i2j7kI/AAAAAAAAARo/xYi_oR-aHqE/s1600-h/DSCN0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655183676862018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFR_i2j7kI/AAAAAAAAARo/xYi_oR-aHqE/s320/DSCN0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFR_KvyEfI/AAAAAAAAARg/K4e7sZxYg5Y/s1600-h/DSCN0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359655177205977586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQTelD4uI/AAAAAAAAARI/zxba2DEjlg4/s320/DSCN0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQSobQzCI/AAAAAAAAARA/fyghcoWkglQ/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359653312567233570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQSobQzCI/AAAAAAAAARA/fyghcoWkglQ/s320/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQSTMC0VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ibF6gouRUcs/s1600-h/DSCN0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359653306866258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQSTMC0VI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ibF6gouRUcs/s320/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQSA7r4dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahbUHif3R3M/s1600-h/DSCN0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359653301965808082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFQSA7r4dI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ahbUHif3R3M/s320/DSCN0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. So I'm in KL now. The training yesterday was really good. Very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm quite sad that Vidic,Park and Rafael didn't come but nevertheless, it was great.Apparantly Berbatov didn't come either but I've got a couple of photos with Berbatov in it. Very strange. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting there however, worst train ride of my life. The game is in a few hours. I can't wait.  Okay I've to go now Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1054626760466839769?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1054626760466839769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1054626760466839769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1054626760466839769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1054626760466839769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/training-session-in-kl.html' title='Training Session in KL!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SmFSAqopIkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/u3KQozI_X74/s72-c/DSCN0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1238287328224034896</id><published>2009-07-09T03:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:46:19.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ilieilieilieilieilieilie</title><content type='html'>I promised so many people that I'd blog and put up photo's from Krabi and Phi Phi cause lets face it, everyone knows what Bangkok looks like. Its a dirtier Singapore with nicer people.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I wasn't going to do it haha, why did I lie?&lt;br /&gt;But okay okay, enough asking, I will do it sometime this week. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle left the laptop at work so I've to use the other laptop. Its so heavy. Both are Fujitsu but one is really light and the other is normal. I always use the light one so now normal laptops seem like bricks to me. I could just use the computer but the fan sound is so incredibly annoying. And I don't feel like being confined in my room. Its so suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for KL next week for United. Liverpool 1 week later. I start school a week after that. I just realised that I will hate 90% of the people at school. I mean I really can't stand those textbook art school students who try so hard to look all artsy. Its so sickening. I hate wannabe artsy people and I apply to art school. Genius I tell you. I look forward to 3 years of making fun of them in my head. Orietation will probably suck. I will have to choose my friends carefully.&lt;br /&gt;My first task will be finding a potential Melissa and by potential Melissa I mean, someone who will make fun of everyone with me and will not judge me for half the things I say. haha. Alright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good (rest of the)week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1238287328224034896?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1238287328224034896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1238287328224034896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1238287328224034896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1238287328224034896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/ilieilieilieilieilieilie.html' title='ilieilieilieilieilieilie'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8243690325786894523</id><published>2009-07-08T02:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:09:23.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..............</title><content type='html'>Michael Jackson died a couple of days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I always thought he would live forever. This is so weird. I'm so sad. I'm not even this sad when people I know die. sigh. Greatest loss thus far. I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just watched the Michael Jacksons Memorial. It was really a beautiful ceremony. The eulogies were great. I really feel for his children and his family. It must really suck. I mean I don't know him, 90 percent of the people who love him don't really know him and yet we're all..i don't even know how to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought I'd get to see him someday but I guess living in the same era is good enough. Michelle is damn lucky. She went to his concert when she was a kid. Amazing i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL HATE PEOPLE cause&lt;br /&gt;I found it repulsive how the first thing some people did was to log unto facebook and join every RIP MJ group they could find. SERIOUSLY He's so terribly exploited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.love.you.michael.jackson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8243690325786894523?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8243690325786894523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8243690325786894523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8243690325786894523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8243690325786894523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='..............'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7294659339934337776</id><published>2009-06-17T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:28:15.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPIEST DAY</title><content type='html'>My uncle(Nicoles godfather/bestest uncle ever) who lives in KL got us invitations for the Man utd training day thing and vip tickets to the actual game. I'm damn excited. All I asked him for was the cheapest ticket to the game. I love him to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7294659339934337776?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7294659339934337776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7294659339934337776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7294659339934337776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7294659339934337776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiest-day.html' title='HAPPIEST DAY'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2488814540534181682</id><published>2009-06-15T16:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:10:13.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Ronaldo FINALLY leaves. This is pretty great. I'm very happy that Ferguson finally decided to sell him. He is a great player and he did alot for the team but his ego is bigger than the whole of bloody China. I prefer players who aren't cocky(not to mention oily and overtanned). Loyalty is nice too. And he was constantly expressing his desire to leave, he should have been sold last season. But nevermind, now he is gone. This is good enough. I want Ribery. I can't wait for the season to start. Everyone should be like Giggs. But I mean it's cool that he's pursuing what he wanted and all. I don't really care. I was never a fan. Rooney was always my favourite anyway. In terms of looks too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really don't understand why the world is shocked that Ronaldo and Paris Hilton had a fling or whatever. I don't know that much about it. But they are perfect for each other! Famewhores should always stick together. I support this relationship 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always pretty disgusted by Paris Hilton though. I mean she has herpes. That gross. And its not just that, I can't imagine why so many people wanna be like her. Its utterly repulsive. I love Nicole Ritchie though(the new version). She tonned down so much after having a child. Now she has her childrens charities and clothing lines. Its pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love celebrities who use their fame for good. Like say Leonardo Dicaprio(MY FAVOURITE). I love what he does to promote awareness of global warming. I wouldn't call him a celebrity but I love Al Gore too.&lt;br /&gt;The Inconvenient Truth and The 11h Hour are such powerful documentaries. The problem is that people watch it and take all the infomation with them. But they DO NOT apply it. This defeats the whole purpose. We are all doomed because we are all big stupid idiots. I hate us. I wish I wasn't human. I'm so ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was supposed to be a one paragraph post. sigh. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2488814540534181682?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2488814540534181682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2488814540534181682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2488814540534181682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2488814540534181682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8641329691159049565</id><published>2009-06-14T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:22:37.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-offender</title><content type='html'>I have friends. Unfortunately though, I only need a couple of finger(4 maybe?? 3?) to count the number of them who don't have a self induced eating disorders, who aren't trying desperately to have one or who aren't starving themselves and exercising excessively to lose a couple of pounds for no apparent reason. This is probably why I like Melissa more than most people, she doesn't strive to look anoerexic. And even if she did, she wouldn't go around moaning and bitching about it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Like what is the damn world coming to, everyone just wants to be a clone of what they see on tv which is not only sad but pathetic too. And you wonder why I can't stand most people. They are just a photo copy of each other with slight variations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(when is skinny jeans going to go out of fashion??, THIS IS NOT ABOUT EMO'S. guys should not wear girl's jeans. THIS IS AGAIN NOT ABOUT EMO'S though I'm really not a big fan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should all just wear masks to hide your starving faces. Everything else is pretty much the same right. ((Clothes, accesories, nail polish, shoes, walk, talk, cigarette in hand))&lt;br /&gt;People suck. I wanna go back to Thailand. At least people there are nicer and they are not all slaves to the damn media. Go Ladyboys, I love you to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty amazing how much I can read when I'm not being distracted by evil(WWW).&lt;br /&gt;I finished Survivor and I'm halfway through Haunted. I (heart) Chuck Palahniuk.&lt;br /&gt;I would trade 'people' for a thousand Tender Branson's anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you later innovator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8641329691159049565?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8641329691159049565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8641329691159049565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8641329691159049565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8641329691159049565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/re-offender.html' title='Re-offender'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6919078771993107556</id><published>2009-06-04T03:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:30:33.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SibPBsotrqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Sw8bCmvqVkY/s1600-h/ChuckPalahniuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185635990417058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SibPBsotrqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Sw8bCmvqVkY/s320/ChuckPalahniuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; “Only through destroying myself can I discover the greater power of my spirit.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6919078771993107556?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6919078771993107556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6919078771993107556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6919078771993107556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6919078771993107556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/only-through-destroying-myself-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SibPBsotrqI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Sw8bCmvqVkY/s72-c/ChuckPalahniuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5378630108592251623</id><published>2009-06-03T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:39:43.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So over the past week, I watched Wolverine and Star Trek. I know I'm like weeks behind everyone else. I always watch towards the end. The cinema's are always less packed then. Also I'm quite the procrastinater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought Wolverine was quite nice. The first part was awesome!! I just wish they would have made Wolverine more annoying. That's my favourite part of his character. That he trys to be such a smart ass. But overall, it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek. I loved Star Trek. I'm like a huge huge Star Wars fan but I never really watched Star Trek(the series) May the force be with you, So much cooler than Live long and prosper(however the hand sign is a very nice touch, love it). But anyway, Star Trek was damn nice. I don't know why it never occured to me to watch it, I mean I love Star Wars-like movies, oh well, I least now I know that it's nice. Sylar did an awesome job potraying Spock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, there is this shop in ps, I never EVER go into cause I know I will want to buy everything inside but I went in yesterday. Sigh, I shouldn't have. Now I'm being consumed by the light saber I saw which I really really want. It would cost more than a drum set but after I get that. The light saber will be my next purchase.&lt;br /&gt;But then, If I buy the mini-light saber I would be able to buy more cause the big one is like 600 plus but the little one is just under 200. So I could buy both Obi-wan's and Darth Vaders. Oh and not to the forget the Qui-Gon Jinn figure. Beautiful I tell you. But I can't just have 1 Qui-Gon figure, he must have company. I could get the Mace Windu one and the Yoda one. Oh I have to have 3po and R2. But then it's like all Jedi's and 2 awesome droids. I need the siths too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5378630108592251623?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5378630108592251623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=5378630108592251623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5378630108592251623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5378630108592251623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-over-past-week-i-watched-wolverine.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2977825777298386745</id><published>2009-05-31T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:09:27.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR THE LAST GODDAMN TIME</title><content type='html'>Dreadlocks CAN be washed, for the millionth time. And Yes, they can be shampooed too. They are not dirty or unhygenic.&lt;br /&gt;I will kill the next person who asks me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2977825777298386745?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2977825777298386745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2977825777298386745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2977825777298386745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2977825777298386745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-last-goddamn-time.html' title='FOR THE LAST GODDAMN TIME'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2195249398854842372</id><published>2009-05-31T15:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:40:11.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.</title><content type='html'>Being perpetually absent from school has finally paid off. I knew that someday somehow,it would.&lt;br /&gt;I spent half my primary school life and my entire secondary school life being mostly absent. Since I was never there, I never attended any talks or courses or workshops(If i knew there were any, I'd casually absent myself) and so I accumulated a very large amount of money in my Edusave(thousands). My absense was so insane that the money I collected covered my Lasalle tuition fees. So I will not be in any kind of dept! Yay!! So thats sorted out. I'm happy. Kinda. I just don't want to be the worst drawer in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst artist, worst drummer, worst friend, sigh. I'm damn useless la. But look on the bright side, I'm enlightened. I'll be a phoenix. Watch me.&lt;br /&gt;Now apparantly they found cocaine in the Austrian Red Bull aka Kelly's favourite drink in the whole wide world. I'll still drink it. I like it too much. Please don't get bored God, I need more time. Why am I such a control freak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, my life is ending. I hate planes. 3 planes rides in 11 days wasn't ideal. I can't sleep in planes because I wake myself up every 10 minutes in case the plane is crashing. I want to look death in the eye and say Hello. I walk unto every plane convinced that its going to crash. I even plan ways to kill myself in case I'm trapped on a deserted island full of hungry snakes which feast on anything that moves. I'll be the buffet. The poison that kills you instantly is my first choice. Its like I'll never be satisfied until I'm in a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my dog to die. My dog will probably only live for about 10years more, thats if he remains healthy. Sigh. The day my dog dies will be the worst day of my life. Unless something worst happens before day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I've remained remotely entertaining or at least tolerable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2195249398854842372?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2195249398854842372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2195249398854842372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2195249398854842372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2195249398854842372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-god-does-is-watch-us-and-kill-us.html' title='All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2987800003256348047</id><published>2009-05-27T02:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:09:09.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could really really be the stupidest person in the world sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;So I got into the school I wanted(supposed to be the hard part) but apparantly filling out a form is harder considering that I screwed that part up.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have 2 addresses so I'm in a constant state of confusion as to which address I should use. So I guess I was overhelmed by I dunno what, excitement, nerves maybe? (or perhaps I am just an idiot) and I wrote half of each address on the particulars section.&lt;br /&gt;So when my acceptances letter was being mailed, it just got sent back to Lasalle because I wrote an address which is non-existent and they couldn't reach me because I was on my great Thailand adventure so my mobile was unreachable and no one ever ever EVER answers my house phone. I got back and received the letter by e-mail on the 20th and it said that I had 4 day(supposed to be 14) to sort out everything, tuition fees and all. Its now the 5th day, I faxed everything back but my tuition fees isn't sorted out so I'm not sure if I even have a place anymore which really sucks cause it was all because I wrote a damn address wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;AH, Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, whats even worst is that I already dropped out of my actual school so I'm currently school-less. Hopefully everything works out fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2987800003256348047?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2987800003256348047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2987800003256348047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2987800003256348047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2987800003256348047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-could-really-really-be-stupidest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-4379248568520061077</id><published>2009-05-16T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T09:56:29.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>earl earl early</title><content type='html'>We're at the airport. Its 8.55am. Our flight is at 12.05pm. We've got loads of time to kill so I thought I'd say hello. Hello&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, we'll be in Bangkok in a few hours. See you in a couple of days. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4379248568520061077?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4379248568520061077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=4379248568520061077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4379248568520061077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4379248568520061077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/earl-earl-early.html' title='earl earl early'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6279719720194226338</id><published>2009-05-15T18:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:11:17.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left</title><content type='html'>Hello, We're back in Ao Nang for a night. Our flight to Bangkok is tomorrow. We just got here from Phi Phi Island a  couple of hours ago and I'm pretty sure that I've got dengue fever. I could be wrong though. Maybe Nicole's hypocondriac/psycho ways have rubbed off on me which is probably why I think everyone here is spiking my food and my drinks. I swear they are. I once was so sure I had cancer but I didn't tell anyone, ever. But I guess that was a false alarm considering that its been a couple of years and I'm still alive and healthy except for the dengue virus that I believe is residing somewhere in me. I guess with lots of water I should be fine. I don't feel sickly. In fact I'm having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to going home cause the first thing I'd have to do is go drop out of Poly and begin praying that I like La Salle. Sigh, Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already miss Maya Bay. I love that place so much.&lt;br /&gt;It releases all these euphoric feelings. Much like the feeling I get when I imagine one day having a tenth of Travis Barkers skill.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to Krabi, I realised that I didn't really like the whole feel of Phi Phi. If I ever go back, it would be to go to Maya Bay. Phi Phi basically was trashy annoying people trying desperately to look hot. They ruin everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so far I've been having a really great time. Its like this place consumes me so much that I don't even think about home. I don't miss anything or anyone(cept my dog). Part of me doesn't really wanna go home but at the same time I can't wait to get home. I guess I'm not really into every single person on the streets calling out and asking where we're from and all sorts of dumbass questions. I prefer to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I finished Scar Tissue. Awesome book. I highly recommend it. Especially to Red hot chili peppers fans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6279719720194226338?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6279719720194226338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6279719720194226338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6279719720194226338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6279719720194226338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/left.html' title='Left'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3933034283298859505</id><published>2009-05-14T11:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:49:03.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello from Phi Phi</title><content type='html'>I'm still in Phi Phi. I still love it here. I'm begining to develop a really really strong liking for the ocean. We went snorkeling today. The first 20 minutes I wouldnt let go of the ladder of the boat cause everytime I went under I felt like I was hyperventilating and dying. Then the fish scared me but after a while it got really nice so I ventured out haha. I swear the corals and stuff are beautiful. Later we went snorkeling again at Maya Bay(the place the filmed the beach). That is by far, the most beatiful place I've ever been to. 50 metres inside. Lo samah Bay. Nicole almost died there because the waves really crash very hard against the rocks. We also went to Bamboo Island. That was really nice too. The water there was great. Nicole lost here sunglasses there. Then she thought she could find it so she went snorkeling all over lookng for it. Moron. Anyway we went to monkeys bay. That place would have been perfect it there were more shore. Literally 5 feet of shore. Then Viking cave. Which was supercool. We were supposed to head back to Krabi today but we decided to stay in PhiPhi for an extra day. Then Krabi tomorrow morning. Then a bus to our hotel. I'm not sure if we're going to Railay Beach again. I love that place. As long as we make it in time for our Saturday flight to Bangkok. Everythings cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the game last night. 2-1. I'm pleased. I want Tevez to stay.&lt;br /&gt;We'll be back in Singapore on Wednesday, so see you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3933034283298859505?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3933034283298859505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3933034283298859505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3933034283298859505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3933034283298859505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-from-phi-phi.html' title='Hello from Phi Phi'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6012854863183981212</id><published>2009-05-12T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:52:32.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello world. So we're currently at Phi Phi Island. Its pretty nice here. The beach looks just like what they said it would. Green water and White-ish sand. The only bad thing about the beach is that there is only like 10 metres of sand. After that its all hotels and resorts. Which really sucks cause it ruins the whole beach. I prefer Railay beach cause its not so commercial and tourist-ish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think we're going to Maya beach today. The place they filmed the Beach(leonardo dicapro movie). Hopefully its more like Railay than Phi Phi.  Then maybe long beach tomorrow cause i think its more secluded there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really miss my dog. Anyway I'll blog again when we reach Bangkok maybe. OR maybe sooner cause we only get to bangkok on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Im not looking forward to shopping. I wanna blow all my money on bullshit here. haha and i wanna get the awesome shoes i saw just now. alright bye for now. I hope a tsunami doesnt strike now cause i'll be dead for sure. I also hope my boat doesnt sink or my plane doesnt crash. that would suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6012854863183981212?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6012854863183981212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6012854863183981212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6012854863183981212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6012854863183981212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-4187406969913464127</id><published>2009-05-09T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T01:24:58.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>I'm happy today. I had my La salle interview at 2.30. The paper said it woud take 45 minutes so I was pretty sure I'd make it to imigration on time(4.30) to collect my passport(Thailand Tmr). Turns out, it only started at 3. That was still okay but the lady was so draggy. I decided to present first. Instead of 5, there were 9 of us so by 4.15 we were not even done with presentations and we had group discussions after that.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, while the guy next to me was presenting, I fell of the chair, very embarrasing. I was leaning forward and the next thing I knew, I couldn't keep balance,ON A CHAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I asked her(she is like crazy scary) if I could leave and I explained my problem(this was like even before the presentations were over). She was like you leave, you forfeit your place. I was like what! She totally almost made me cry, turns out she was testing me. Based on my portfolio assesment and my presentation, they had already given me a place. So yeah, it's pretty awesome, I got in. School starts in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave poly but the La salle course better suits me and my ambitions. I've loved almost every minute of poly but I will not miss the 1 and a half hour travel time!! I will however niss my class mates. Presentations are the best! Especially when we have Q&amp;amp;A after each group is done. Every single day we have almost-fights. I love it,. Tough Love. But I can't say no to a school which offers a path to dream career number 3. I can't stay in poly merely because my classmates and I get along very well. This was very unexpected. I did not expect to like them. Strange cause I rarely like that many people at one go. I usually cant stand most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm leaving for Thailand in 1 hour and I haven't started packing. I think I'll go pack now. I better go pack now. I hate packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4187406969913464127?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4187406969913464127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=4187406969913464127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4187406969913464127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4187406969913464127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5008312774308319509</id><published>2009-05-03T23:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:38:10.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Sf26GzDej9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/9olejU483MQ/s1600-h/Picture+0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331622159823310802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Sf26GzDej9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/9olejU483MQ/s320/Picture+0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        (I told you my face is shaped like a strawberry and I have slight Paris Hilton eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third week of poly starts tomorrow, I haven't missed a day yet. Going to school regularly is still new to me cause back in SJC, I was constantly m.i.a. I would miss at least 2 days every week. I'm still happy in poly though. I'm still worried about what I'll do if I get into La salle. I'm still looking forward to Ko Phi Phi and BKK. Beach, Shop. But I've never really been the kind who thrives on shopping. I don't mind shopping but I'm more of the hang and talk about nothing kind. It gives my life more meaning. I don't really like crowds either or people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a couple of really awesome people at poly. There is also the few I don't really like, the few I kinda hate because they did something to annoy me and the general population I dislike for no particular reason. I haven't met anyone whom I would see as a person who is going to be my friend forever. They are all temporary to me as I am to them. I like them a lot but with school out of the equation, I think we're more of people I once knew. But who knows that might change. I did not think I would be friends with Melissa for this long but we're not even in the same school anymore and I still hang out with her a couple of times a week. I can be my obnoxious, selfish, inconsiderate, annoying, dumbass self and its all cool. Thats what I like the most. I don't have to pretend to be indifferent about things I really don't give a shit about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to bring a thermometer to school tomorrow, Swine Flu precautionary measures. I hope I'm not in quarantine everyday like primary school(back when SARS was the it-disease). I constantly tried to explain that my body temperature is always slighty higher but no one believed me and I was stuck in the bloody isolation room all the time. I hated that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave for Thailand early Saturday morning. I'm going to miss Russ a lot. My parents too. Some of my friends maybe. I hope I don't die there, in fact I hope I don't die tmr or the day after. I've got so much left to do, its like I haven't even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me alive for at least another couple of years, I would really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;From your (bad) friend,&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5008312774308319509?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5008312774308319509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=5008312774308319509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5008312774308319509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5008312774308319509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-week-of-poly-starts-tomorrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Sf26GzDej9I/AAAAAAAAAQg/9olejU483MQ/s72-c/Picture+0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-4363351789130358001</id><published>2009-04-28T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:08:01.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Dynamite</title><content type='html'>I'm damn happy la, I can read Scar Tissue tmr. I've been wanting to read that book since I saw it in Borders.&lt;br /&gt;School is coming along very nice so far. I've been going everyday cause I like it. Lasalle interview the day before I leave for Thailand. Sucks la. I'm damn confused now cause if I get into Lasalle and I hate it there,I would have left a school I like to go to a school I hate. So I'm hoping that if I get in, it doesn't suck cause I really like poly and it would just be a waste. The people in my class are also really nice. Well most of them are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real problem now is that everytime I look at my portfolio, I hate it more and more. At first I thought it was really nice but now I think its amatuerish and ugly. I'm supposed to add one black and white piece if I like but half my portfolio is black and white. And apparantly the ones who get in are the type who do digital art(never done it before) and those who draw portraits and figures and the ones who paint. Not really my specialty. So mine is going to be like insanely different. Different is not always good. And the more I draw, the more I get the feeling that I have no natural ability and I think my creativity is the size of a 5cent coin. I really like art but I'm uninspired,lazy and fickle plus there is my recent discovery of no natural ability. Then my colour combination is probably the worst there is. And then there is the problem of me having a limited style and being unable to make any other style look remotely decent(you should see my attempted paintings). Not to mention my inability to make faces look nice and bodies too. I also don't have that gift that some people have. The ability to make their pieces look 3D. Then I don't Iknow if I wanna spend day and night working doing art(if I get in la) cause what if I start hating it. Like how I start hating people when I see them too much. This is all Poly's fault. I wish I hated poly then I would be more excited about my interview. Maybe I wouldn't be second guessing so much. Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4363351789130358001?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4363351789130358001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=4363351789130358001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4363351789130358001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4363351789130358001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-dynamite.html' title='I&apos;m not Dynamite'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1298018250150142794</id><published>2009-04-22T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:13:24.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, remember how I said I was damn angry a few days ago. My anger today surpasses both angry days I had. Today! URGH, Michelle happened to be channel surfing and we saw that the Liverpool game is confirmed for the 26 of July. WTF!!!! Seriously, which bloody idiot scheduled it? Whoever did it is the biggest dumbass in the whole bloody world. How can Man Utd and Liverpool play on the same bloody day! When you're a football fan isn't it obvious that you'd want to see any team from the EPL regardless of whether you've a fan or not. 2 teams from the Big Four on the same day. Thats really the stupidest thing I've heard all year. And it makes me so angry because eventhough I'm a Utd fan, I really really wanted to see Liverpool. Nicole, Michelle and I wanted to go for all together but now we can't cause they both are Liverpool fans so they'd obviously want to stay in Singapore. Michelle volunteered to follow me to KL for Utd cause she saw Liverpool the last time thay came but I'll feel bad knowing that the club she's supported for more than 2 decades(wow michelle you are aging) is playing a couple of hours away. This sucks. I hate whoever planned this. Not dislike. HATE. HATE with a fiery passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1298018250150142794?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1298018250150142794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1298018250150142794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1298018250150142794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1298018250150142794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-remember-how-i-said-i-was-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7018350044509898415</id><published>2009-04-21T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:27:13.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Dislike</title><content type='html'>(Warning: People who don't watch football shouldn't read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the fact that Man Utd is out off the FA Cup has really sunk in and more than anything, its just so frustrating. I mean when they won the treble way back, everyone was like, I doubt they'll get a chance to do that again. And now, the opportunity presents itselfs on a golden platter. In fact it was delivered right to Fergusons bloody door and what does he do? He just throws it away. Talk about a big let down. Firstly, he fields a team of kids against a club like Everton, in the Semi Finals. I mean if you want to show the power of the youth go ahead, I think they are amazing , just not in a game of that calibre. If he played the young players throughout the FA Cup matches(like the Carling Cup), then i can understand but no, this was out of nowhere. And what about the fans, the ones who paid 100's of dollars to get to Wembley, when you spend hard earned money on a Man Utd Everton Semi Final match, you expect something great but this was just such a letdown. So dissappointing. And its not like the Champions League is a sure win or anything. I think everysingle fan was hoping for a quintuple victory this season. And you know what, its not even a treble without the FA. For one of the best managers in the world, this was a stupid decision. The stupidest I've seen him make. And its so frustating cause an opportunity like this would probably never present itself again. Had I been there, I would have kicked him. Maybe a flick too. So now, I hope Everton go on to win the FA Cup. I mean, first they kicked Liverpool out, then Man u, then to beat Chelsea would just make their season. Another thing, the week before the match, Ferguson released a statement saying he would not underestimate Everton. He says something like that then he fields an utterly inexperienced team? Thats down right disrespect. Well done Fergie, I still love you but I temporarily dislike you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7018350044509898415?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7018350044509898415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7018350044509898415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7018350044509898415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7018350044509898415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/temporary-dislike.html' title='Temporary Dislike'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8400331189408172523</id><published>2009-04-20T01:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:06:11.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warrrr</title><content type='html'>I'm beyond angry right now. I've never been this angry in a very long time. And then there is massive dissappointment. Firstly I cannot understand why Ferguson would throw the FA cup away like that. I mean by the way he was sitting it was obvious how little he cared about it. Yes the Champions League and the EPL are more important but look at it this way, our chances of winning the FA cup were considerably higher than the champions league. Arsenal and then Barca(hopefully). Thats not a sure win. Then Ferdinand and Berbatov. One would think that at times like these the senior players would step up but no. Anyway that caused great dissappointment. Didnt anger me, okay maybe a little but you know, such is life. But what got me so insanely angry was a certain stereotypical man utd fan. Wait lets not say that. A certain Ronaldo fan. Texting me the whole game about how utd is nothing without Ronaldo. I mean when a younger team is fielded you're supposed to support them not critisize them the whole game just cause Ronaldo isn't on the squad.  At times like these I can honestly say that i understand why everyone thinks utd fans are assholes. They thrive on not supporting their club, but critisizing other clubs and in this case anyone who isnt Ronaldo. I don't hate him but I hope he leaves at the end of the season so people will realise that Man Utd isn't just Ronaldo.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a Man utd fan since as long as I can remember and I really thank god that I'm not of those textbook Man u fans who thrive on trash talking and making big idiots of themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8400331189408172523?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8400331189408172523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8400331189408172523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8400331189408172523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8400331189408172523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/warrrr.html' title='Warrrr'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-113003271776558464</id><published>2009-04-11T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:47:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow.</title><content type='html'>So anyway, last week I went from having no Oasis tickets to having 6. Which was pretty good. Some China lady sold me 2 $100 dollar tickets for 96 bucks. haha. I don't know what she was thinking. Thats more than half off. I love her. Anyway, the show was pretty good. The sound was a thousand times better than the last time.&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Melissa a lot this week. She went for the Oasis soundcheck and left early. Apparantly it sucked and they barely sang. Mostly just intrumental. I did tell her to get tickets. This was so an I told you so moment. Sigh. The people in front of us at the show were real idiots. One girl kept fake singing. haha. I noticed especially during Wonderwall. Who doesn't know the words to Wonderwall? She's probably one of those morons who only know Lyla and think Lyla is the best Oasis song and think every single song is Lyla. haha. Fools. Stand by me is my favorite. Sad song also.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new laptop. Fujitsu, I like it a lot. Its really light. I've got my interview next week. I think my portfolio's quite nice. I've already complete 8. 1 half done. After that 1 more and I'm done. The last one I've to do is probably the hardest. I'm doing a comic book cover and I suck at colour so hopefully that goes smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-113003271776558464?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/113003271776558464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=113003271776558464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/113003271776558464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/113003271776558464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/meow.html' title='Meow.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3265775369061084037</id><published>2009-04-04T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T16:45:56.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't win the damn contest. But I'm very very happy today. Maybe Karma does exist, if so, it's working in my favour. Or maybe it's just that I'm a master manipulator. I'll tell you tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3265775369061084037?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3265775369061084037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3265775369061084037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3265775369061084037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3265775369061084037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-win-damn-contest.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1506053503814470002</id><published>2009-03-30T04:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T05:00:35.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Self Destruct</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Sc_do-3SzrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EaMDzwetpbs/s1600-h/Picture+1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318713381087268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Sc_do-3SzrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EaMDzwetpbs/s320/Picture+1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tickets came yesterday! Beautiful. I can't wait. Now I've to make sure I don't lose or accidently destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard a local band who is worthy enough to open for NIN. I mean most of them sound the same with slight variations here and there. And 90% percent of their fans are friends or friends friend. Sometimes even friends friends friends. Rarely.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm in full support of local bands, I just haven't found one I love. I support them in their quest for success and stuff. I just don't particularly like their music. Anyway, I wish August would come already. NIN NIN NIN NIN NIN. see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered a contest yesterday. I've never won a contest before. I hope I win. It would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to attract winning by sleeping now cause if I stay awake I'll surely repel the prize by thinking all sorts of bullshit. Wait, I'm not sure I believe in that theory yet. I'll let you know tmr cause thats when I'll know if I won. See you later innovator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1506053503814470002?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1506053503814470002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1506053503814470002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1506053503814470002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1506053503814470002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/tickets-came-yesterday-beautiful.html' title='Mr Self Destruct'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Sc_do-3SzrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/EaMDzwetpbs/s72-c/Picture+1352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7868517255013837428</id><published>2009-03-29T05:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:21:41.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop World, Stop</title><content type='html'>Here I thought that a couple of weeks after Twilight stopped showing, the Twilight 'fever' would die down. How wrong was I. It's like I'm being haunted by it. Everywhere I go people are talking about it, reading it or trying to behave/dress like one of the characters(make a guess which one). It's really irritating because Twilight was so incredibly bad so I really cannot comprehend how people can still be obssesed. I mean a damsel in distress who has to be constantly saved by a vampire who shimmers in the sun? I didn't think the idea was so terrible until I saw how they potrayed it in the movie. Beyond cheesy. Burning would have been better. You just shouldnt screw with vampire myths by changing burning to shimerring. Thats a sin. I prefer the werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the England Slovakia Int friendly just finished. 4-0. They can score like that for the friendlies but when it comes to the games that matter, they will play nonsense. I'm watching Spain Turkey and a little of Portugal Sweden. Its like watching Liverpool. They should just move to the La Liga, half their bloody team is Spanish. Nicole's friend went to Italy and she did not go to the San Siro. How insane is that? Thats like going to Thailand and not having Pad Thai. Strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I'm done complaining for the day. I'll go back to watching football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7868517255013837428?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7868517255013837428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7868517255013837428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7868517255013837428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7868517255013837428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/stop-world-stop.html' title='Stop World, Stop'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2158149770019156681</id><published>2009-03-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:44:22.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Scj_tyqd8RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kohRBfd9nHM/s1600-h/Trent_Reznor_Self-Destruct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316780522269962514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Scj_tyqd8RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kohRBfd9nHM/s320/Trent_Reznor_Self-Destruct.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so excited! Michelle has always been promising that if Nine Inch Nails were to come here she'd get us all tickets(des,bran,nic and i). She's like a crazy nin fan. So they are performing here in august and guess what!! She bought us all tickets!! YAY! I never really listened to the old albums as much as I listened to like year zero and stuff so I'm pretty excited cause the older stuff is apparantly a million times nicer. I believe. This is so exciting. Trent Reznor, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2158149770019156681?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2158149770019156681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2158149770019156681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2158149770019156681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2158149770019156681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Scj_tyqd8RI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kohRBfd9nHM/s72-c/Trent_Reznor_Self-Destruct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7197321047874751839</id><published>2009-03-24T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:57:01.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/ScjmkFWjTDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uk1O0khAltc/s1600-h/20suns-600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316752867697314866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/ScjmkFWjTDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uk1O0khAltc/s320/20suns-600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello world. I've got lots to say today. I hate people. I hate sleeping so high that I dream of waking up and being beheaded by the fan which makes stupid noises. I hate people who I used to know. I like that I don't know the people I still hate. I hate people who aspire to be anoerexic because they digust me. I hate the fact that I never complete anything I start. I hate that 3 months have passed and I've done almost nothing. I like that I've done nothing. I hate the people who I know talk bullshit about me. I like that I really couldnt care less. I hate the people who think they are better than me because of reasons I won't go into. I like the smell of leather. I hate the way I always wake up late now. I like oatmeal. I hate the people who pretend to be Jesus soldiers. I like that I sometimes believe in God. I hate that I sometimes don't believe in God. I hate how unsure I am. I like thunderstorms especially when they cause little floods so I can pretend to swim. I like the cold I feel when I'm walking home after fake swimming. I hate the cold. I like watching football. I hate people who don't like watching football. I hate people who called what I said stupid. I hate that I still haven't saved enough for the apparatus needed for dream scenario 1 to take off. I like that I know a little now. I hate that I don't know enough. I hate when I do things which dont turn out right. I hate it when bad things happen. I like being happy. I hate being very happy. I like trying to do things. I hate it when I try to do things. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7197321047874751839?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7197321047874751839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7197321047874751839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7197321047874751839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7197321047874751839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/ScjmkFWjTDI/AAAAAAAAAQI/uk1O0khAltc/s72-c/20suns-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6227344492474986783</id><published>2009-03-11T06:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:50:00.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SbbubjjcsfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h33FSITet4g/s1600-h/w.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311694967697879538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SbbubjjcsfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h33FSITet4g/s320/w.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm dying. My Mother is dying. My father is dying. Michelle is dying. Nicole is dying. My family is dying. My friends are dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It occurs to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that if he died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he would die happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because he was loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been a waste a time and space so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today however, will be the worst day of my life but when I wake up tomorrow, my life will change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6227344492474986783?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6227344492474986783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6227344492474986783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6227344492474986783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6227344492474986783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-your-life-and-its-ending-one_11.html' title='This is your life, and it&apos;s ending one minute at a time'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SbbubjjcsfI/AAAAAAAAAQA/h33FSITet4g/s72-c/w.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8400446325570732642</id><published>2009-02-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:08:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koo</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was pretty damn good cause we went to see the all american rejects, they played so few songs but the stuff they did play was great except the new song cause i really hate their new song. the old albums however, are the best. I did not even know they were playing here until like the day before when jd bear told me. I was like WHAT. NO!! turned out to be true. Apparantly it was only advertised on the radio. I don't listen to the radio ever cause firstly, I don't own a radio and secondly, they play the same crappy songs over and over and over again. Thank God I know radio listening people.&lt;br /&gt;It was free so I did not have to use my travel fund. Which is actually empty right now cause I spent the money I had on trying to make my one dream come true. Its going pretty good but I just wish I had the tools to help me progress at a faster pace. Hoping the second half of the year brings all the good things I intend to get.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I need a personal motivator cause I've only completed 1 piece for my portfolio. I need bloody 9 more. But its pretty difficult for me to show range because I'm most comfortable drawing with pens and pencils and charcoal even. But colour is just not my thing. Everything goes wrong once I introduce colour. And I'm a horrible painter. Now this is not like the kind of idiots who know theyre awesome but say they are not in a pathetic attempt to sound modest. I really cannot paint to save my bloody life. Which is why I'm still baffled by my choice to paint for my O levels. Luckily that turned out okay but now, I have to struggle a little to find the painter in me which I'm not so sure exists. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8400446325570732642?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8400446325570732642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8400446325570732642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8400446325570732642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8400446325570732642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/koo.html' title='Koo'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2757512019905839891</id><published>2009-02-17T15:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:14:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so proud of myself. First I resisted buying Jason Mraz tickets. I kept thinking to myself, I've seen him before, I've seen him before. Then I found out Coldplay is coming!! But I told myself, They will come again. So I didn't get tickets eventhough I really wanna go. Then Kaiser Chiefs. But they are coming in April. Thats when the great Kl/Koh Phi Phi/Bkk adventure is supposed to happen. You see I cannot overspend like I always do cause I need to save for my adventure. And I need to make my portfolio which was supposed to be half done by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2757512019905839891?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2757512019905839891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2757512019905839891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2757512019905839891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2757512019905839891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-so-proud-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8723545550962740557</id><published>2009-02-16T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:00:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can Do Anything That I Want</title><content type='html'>Youth is really wasted on the young.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I take time to notice things I just get bothered and a little confused. I cannot understand why people are taking life so seriously. I mean, yes school and stuff is pretty important but there is a line which they all cross pretty damn drastically. Exams are not your bloody life. You are not going to die if you don't ace every damn test. All they want is good grades, a good job, a good income. It makes me quite angry because no one even bothers chasing their dreams anymore. Why the hell not? I would rather wake up at 40 poor and homeless and knowing that I did try my best to get everything I wanted instead of having any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see how life unfolds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8723545550962740557?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8723545550962740557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8723545550962740557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8723545550962740557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8723545550962740557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-can-make-you-do-anything-i-want.html' title='I Can Do Anything That I Want'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6383372886565446344</id><published>2009-02-16T03:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:48:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was not being lied to. Blink 182 really did reunite. Rejoice! I don't remember ever being this happy. I can't wait for their new record!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when you grow up you listen to all sorts of bullshit then you get your hands on the good stuff and you realise that the things to used to think were good are really terrible. That never happened with Blink. Always my absolute favourite.&lt;br /&gt;And Travis Barker is like god to me. I'd kill to be even half as good as he is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6383372886565446344?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6383372886565446344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6383372886565446344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6383372886565446344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6383372886565446344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-was-not-being-lied-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7742077390297552191</id><published>2009-02-10T04:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T04:26:59.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If Blink is really back and they are really making their new album. This will be the best year ever. Its insane how much I love Blink.&lt;br /&gt;If they tour, who knows. They might visit us. We're just a tiny red dot but we're still here.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they aren't lying. They shouldnt play with my feelings that way.&lt;br /&gt;This happy news really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, 3 days till I have a very good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7742077390297552191?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7742077390297552191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7742077390297552191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7742077390297552191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7742077390297552191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/if-blink-is-really-back-and-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-9147711007620155113</id><published>2009-02-03T04:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T04:55:21.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Good To Be Alive In Such A Small World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SYdWQF452ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nZTwYYNBiRs/s1600-h/tsunami_wave_coming_now_too_late.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298298321083423122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SYdWQF452ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nZTwYYNBiRs/s320/tsunami_wave_coming_now_too_late.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I scared the hell out of Nicole. We're going to Koh Phi Phi in April so I wanted to tell her the signs of a possible Tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty scary thinking that only a few years back, people were lying on the same beach we'll be at in a few months. And these people just wanted to relax and enjoy themselves but they were taken by the waves. And the few who managed to survive had to deal with losing their loved ones. Just thinking about it scares me beyond anything. Running from death hoping like hell you make it to higher ground but secretly wishing it takes you painlessly. I heard that drowning is the most painless way to die if you don't resist it. I really hope there is a heaven. And I hope that its everything I'm told it is. The ones taken deserve nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when I've too much of free time, my mind wanders to places I don't want to go but it has made me see how I waste or destroy everything. It still bothers me tremendously how everyone and everything I love will die. Eventually we will all lose everything. Every last thing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever take anyone for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-9147711007620155113?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9147711007620155113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=9147711007620155113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9147711007620155113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9147711007620155113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-good-to-be-alive.html' title='Its Good To Be Alive In Such A Small World'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SYdWQF452ZI/AAAAAAAAAP4/nZTwYYNBiRs/s72-c/tsunami_wave_coming_now_too_late.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8281070064647438839</id><published>2009-01-28T04:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T04:29:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favourite Day All Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sdXS6b7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t5GEe_lCyYg/s1600-h/10012009428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070938536341426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sdXS6b7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t5GEe_lCyYg/s320/10012009428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Hello. My mouth is paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sdLyKfFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/j9ZTw-AdBPs/s1600-h/10012009433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070935446191186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sdLyKfFI/AAAAAAAAAPo/j9ZTw-AdBPs/s320/10012009433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9scvGQ-gI/AAAAAAAAAPg/E4jebOZBNg4/s1600-h/10012009434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070927745874434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9scvGQ-gI/AAAAAAAAAPg/E4jebOZBNg4/s320/10012009434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sb7d-w7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/19e48u_mPRg/s1600-h/10012009447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070913886700466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sb7d-w7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/19e48u_mPRg/s320/10012009447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Kelly, Kelly's Idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sb8-YeaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kUxwn-GxlmI/s1600-h/10012009449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070914291038626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sb8-YeaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/kUxwn-GxlmI/s320/10012009449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                Kelly, Garver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sAw_KggI/AAAAAAAAAPI/R1dz0I2HmuE/s1600-h/10012009450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296070447216624130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sAw_KggI/AAAAAAAAAPI/R1dz0I2HmuE/s320/10012009450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Michelle, Garver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9rfkwYqXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JynjCzJ1zEY/s1600-h/10012009468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069876997728626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9rfkwYqXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JynjCzJ1zEY/s320/10012009468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9rfQwQVBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jcUpR0Af8MI/s1600-h/10012009454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069871628473362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9rfQwQVBI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jcUpR0Af8MI/s320/10012009454.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9reyqm6EI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-tPedORbXAo/s1600-h/10012009460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069863551723586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9reyqm6EI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-tPedORbXAo/s320/10012009460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  My previous head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9renvgtFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wX_6raHqTu4/s1600-h/10012009457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069860619498578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9renvgtFI/AAAAAAAAAOo/wX_6raHqTu4/s320/10012009457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Jd Bear, Post Surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9rej0JRRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IS6tNY0PR24/s1600-h/10012009464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069859565192466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9rej0JRRI/AAAAAAAAAOg/IS6tNY0PR24/s320/10012009464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q6JbKkaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/w_r07VZObXY/s1600-h/10012009466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069234005807522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q6JbKkaI/AAAAAAAAAOY/w_r07VZObXY/s320/10012009466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                Hot Guy, Jd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q52Gkw6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TOeePwKjHNY/s1600-h/10012009470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069228819170210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q52Gkw6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TOeePwKjHNY/s320/10012009470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q5jSUheI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1FEHX3dnzSU/s1600-h/10012009474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069223768163810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q5jSUheI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1FEHX3dnzSU/s320/10012009474.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q5iQcN2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/i7qjYvzaclo/s1600-h/10012009479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296069223491843938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9q5iQcN2I/AAAAAAAAAOA/i7qjYvzaclo/s320/10012009479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tattoo show was awesome. I had a great time. The whole show was just great. Except! the music. The music was the worst I've ever heard in my entire life. I swear it would have been better if they'd played Britney's Womaniser over and over again. At least its catchy. I loved the exhibits. Garver was awesome, I want a Bob Tyrell Tattoo, I want to stand next to Paul Booth and I'm visiting Star Cross Tattoos if I'm ever in Hongkong. Who ever didn't go, you better go next year. And you should also pick up Flash Ink , Singapore's first tattoo magazine. Its really nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the tattoo show, I'd pretty much given up on being a tattoo artist cause I really didn't think I could draw well enough but now I'm quite inspired to pursue it. Practice makes perfect right. And I'm not that bad. Maybe I go crazy with colour(me and colour, never a good idea) but I guess I'll work hard on it. Bob Tyrell only started at 34. I'm only 17. I got loads of practice time!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8281070064647438839?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8281070064647438839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8281070064647438839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8281070064647438839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8281070064647438839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favourite-day-all-year.html' title='My Favourite Day All Year'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SX9sdXS6b7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/t5GEe_lCyYg/s72-c/10012009428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1443242624847179462</id><published>2009-01-26T03:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T03:50:57.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sthief</title><content type='html'>Sup. Many things have happened since I was last here. I'm now a year older. This means I'm almost hitting the halfway mark of my life line. I'm a day closer to being shoved into a little wooden box and being either burned or buried in dirt. Everything I love and cherish will then be thrown away, destroyed or donated to needy people. But then again, I'm sure needy people wouldn't want the hospital gloves and face masks stolen from the hospital which I keep in the flowery lunch box I purchased along with the first aid items I stole from school. I wonder what they will do with all my autographed merchandise by a number of my favourite people in the world. And the necklace that I always wear. The photographs of me. Where will they go? In time, everything will be rubbish. Everything I love will be rubbish. That doesn't sound too nice huh. Anyway, Obama is officially president. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long fingers. I could probably be a pickpocket if I wanted to. I do enjoy stealing occasionally. I always pickpocket Nicole and wait for her to notice then when she does she always accuses me and I always deny all her accusations for too long until I get bored and give her her stuff back. The other day at lunch I stole her wallet. Then it slipped my mind that I stole it and she didn't notice so she didnt ask me back for it. Then a few days later, she was telling me she lost her wallet and that she went to school and realised she didnt have her wallet then she couldn't eat and stuff. haha Then suddenly it dawned on me. Oh no. I have her wallet. I then gave it back and a couple of minutes later I stole a ring from her. haha. She still hasn't asked me for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm not a klepto or anything, I just like annoying Nicole and I really like first aid supplies. I've no idea why. Whenever I see any first aid stuff, I feel really tempted to steal it. Its kinda like how a junkie needs a fix. I need to have first aid supplies. And I've actually been waiting for an accident ever since I started collecting first aid stuff so I can use it but no one ever gets injuries so as my last resort I always used to bandage myself up for school then create some bullshit about how I sustained my injury which suprisingly works on many people. Okay, so call me if you need medical attention but I cannot promise that I know what I'm doing. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1443242624847179462?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1443242624847179462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1443242624847179462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1443242624847179462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1443242624847179462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/sup_26.html' title='Sthief'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-9191121210410567777</id><published>2009-01-05T10:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:55:13.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SWF07yxbbEI/AAAAAAAAANA/Iasc_oSe6_k/s1600-h/823494314_4255c9cd45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287636008099867714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SWF07yxbbEI/AAAAAAAAANA/Iasc_oSe6_k/s320/823494314_4255c9cd45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sup. haha. I haven't done anything really worth talking about. I did watch Twilight which sucked. One of the worst movies I've watched all year. I cannot even count the number of people who urged me to watch it saying it was beyond fabulous, now I'm left wondering if they lied to trick me or if they have extremely bad taste in movies. Either way, it sucked. And if you made plans to watch it, go cancel your plans cause it isn't worth 10 bucks. Go buy yourself a couple of Red Bulls instead, maybe a muffin too. You'll enjoy it more. There, I have done my civil duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-9191121210410567777?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9191121210410567777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=9191121210410567777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9191121210410567777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9191121210410567777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/sup.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SWF07yxbbEI/AAAAAAAAANA/Iasc_oSe6_k/s72-c/823494314_4255c9cd45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8061810030343367670</id><published>2009-01-01T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:22:15.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVztWXBy6KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PlnEmTp3lPw/s1600-h/SilosoBeachParty_VSsite_DFR_9595b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286361031020570786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVztWXBy6KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PlnEmTp3lPw/s320/SilosoBeachParty_VSsite_DFR_9595b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy New Year Earth people. So the Siloso beach party was pretty fun like until 1.30 maybe. After that the stupid dj kept playing bloody techno-ish nonsense and mixing songs which should never be mixed. He was bloody annoying. He would play like 3 seconds of Thriller then go back to the bullshit and he kept doing it over and over again. Like giving us a little bit of hope and then just snatching it away. Diabolical man.We tolerated it until about 3 then headed to betelbox. I had lots of fun there with the hostel people except for one annoyance. It was awesome overall. So we got home at about 8. Went to sleep. And at 1 I saw and heard Marilyn. I thought I was dreaming but it turned out that she was just on my bed waking me. Woke up, went down, wished everyone, lied that I needed to go to the bathroom, went back up, went back to sleep. haha Oh man, not even one day into the new year and I have already lied! I didnt even bother with resolutions this year cause I never keep to them ever so its basically a pointless time waster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read people's blog when I'm bored. Some friends some not so much. Today I went in search of mediocre entertainment but I found so much more. Thanks buddy, you really surprise me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8061810030343367670?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8061810030343367670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8061810030343367670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8061810030343367670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8061810030343367670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-earth-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVztWXBy6KI/AAAAAAAAAMo/PlnEmTp3lPw/s72-c/SilosoBeachParty_VSsite_DFR_9595b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-565785468339153915</id><published>2008-12-31T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T20:32:10.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mysterious Dissapearance of Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVth4vDQJHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/paGg6Vt8GUw/s1600-h/yiyvgf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285926214980084850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVth4vDQJHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/paGg6Vt8GUw/s320/yiyvgf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of hours to 2009. And strangely enough, the only thing I can think of is where I can get those 2009 glasses. The ones where the two zeros are the lens. I wondered why the Star Movies people would be so stupid to show the Pirates of the Carribbean trilogy today. New Years Eve when everyone would be out celebrating but here I am. I just watched The Curse of the Black Pearl and now I'm on to Dead's Man Chest. I love Pirates of the Carribean. Its so good. Michelle is going to the Siloso beach party so I'm following her. I mean, I don't want to spend New Year at home watching tv and Michelle is very good company and hopefully the other people she's bringing. I always thought the beach party was bad music and chinese girls grinding white guys, I still think that but today I will find out for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in three days. I'm pretty happy that I'm free but now I've to face the consequences of not studying for my O's and hopefully I get the poly course I want. If not then, well. I'm not to sure. I didn't weigh that option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a pretty decent year. I hope 2009 will be better. &lt;em&gt;It has to be. Oh no why is the writting suddenly italic. Whatever. Anyway, I'm leaving soon. See you world. If I get drunk and drown at the beach which is highly unlikely since I don't get drunk anymore but if it does happen, I hope my body isn't found. I'm going to go back to my movie now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-565785468339153915?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/565785468339153915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=565785468339153915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/565785468339153915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/565785468339153915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/mysterious-dissapearance-of-kelly.html' title='The Mysterious Dissapearance of Kelly'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVth4vDQJHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/paGg6Vt8GUw/s72-c/yiyvgf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1020248197178103745</id><published>2008-12-28T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T11:27:02.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVbryytBBeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/o4tM9z-AqgM/s1600-h/Picture+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284670470602425826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVbryytBBeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/o4tM9z-AqgM/s320/Picture+72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part of Christmas was being lucky enough to be alive and amongst my family and I'm happy that no one caused any drama. It only arrived today. Maybe it got lost in the mail. I am related to the best and the worst people I've ever met but I'm, thankful for the one's I like. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas started in church cause we should not lose track of the fact that christmas isn't about santa claus, christmas trees and presents. Thats just people exploiting the true meaning of it. I gave out my cards which I spent hours drawing for the people I like. Headed home for a bit to wish my grandmother and my parents cause my father didn't want to come and my mother didn't want my father to be alone. My parents 20th anniversary was a couple of days back. We had dinner. At the dinner table. All five of us. This may sound strange to most people but the last time we all sat down for dinner at home together was years ago. I don't even remember. Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to Caroline's place after that. It was fun. She cooked enough to nourish all the world's straving children and everything tasted awesome! I told her I'd help her cook but being the lying scumbag I am, I didn't. Spend Christmas day at home cause my grandmother invited relatives and my mother ordered a ton of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social gatherings make me unhappy sometimes cause I sometimes feel that a lot of people secretly hate me cause they know how secretly evil I actually am. Then I sometimes try to pin point these people but they often slip away. The ones I do catch pretend so well. I also pretend well cause I secetly hate most people too cause I know how secretly evil they are. And their secret evil is way more evil than my secret evil which is more like a secret not-good. Sigh. I wish I didn't have so many secrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1020248197178103745?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1020248197178103745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1020248197178103745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1020248197178103745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1020248197178103745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SVbryytBBeI/AAAAAAAAAMY/o4tM9z-AqgM/s72-c/Picture+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5423068019982196074</id><published>2008-12-22T03:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T03:22:47.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SU6XYdIW_MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XZj9GOeIkA4/s1600-h/Girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282325859344514242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SU6XYdIW_MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XZj9GOeIkA4/s320/Girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been given an ultimatum. Join Facebook by Christmas or else. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll get on that tomorrow eventhough I do not see why I need a Facebook account. I don't want to keep in touch with 90% of the people I know. They probably don't want to keep in touch with me anway because I'm certain that I've done something evil to every single one of them, with or without their knowledge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I cannot believe I've blogged 199 times already, This will be the 200th. If anyone wants to get me a gift, that would be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5423068019982196074?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5423068019982196074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=5423068019982196074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5423068019982196074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5423068019982196074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-been-given-ultimatum.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SU6XYdIW_MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XZj9GOeIkA4/s72-c/Girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8380987684357071163</id><published>2008-12-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:58:56.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SUpie9bfojI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1heqgqncjgA/s1600-h/Mosh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281141797070807602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SUpie9bfojI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1heqgqncjgA/s320/Mosh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is Fall Out Boy coming here again? Were they not here like a couple of months back? I don't think they're like the Click 5 who have to come here like every other day cause no other people are stupid enough to listen to the bullshit they call music. Fall Out Boy is actually really popular. Hmm strange. Anyway, I'm still not a fan so I guess thats not a concert I'll be attending. But I did see Fall Out Boy on MTV Diaries and the beard guy is really really funny. I would like to go for Prodigy though but the no job, no money thing is still going strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to Borders tommorow. My uncle brought over our Christmas presents. I opened mine cause sometimes he gives me really stupid things which I give away so I need the heads up but I'm really happy with my Borders gift card cause I love Borders. Like one year, he gave me a t-shirt which was about 4 sizes too small. Maybe he was trying to hint that I'm fat or something. Then one time I got a whole Strange Emily package. or is it Emily Strange? I'm not sure. Its still in its original packaging. But you know, its the thought that counts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8380987684357071163?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8380987684357071163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8380987684357071163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8380987684357071163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8380987684357071163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-fall-out-boy-coming-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SUpie9bfojI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1heqgqncjgA/s72-c/Mosh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3348506472769233798</id><published>2008-12-14T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:17:46.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Bells, Silver Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SUUQEWEUJtI/AAAAAAAAALo/9W-KfPyQNMc/s1600-h/Candy+cane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279643804990973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SUUQEWEUJtI/AAAAAAAAALo/9W-KfPyQNMc/s320/Candy+cane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We put the tree up a couple of days ago. Christmas cookies, christmas hats, melted mashmellows, christmas songs and over decoration. Our hall looks like Sandy Claws went crazy in it but YES, I hope Christmas will be good. Michelle is starting celebration on the 15th. I think thats Wednesday. Well, it has to be Wednesday cause we're all going out on Wednesday. I want the Mango Daquiri I had last week. It was so unbelievably good. I don't really love mango or anything but it was really awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Silver Bells is stuck in my head, its playing over and over cause Nicole keeps singing. And not the whole song you know, just the first damn line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I'm gonna stay at home for the next few days cause every time I go out I get annoyed with people. Not the ones I know, the strangers. They must rush everywhere and push and shove and behave like bloody animals and stand right infront of the damn train door making it quite impossible to exit the train without having to push their over eager asses out of the way. And they smell weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its officially been 4 months since the death of my IPod. Oh man. I hate not having my IPod cause then I'm forced to eavesdrop on the conversations other people are having and most of the time, they are painfully boring and it makes me want to strangle them for having such a bloody long conversation about the world most boring topic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also pretty jealous cause Nicole got AudioTechina headphones. Listening to metal with those headphones is like Heaven on Earth. So I really contemplated getting one of my own then I realised that awesome headphones are a complete waste with a dead IPod. So I'm planning on getting the IPod Classic in Black or the IPod Touch but I not sure how much I like the IPod Touch yet. But then the fact that I'm broke stops my plan from taking action. I really need a job. I think I'll be serious now. Not like the past month when I went for like 1 interview. sigh. I wish I had a personal Bree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3348506472769233798?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3348506472769233798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3348506472769233798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3348506472769233798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3348506472769233798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/silver-bells-silver-bells.html' title='Silver Bells, Silver Bells'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SUUQEWEUJtI/AAAAAAAAALo/9W-KfPyQNMc/s72-c/Candy+cane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1018632818183333001</id><published>2008-12-07T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T04:16:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/STrdcFTNK6I/AAAAAAAAALg/PYOQJTusuts/s1600-h/idiot+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276773387946765218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/STrdcFTNK6I/AAAAAAAAALg/PYOQJTusuts/s320/idiot+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/STrWy3dtroI/AAAAAAAAALY/mi-Y4669fig/s1600-h/red+bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Red Bull. It's awesome. I really feel like having a Red Bull right now. But I can't cause I just had one five minutes ago. The fact that I don't have anymore also contributes to me not being able to have it. Life just isn't working in my favour right now. I wanted to ask Nicole to follow me to the petrol kiosk to get more but she's sleeping and I can't go alone because whenever I do, I get stalked by this dog which has like a kelly-is-alone-today radar. And he always looks at me like I'm a thanksgiving turkey which he's dying to devour. Its pretty disturbing. If I were a meat, I really wouldn't wanna be turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I read somewhere that Red Bull can be dangerous when mixed with alcohol. But JaggerBombs are like the best drink in the whole world. The whole wide world. The Vodka we had at Beerfest was also really good. Not like the normal Vodka which I don't particularly like. Its really really good but it's $350 per bottle. So I'm not having it anytime soon. Unless I get a job that pays a decent salary. Even then, I'd probably waste it on 116 cans of Red Bull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Man Utd game just finished. I was at the edge of my bloody seat the whole game. And I really mean the edge, I almost fell a couple of times. But thanks to Mr Vidic, I could finally calm down even if it took 90 minutes. I like the pressure of last minute goals but then I don't like the pressure cause I feel like smashing something at someone all the damn time. When the goal finally came, I think I jumped so high that I grew a couple of centimetres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm going to predict something sometime soon. Very soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE. I hope you liked your gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember that you're 18 now, so you can go to jail. So don't do anything stupid and if you do, call me along so you won't get caught cause we all know that you can manage to get caught doing something illegal by someone who is blind, deaf and legless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1018632818183333001?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1018632818183333001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1018632818183333001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1018632818183333001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1018632818183333001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-red-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/STrdcFTNK6I/AAAAAAAAALg/PYOQJTusuts/s72-c/idiot+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-129953063523199893</id><published>2008-11-28T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:36:06.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging too often = Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SS7ZoKtmQ8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PcHlh9EvTJE/s1600-h/2607484332_711f797773.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273391497791030210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SS7ZoKtmQ8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PcHlh9EvTJE/s320/2607484332_711f797773.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate humans. Such unbelievably dumb fucks. How can people have brains and still be so incredibly stupid. Go ahead you morons. Don't bother recycling. Use all the plastic bags you can. And while you at it, you can burn some styrofoam too!! Sounds fun doesn't it. Then maybe you can throw your garbage in the rivers and kill the aquatic life and then you could also leave some around you. Cause it looks and smells so damn pleasant. Idiots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-129953063523199893?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/129953063523199893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=129953063523199893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/129953063523199893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/129953063523199893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging-too-often-danger.html' title='Blogging too often = Danger'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SS7ZoKtmQ8I/AAAAAAAAALQ/PcHlh9EvTJE/s72-c/2607484332_711f797773.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5542060379954876781</id><published>2008-11-26T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:15:51.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing has changed in the past 4 days. I'm still broke and jobless. Every job I manage to find is either at the other end of Singapore(requiring at least 1 and a half hours of travel time to get there) or they require me to be bilingual. And we all know that by bilingual they mean that Chinese has to be the other language. Unfortunately for me, I only speak English and well, barely Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to devote tommorow to finding a job. I hope I manage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of bored of just sleeping, watching tv and eating excessively due to boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Besides I need money cause I don't like leeching off my parents, plus I need travel money which i want to earn not just get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's all the job anxiety. What if I work with horrible people?&lt;br /&gt;Nicole's got awesome job people from what i hear. Michelle's boss is like completely retarded. For their Halloween Party, I walked in to find him happily applying lipstick. Cross Dressing theme. They were all way too into it. But then again we all know guys will jump at any chance to wear girls clothes or act gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football yesterday was alright. I missed the first part though. It ended in a draw but it didnt matter caue either way both Man utd and Villareal qualify. Liverpool later today. Against Marseille. Michelle has convinced herself that she will be back on time for the game( i think its 2am) when I know for a fact she won't cause its wednesday(she does a pub crawl every wednesday which is actually her job. She really has the best job ever. i hate her) and she'll probably be a little happy by then(rum and coke). I was thinking of going along with her today but Nicole fell asleep and her pub crawl is with really tall backpackers(I really think she gives them a height limit) and well I don't like being the only midget-like one. Sigh. I'm gonna get used to my heels. They're so pretty but I've become so accustomed to slippers. And I've strange looking toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has already come and I wish I had a trumpet or maybe a whole marching band to make some cool effect cause I really feel old. I need to steer the wheel in the right direction. I think I should go price my future dreadlocks tommorrow. And if I look stupid, I'll just cut it off. I'm already sick of long hair anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll change the world. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5542060379954876781?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5542060379954876781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=5542060379954876781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5542060379954876781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5542060379954876781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/nothing-has-changed-in-past-4-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6445604428286916644</id><published>2008-11-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:06:31.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored, broke, jobless, dirty and maybe a little tired. I smell something odd. Everytime I smell, hear, see anything stange, I always suspect its a snake(typing the word already gives me chills). Then I start to think of really scary snakes(every snake I've ever seen). I especially hate the brightly coloured ones and the dark green ones. Oh my, I better stop, I'm already at the edge of my damn seat. I'm gonna go cry now cause now snakes will visit me in my sleep and bite me and swallow me and you would be able to see me in the body of the snake, the shape of me while I'm being mixed with snakes digestive juices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prom wasn't that much fun. After prom however, was great. There were the teenage 10 year olds who gathered at the lobby with their lousy attempt at humour. That was pretty amusing and sad. I can't decide. But anyway, I had an awesome time with the people I hung out with. Thanks for calling me along. Bye. See you when I see you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6445604428286916644?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6445604428286916644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6445604428286916644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6445604428286916644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6445604428286916644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/seriously.html' title='Seriously?!?!?'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8362701254993498224</id><published>2008-11-16T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:19:49.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Birthday Kelly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SR8njVakh5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/IMvwxJz_niE/s1600-h/cake534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268973577044264850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SR8njVakh5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/IMvwxJz_niE/s320/cake534.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my future cake minus the #1 dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially done with my o's. Nothing feels very different. I don't feel extreme liberation or anything. Mann... Anyhow, my malay b paper was the last one. I had to go back to school an extra day for it and what sucked most was that I didn't talk to anyone else taking the b exams so I was insanely bored during the break. I comtemplated eavesdropping on the other people's conversations and make fun of them in my head but they were all talking about unbelievably boring things. So that didn't help. I ended up shading my composition picture to waste time. It actually looked pretty nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, I celebrated my 50th birthday today(in advance, I'm not really 50). Maybe a few decades too early but at least if I die tomorrow I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that I've already done it. Yay. I baked myself a chocolate cake at Caroline's place. Why chocolate? I'm not that big a chocolate cake fan. Once I convinced Dylan that it was my birthday, he drew me a Happy 50th Birthday card so I decided ok, I'll celebrate my 50th birthday. I received a couple of gifts including Red Bull and handshakes. Thanks guys, you really made it special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a special thanks to Dylan for his handprints and the aeroplane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the few morons who asked me why I don't blog about anything personal. Well, I'm a pretty private person, I do not like sharing my issues with people but for some reason people like sharing their issues with me. I don't mind though. I'm Dr Phil to many many people. Ask those who've known me for years. They don't know shit about me. Nothing personal at least. They may think they do but its most definitely some lies I don't remember telling. I prefer keeping things this way. About blogging, I've never been one to make my life an open book, it just invites unwanted judgement and criticism by people who I could care less about. So there you go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps- NAT do know forget that you owe me 5cents per entry, pay up homie haha. 40 cents i think..I can now make 4 phone calls or 2 really long phone calls!! Wow my blogs really does pay off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8362701254993498224?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8362701254993498224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8362701254993498224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8362701254993498224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8362701254993498224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-50th-birthday-kelly.html' title='Happy 50th Birthday Kelly!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SR8njVakh5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/IMvwxJz_niE/s72-c/cake534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8368746378734720200</id><published>2008-11-13T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:38:27.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Stupid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRwfYxPFw6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/QEH9UavgETo/s1600-h/2294961879_9de6727b4f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268120174510588834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRwfYxPFw6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/QEH9UavgETo/s320/2294961879_9de6727b4f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i hate looking at other peoples halloween photographs. because i find it unbelievably annoying how theres always one moron who dresses like a cat and if its like a mascot-like outfit then cool. thats awesome but no!! they always just colour their damn noses black and draw whiskers. how is that a costume. its like they are asking me to make fun of them. i think its the stupidest outfit ever. not only is it stupid, its irritating. even the idiot girls who dress as 'sexy' firemen are better than the stupid cat girls. dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so ive got pretty much nothing to do. this should explain why im getting angry about cat outfits. but seriously, those outfits really annoy the hell out of me. i went for a job interview this week. i dont intend on going back. i hated the place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called my fdt. it went suprising well. now i cannot wait for december. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;./.kjnbchjkldjh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am on a misson to make this christmas a good one. the last couple of years have sucked terribly. michelle wont be here next christmas. maybe nicole too, so this is the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the year of christmas songs and overdecorations. i hope every crazy person im related to(by this i mean every single person im related to) can have an awesome time together and not do anything evil. and if that fails, we can all dress up, laugh, over eat and pretend we had a great time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8368746378734720200?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8368746378734720200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8368746378734720200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8368746378734720200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8368746378734720200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-stupid.html' title='Hello Stupid'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRwfYxPFw6I/AAAAAAAAAKY/QEH9UavgETo/s72-c/2294961879_9de6727b4f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-940154239126505606</id><published>2008-11-05T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:43:12.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Done America!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRFN7hsnMzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MloR6Gc6slI/s1600-h/2251344181_ea3a037096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265075124425929522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRFN7hsnMzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MloR6Gc6slI/s320/2251344181_ea3a037096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have never been more proud of Americans as I am today. And I will not make fun of their stupidity for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I woke up around 730 to watch US Election Night. CNN of course cause I love Anderson Cooper. Anyway, Obama won by a landslide. i mean, 338 electorial votes to John McCains 158, thats really something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so hard to believe that these are the same people who voted for George Bush to be in office, not once, but twice. If Al Gore got what was rightly his, presidency, the world wouldn't be as screwed up as it is today. But anyway, I think Obama can change that cause he is awesome and under him, America might actually improve in terms of their crappy economy, their lousy healthcare and their useless wars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And by the way, did anyone notice how flawless Sarah Palins skin looked when Jonh McCain was giving his speech. Wow. Her make-up artiste deserves a huge bonus. She really looked pretty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, thats about it for today. I really just wanted to state how happy I am with America's decision to FINALLY bring in some change when its most needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good on you Americans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-940154239126505606?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/940154239126505606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=940154239126505606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/940154239126505606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/940154239126505606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/well-done-america.html' title='Well Done America!!'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRFN7hsnMzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/MloR6Gc6slI/s72-c/2251344181_ea3a037096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2863366034202586617</id><published>2008-11-04T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:20:55.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRARmHHuA1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Tn24_hbzwN4/s1600-h/boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264727310840234834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRARmHHuA1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Tn24_hbzwN4/s320/boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;happy (belated) halloween. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt dress up for halloween this year. in fact i didnt even do anything. i expect that 90% of the emo's were the joker. thats for sure. and the other 10% were going for the im-too-cool-to-dress-up look when they secretly did cause come on, emo gear, thats a costume itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gwen stefani dressed up as a fried egg. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh yes, i almost forgot to mention. avenged sevenfold were awesome!! short set but still really really good. and calling synyster gates hot just doenst do him justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks nicole for the ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive got a couple of papers to go till d-day. till then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2863366034202586617?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2863366034202586617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2863366034202586617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2863366034202586617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2863366034202586617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/11/exciter.html' title='EXCITER'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SRARmHHuA1I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Tn24_hbzwN4/s72-c/boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2519634471950795964</id><published>2008-10-23T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:40:03.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keneff Arnaldo Junior III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SP-c_qA1g7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mG7wNmXg2Bo/s1600-h/rr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260095507215516594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SP-c_qA1g7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mG7wNmXg2Bo/s320/rr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ive always been very curious as to why my parents decided it was a good idea to put my surname before my name like how the chinese do. it just sounds odd. and ive never met anyone with an ordinary name(meaning not a chinese-ish name) whose surname is in front. thats like one of the first questions i get asked when people get to know my name. oh and if im related to andrea decruz. which im not. i mean i dont go asking every tan if theyre related to the other tan do i? its quite annoying. so anyway, i was also curious to find out about the meaning of my name. cause well, my parents didnt name me kelly because they thought it had an extraodinary meaning. kelly is after an old school charlie's angel(i thank god everyday that im not sabrina) ,ronette is after a lady who got raped and killed(im not lying) and dcruz, well thats my dads surname. i was like this close to being sabrina or olivia. im so grateful im kelly instead. michelle thinks its because my parents thought id be stupid so they gave me a name which is easy to spell.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i dont understand is people who call their children roger or robert or george or other old man names. i mean when you look at a cute new born baby sleeping peacefully(or maybe screaming its head of), is the first think you think really ''oh yay i can call him george now''. WHY. little babies arent supposed to be georges and rogers. those names are saved specifically for old man(above 55) who feel like living on the edge and to them changing their name seems rebellius enough so they choose something rediculous like roger. everyone knows that.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it gives them excitement. i can so picture a man in a retirement home who changed his name from mark to roger then his best friend comes to him and is all like 'hey mark' and he smiles sheepishly thinking to himself 'hehe he thinks im mark when im actually roger!! oh god im such a rebel. im a prankster. tricking everyone!! hehe'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i got my name meaning checked with the help of google,the mother of all answers.&lt;br /&gt;kelly ronette dcruz --&gt;Strife Strong-counsel Of the cross hmm. ancient charlies angel rape victim dcruz. which do i like better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so anyway nicole just walked in so i checked her name meaning&lt;br /&gt;nicole kimberly dcruz- Victory of the people Forest clearing Of the cross&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;im so excited. avenged sevenfold is tmr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2519634471950795964?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2519634471950795964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2519634471950795964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2519634471950795964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2519634471950795964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/keneff-arnaldo-junior-iii.html' title='Keneff Arnaldo Junior III'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SP-c_qA1g7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/mG7wNmXg2Bo/s72-c/rr.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-761790728410669257</id><published>2008-10-19T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:26:57.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Another Thing Coming</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, I realised that I have a Chemistry exam on monday and I've only studied eight of the twenty one chapters I need to know. Oh No. Yes that was what passed through my head. But then after I watched football(man utd-wba, 3-0. yay). I realised it was 2.00am. So I drank two cans of Red Bull(my favouritest drink in the world) and I began to study. I managed four chapters before realising that it was 6.00am and the damn sun was coming up any moment. So I thought I'd give sleep a pass and I had another Red Bull(wonderful beverage) and I studied one more chapter. Now its 10.22am, and suddenly, fatigue has hit me right between the eyes and I cannot sleep because I've consumed too much of Red Bull(worlds best drink). Then my mom comes in and tells me to get ready for church. Now I'm on the verge of death with 12 more chapters of Chemistry to do and I'm stuck between being tired as hell and having too much energy to sleep. Red Bull(taste of heaven) has really given me wings. But now how. This must be the devils work. Bye, I hope I make it to Gods house in time. I hate standing throughout the whole service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-761790728410669257?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/761790728410669257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=761790728410669257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/761790728410669257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/761790728410669257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-got-another-thing-coming.html' title='You Got Another Thing Coming'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-4745139271369648016</id><published>2008-10-17T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:55:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing I'll Ever Ask Of You</title><content type='html'>I've never been this determined. I'm like a bull and there's a huge red cloth in front of me. And its been there for years and all this time, I've been surpressing my intense desire to rip it into pieces. And now I finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. I have never been more pleased. And I hope I get the encouragement I believe I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to try to be a nicer person because I'm actually quite a horrible being. Its a secret though. Michelle and Nicole are the only ones who know what a monster I actually am. But i'll try to be a nicer monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4745139271369648016?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4745139271369648016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=4745139271369648016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4745139271369648016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4745139271369648016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/only-thing-ill-ever-ask-of-you.html' title='The Only Thing I&apos;ll Ever Ask Of You'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6986894147228804702</id><published>2008-10-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:43:46.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT, HONESTLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 greatest people in the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave grohl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave grohl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave grohl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave grohl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DAVE GROHL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6986894147228804702?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6986894147228804702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6986894147228804702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6986894147228804702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6986894147228804702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-honestly.html' title='BUT, HONESTLY'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6964179251012654514</id><published>2008-10-14T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:31:49.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want It All And I Want It Now</title><content type='html'>I have put myself in the ultimate fix and I will get out and I will make sure I do it well because its the only way I can be free to accomplish what I know I'm made to do without feeling dissappointed in myself not because of the outcome but because of the dissappointment which will be reflected on faces of the people who matter.&lt;br /&gt;You know how you taste a chocolate and you know that thats the best chocolate you've ever tasted so you will not under any circumstance settle for another chocolate because the one you tasted is so good and you know you have to have it and you know you can have because well.. why the hell not. And you know it will be difficult as hell to get that chocolate but you have to try anyway because somehow you know that its within your capability to find that chocolate and consume it eventhough hard work will be extremely neccesary. But then when you haven't actually tasted the chocolate but you know it will be your favourite. The wrapper, the smell, the ingrediants, everything is perfect and it makes you want it even more because it seems less likely and that adds to the thrill. Yes thats the feeling. I think I feel motivated.&lt;br /&gt;Come November 12th, my life will start the way I want it to. And I will do everything in my power to walk down the path I believe is set for me. I feel enlightened. Like Buddha. Everything is so clear. Now all I have to do is make it happen. I have to find the damn chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6964179251012654514?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6964179251012654514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6964179251012654514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6964179251012654514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6964179251012654514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-it-all-and-i-want-it-now.html' title='I Want It All And I Want It Now'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1568677081913637113</id><published>2008-10-02T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:45:54.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MAN.</title><content type='html'>i think my priorities are misplaced. i think i have a thousand things to worry about but all im doing is hoping that avenged sevenfold play warmness on the soul. but how. are they going to carry a piano on stage. that seems a little difficult. still i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i got a feeling. a feeling which kind of took me by shock. maybe because it just hit me suddenly. it was the feeling i got when i thought of an elephant jumping on me. the same feeling i felt last week when i dreamt that someone killed ben gibbard and put him in the box. the same feeling i get whenever i step on an aeroplane and i imagine the whole plane crash, from the oxygen masks falling from the ceiling to the angry sharks devouring my body when the plane crashes into the ocean. the passengers start screaming frantically eventhough they know theyre a millions miles out, theyre in the middle of no where, a place where not a soul would hear them. but still these people scream because they feel a false sense of hope that someone somewhere might hear them. they turn to their children and in their last moments they lie. they tell them that everything is going to be okay. they lie. but why. why cant they say that you will not be okay. you will die. and in a few moments you will be dinner to large monsterous sea creatures but dont you cry now because it will be over soon and when it is we will meet again but i cannot promise that we will walk through white pearly gates and live in eternal bliss where we will be dressed like ancient greek gods but i know we will meet. and when we do we will laugh and share stories and memories about the times we when we used to be happy and that will most definitely provide some kind of comfort. or you could just say close your eyes and count to a million. it should be over by then.&lt;br /&gt;in other words, what im trying to say is that i was scared because i had a nightmare. but of course i tend to get carried away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1568677081913637113?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1568677081913637113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=1568677081913637113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1568677081913637113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/1568677081913637113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-my-priorities-are-misplaced.html' title='OH MAN.'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3428496250455814309</id><published>2008-09-22T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:47:20.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARDON ME</title><content type='html'>motley crue, taste of chaos, avenged sevenfold. im going bloody broke la. anyway im not complaning. atreyu, story of the year and as i lay dying are reason enough to spend. but this seems like a pretty big chunk of good concerts at one go. just a month ago death cab. and i should really be studying not scanning sistic every couple of weeks for new shows. im pretty damn excited for avenged sevenfold, i thought their set last year was too short so its awesome that theyre coming back for their own show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, today was my malay oral. it went better than id expected.&lt;br /&gt;the examiner was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im been keeping busy watching politics. haha yes politics. the us elections. i must say, it really interests me. the other day i was watching sarah palins acceptance speech. it was a joke. she started by saying something like let me tell you what i do. like describing her job and the republicans went absolutely crazy. im not talking just claps. they were screaming and shouting and jumping, waving their banners with intense fiery passion. i cannot for the life of me understand those people. i mean she's stongly against abortion(even for rape victims) but shes all for gun rights. does she not see the irony. guns. haha so every thanksgiving idiots can get high then decide to go shoot turkeys(its too hard just buying one from the store) but shoot their children by mistake or for the fools who run shooting every moving thing in their backyard cause they suspect a robber. haha. its wrong to end the life of an unwanted barely formed foetus but its okay to randomly kill people and justify it by claiming self defense. complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot understand the clinton fans(women esp) who suddenly become republicans because apparantly obama called palin a pig(cause lipstick on a pig isnt a well known phrase right haha).&lt;br /&gt;a sudden change in ideology because of a comment taken out of context. haha thats what you call pure stupidity. they are obviously supporting the person and not the ideology which is ridiculously dumb considering its the damn elections. whats the point in having an awesome person who will run the country into the ground?&lt;br /&gt;im eagerly awaiting the presidential debates. im really looking forward to sarah palin and joe bidens debate. that will be really interesting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing which annoys me is the idiots who are boycotting oprah because she refused to have sarah palin(and any other presidential candidate) as a guest on her show. the issue is that obama was on her show. but what the stupid imbeciles dont understand is that obama was on her show to promoto his damn book which was before he was even running. since then oprah refused any candidate but of course some dumbass women think palin should be on. why? purely because shes a woman. this i really dont understand. for years and years women have been fighting for equality but now when sarah palin is being treated the same as the other candidates, its an issue. people need to think before they react like complete morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah stupid people just really get on my nerves. i mean if youre stupid its fine not everyone can be smart but why the hell would you want to openly display it for everyone to see and ridicule.&lt;br /&gt;whats worse is the smart people who pretend to be stupid because they want to be liked or to try and be funny. seriously. those people are even stupider than the actual stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;stupid people should just shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3428496250455814309?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3428496250455814309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3428496250455814309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3428496250455814309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3428496250455814309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/09/motley-crue-taste-of-chaos-avenged.html' title='PARDON ME'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8053332920041177089</id><published>2008-09-17T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:48:06.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSTIFY ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SNCCx2hT8kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/idpHQSd3F9w/s1600-h/hjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246837358847062594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SNCCx2hT8kI/AAAAAAAAAGU/idpHQSd3F9w/s320/hjk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the past week has been an utter waste of time. i did study but i still feel its time wasted. anyway, i havent been to school since it re-opened. my mom was supposed to talk to my principal abt me not going but she hasnt and i havent and so i think thats just 2 weeks of absence with no reason. i think this means a lecture, a long lecture by someone at school who pretends like they have my best interest at heart when the truth it that they just want to push their bloody method down my throat because they are paid to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;school--&gt;school--&gt;more school--&gt;dumb job i dont want--&gt;die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know what i need to do and i know how to get there but just because i see a different path which suits me better, it does not mean im wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i make a decision that i feel is right, im told im too young to know what i want. but then why in the world am i asked to do an exam(at this age of supposed indecision) which if i do well means i get higher education(a better paid job i dont want) and if i dont it means i'll probably end up a nurse at a polyclinic watching kids faking sick(always the flu) to get a four dollar mc. but the point is that ive known what ive wanted since i was 10. and guess what, it hasnt changed, not even a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont get me wrong, ive nothing again doing my o's. in fact i want to do it. i just dont think i should be made to go to school a month before my exam because come on, they havent helped me in fours yrs. what the hell makes them think they can do so in one month. i help myself and thats the way its always been. sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont think anyone reading this is going to get what i mean. sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i need a holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i od-ed on death cab. yay im going 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/9347504-8053332920041177089?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8053332920041177089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5513439468107084392</id><published>2008-08-28T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:49:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M READY FOR THE BIG DINOSAURS</title><content type='html'>alright so ive not been going to school very often. ive got a chronic backache. i swear im like an 80 year old stuck in a young persons body which is cool so long as i dont develop their spotty skin or weird hospital smell. i hate the smell of hospitals and sick people. my mom told me she used to do social work last time. she used to help old people exercise. i honestly cannot think of any reasonable explanation as to why she would do such a thing. i mean dont get me wrong old people rock but old ill people exercising? that sounds like a handful. then again my mother is one with endless patience so that sounds pretty right for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also been very confused about the course i intend to take after my o's. what im very appreciative of is the fact that my mom isnt forcing to me take a course or go to school as soon as im done. its cool that she see's that its dumb for me to join a course which im not sure of because id probably be doomed because i would start hating it then i would end up a civil servant with a desk job at an office forever. with a boss who hates me and who i hate even more(who has ugly ties) office politics and casual friday ahh the horror. and i would wear the same thing everyday but no one would notice because everyones outfit looks the same. in fact im sure some of them dont change. they dont bathe either, workaholics cannot waste time bathing they just need to spray their smelly perfume which costs 3455 for a bottle the size of a tic tac container. anyway that is why ive decided to take a year off. well not exactly off, i might take a part time diploma but i know for sure im not going to school next year unless i suddenly become enlightened and i find something i love which isnt going to happen so yeah.and i would like it if no one gave me the ''life is short you cannot waste time'' speech. some people have the tendency to do so and to those people, if you can find something longer then life, i salute you. and to those who say its throwing my future away, id rather be poor and happy then rich and miserable. i do not see the point in saving hundreds and thousands of dollars. what for? a really nice coffin? its all bullshit and people should start to see that, and they should open their eyes and see that living by the book doesnt make everyone happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5513439468107084392?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5513439468107084392/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6714523113529271775</id><published>2008-08-23T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T00:50:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill kill KILL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SK_4pMm2v3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JVX-L-ACluw/s1600-h/Picture+326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237678278297698162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SK_4pMm2v3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JVX-L-ACluw/s320/Picture+326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (me after surgery, i was going for the robocop look)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are about 2 months and 2 weeks till the succesful compleletion of my o's. this means that there are about 2 months and 2 weeks till i dissappear completely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have a painting and 2 mounting boards to complete in 2 days. this time constraint is all my fault. im not blaming anyone but i do find it so annoying and frustrating how some people think that critizing someone will work as like fuel for them to better themselves to prove you wrong. why would any person think that is a tactic that works. (omg tactic is like tic tac the other way round!!) anyway, if anyone reading this thinks that, im telling you now the you are stupid and senseless. i guess being told that i couldnt possibly get an A for art over and over and over again really annoyed me. i think it was meant to make me work harder but it made me not ever show up for class because i dont think i need to prove myself to anyone. especially someone who repulses me so much. i know i can get an A but not because i was shouted at so much but because i can draw well. but now i hate art. i hate it so much that after im done with my o's, i dont think i want to do anything associated with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i hope this feeling goes away soon. that would be nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh and i bet that for the next halloween there will be tons and tons of people dressed as the joker. especially the emo's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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KILL'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SK_4pMm2v3I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JVX-L-ACluw/s72-c/Picture+326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7882154969187813203</id><published>2008-08-22T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:06:25.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SK2fhYIj7cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-ginOuENft0/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237017337464614338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SK2fhYIj7cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-ginOuENft0/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" width="443" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the picture quality sucks cause i used my webcam but if you look at the right hand corner you can see a retarded W out of nowhere. yup that was the W i was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im currently extremely pleased with myself. im taking a break from completing my mounting boards for art so i just tried on michelles heels which are like 2 sizes too big but they are high as hell. anyway i walked in front of the mirror at the stairs. my mom placed the mirror right at the top so when you reach the top of the stairs, the first thing you see is yourself. oh and jesus cause there is a photo of him too. the mirror used to have legs so you can like turn it to fit your height. then one day i was moving it about and i accidently broke the legs off because i collided with a wall. so for the shortest person in the hse(which unfortunately is me) the mirror only comes up to half my face. so to see my face ive to take one step down but then id me covering my feet. so anyway back to the actual point. i took the step down as usual, and then i looked in the mirror and WOAH i couldnt see my face!! only my neck. cause i was too tall. haha so i took another step down..and nope. still not there. my eyes couldnt be seen. so i took another step down. that was more then enough. so in case you didnt get my point, i had to take 3 steps down to see my face. heels are awesome. but when it comes to footwear, im more of a comfort than style person which explains why im perpetually in slippers. haha. cant seem to break the habit. i like to let my toes breathe. but then i never use my oh so nice vans. i actually have 2 vans. which brings me to another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was in malaysia because my parents were out of town and michelle wanted to love singapore more. so we were buying shoes and i came across this pair i really liked. but they didnt have my size. only one that was a size 8 and im like a 6 and a half. so i purchased another pair but it wasnt as nice as the big one. then we went to have coffee. but i just couldnt help but think about the really nice pair of shoes which didnt fit me. its like honestly the nicest pair of vans ive ever seen in my whole life. its not the normal material, its like a nicer one and its...um words cant explain it haha. so..i was so annoyed cause i really wanted that shoe. then when we were heading towards another mall, we walked past that shoe shop and i saw the amazing shoe again but they were in the hands of a hideous looking man. i know its mean but he was really weird looking. i felt i had to save the shoe so when he put it down, i got it and i purchased it too. haha. but i only wore it once cause its too big and i had to shove socks in front. it made me look damn retarded like as if i had clown feet like paris hilton and im like half her height so it looked way stupider. i havent worn it since but i do feel selfish sometimes cause someone else couldnt buy it but hey there are millions of shoes in the world. she/he could have gotten another pair. oh wait i forgot to add the main thing. haha it was the last pair. like no more ever(in that particular shop). i did go to shoe shops here where they sell vans but i never found one like it.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to wear it again but then it leads me to another story about why i fear doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nicole had this teacher in primary school who used to scold people while maintaining a smile on her face. as in she like totally talked without moving her mouth, teeth pressed together and all. so this teacher told nicole(for reasons i do not know and do not wish to know) that one time someone gave her the awesomest pair of shoes and she never wore them cause you know, too pretty to wear. haha then this one time she was going to a wedding, she felt she had to wear the pretty shoe. but halfway through the wedding, the shoe broke, like fell apart kinda thing cause apparently she kept it in her closet for years. then she was left footwear-less. how completely embarrasing huh. maybe she told people she was going for the bare foot look like a monk if monks are the people who dont wear shoes. maybe its just britney spears and some other famous people who are too rich to purchase footwear. but then again this whole story sounds a tad bizzare. maybe nicole was lying. she must have lied. shes a compulsive liar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;compulsive liars lie like no others liars lie they lie and lie but she always owns up about lying like 5 seconds after the lie is told so maybe shes not lying. hmm, thats something to think about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, my break was not supposed to be this long so im gonna get back to work. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7882154969187813203?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7882154969187813203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7882154969187813203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7882154969187813203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7882154969187813203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-currently-extremely-pleased-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SK2fhYIj7cI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-ginOuENft0/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5209806696244441019</id><published>2008-08-17T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:28:29.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello fellow earth people. epl started yesterday. i watched liverpools game. not bad. i was kinda rooting for sunderland though, my alliegence lies with roy keane. so i cant wait for the man u game later today. against newcastle. i wonder what injuries vidic is gonna sustain this season and how many teeth he's gonna lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also feeling happy and free haha. i deleted all my social network accounts. okay no i deleted my one social networking account. i only actually had a friendster account. cause i kinda lost interest in it a long time ago so i never used it, ever. then facebook and stuff started coming and apparantly it rocks, but i dont think i'll make one. its really the stupidest thing ever. i mean if its actual purpose was accomplished then it would be great but no it isnt. the idea of these sites is to make friends and keep in contact with old ones. but most people i know are like, '' why must that loser look at my page and ADD me. i cannot believe he had the audascity to leave me a comment!!! omg i always knew he liked me and he so thinks im the coolest person to ever walk the earth''. yup. and so many dumbasses see it as some competition to have the most friends and comments.like those with 2000 friends. come on, who are you trying to kid? and when you leave someone a comment everyday, it just shows how much of a life you have. and when you do so on 3 different social networking sites, woah you really should think your life through. so i guess if people stopped being so full of themselves, it would be way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so death cab was awesome. thousand times better live. they even had an autograph session after the gig and chris signed my t shirt in like the most retarded way. i'll post a picture if im not too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;br /&gt;kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5209806696244441019?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5209806696244441019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>so anyway i had a pretty okay week. my parents are gone. they'll only be back on monday. there isnt really much of a difference though, besides the fact that i dont have someone waking me up for school every morning .oh and laughing at the retarded things my mom does sometimes. before she went, she got 4 people to call me every morning to wake me up for school. haha. it didnt really work cause i didnt answer any of their calls because nicole woke me up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, today someone of higher authority(im not allowed to mention who right?) anyhow, this person really pissed me off. she completely ruined my day. she called to tell me she was giving me a zero and then scolded me abt something. well she said it in a really nasty manner like she always does which is worst than actually getting scolded because she makes you hate something you love which sucks and another thing that sucks is that i have to be in contact with her. another few weeks and i will never ever look in her direction again. so after she was done she said bye and i said bye and put down. 5 seconds later she calls and scolds me for not saying bye, i mean wtf. is she that bloody psychotic that she has to call me back and scold me for apparantly not saying bye. i find her completely repulsive and after november i will make damn sure that i NEVER have to see her ever again.  the very sight of her just makes me feel angry because she robs people of their desire to excel. she makes it so you never want to do anything right because you hate her so much that youd rather fail than see her pleased. which is actually impossible to do because she is never pleased with anything. she only knows how to pick out flaws. and you know what, even writting this makes me so angry. i think i'll stop now before anger consumes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. im ever so grateful to nicholas for selling me his death cab so nicole can go too. i like doing nice things for people. i dont do it often but i like it when i do. i should do it more. when i do nice things people ask if im dying haha. anyway thanks again.i owe you forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6693227111413691851?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6693227111413691851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6693227111413691851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6693227111413691851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6693227111413691851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-anyway-i-had-pretty-okay-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-6200560595154503732</id><published>2008-07-26T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:17:47.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was going to make fun of people, but suddenly i just dont feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been feeling pretty annoyed recently. everyone arnd me is like stressing so much over our damn prelims. its only prelims. not the end of the world. its really irritating, like oh i cant do this and that and omg 5 days till prelims, ive to go shoot myself now study study study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well we have 2 months more till what really matters, no need to get crazy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6200560595154503732?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6200560595154503732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6200560595154503732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6200560595154503732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6200560595154503732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-going-to-make-fun-of-people-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7529210492218015079</id><published>2008-07-20T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:09:42.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am very very happy today, some girl sold me her death cab ticket with a dollar discount! i'll love her forever. cause the first person offered me 500 per ticket. i think he had 2. like wtf not every sixteen yr old has an extra 500 lying arnd somewhere. if i were selling a ticket, i wouldnt charge a dollar more then the original price. thats exploiting ppl.&lt;br /&gt;nicole also wants to go but she cant cause well firstly its sold out and secondly everyone's charging so much more. and its really not worth paying like three times the amt of the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, i've to go alone. cause no one i know managed to get a ticket. but its death cab so who cares. but if anyone who knows me is reading this and has a ticket, i wouldnt mind company oh and anyone who is sitting at row 0 seat number 17 and 19, i'll be sitting in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole put up a huge dave grohl poster in the room. its a really really nice one. and everytime my mom comes in she calls him a toad or ugly man or a frog. sigh. why dont people realise that dave grohl is the awesomest person ever. EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7529210492218015079?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7529210492218015079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7529210492218015079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7529210492218015079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7529210492218015079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-very-very-happy-today-some-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8011226173042593815</id><published>2008-07-02T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T16:39:13.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE SETH COHEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all his fault death cab tickets sold out in a day. i mean seriously. how many people who bought the tickets actually listen to death cab. i bet half of them will leave after i will follow you into the dark which happens to be their worst song.  its all stupid seth cohens fault. actually the writers of the oc. if they never wrote death cab into their damn script then i would have a ticket. its cool that they got alot of publicity from the oc(those who claim they didnt, please you know they did) you also know that seth cohen wannabes only listen to death cab cause of seth cohen. and wear those stupid striped t shirts which 90 percent of them cant pull off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just annoyed. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8011226173042593815?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8011226173042593815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=8011226173042593815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8011226173042593815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/8011226173042593815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-seth-cohen-its-all-his-fault.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-836693634436561102</id><published>2008-06-29T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:19:16.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is an absolutely horrible day. i happily went on sistics website to see when i can go get my death cab tickets and i found out that the whole show is sold out. in 2 bloody days!! thats like the most annoying thing ever cause death cabs like one of my favourite bands. i like them as much as i like um radiohead. and thats alot. i got to see black eyed peas whom i dont particularly like but not death cab! the universe makes no sense right now. and i had no idea that that many people like death cab. damn! this sucks. how the hell will i get to see death cab now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;someone please get me death cab tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw the didnt type the previous blog post a day early. my computer date is just wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-836693634436561102?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/836693634436561102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=836693634436561102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/836693634436561102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/836693634436561102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-is-absolutely-horrible-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3905223951460548281</id><published>2008-06-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:50:45.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY THE 13TH ALMOST KILLED KELLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes you read it right. i almost died this morning(approx 6.08 and 3 seconds). luckily though, i was saved by my mom and nicole. thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well something that i find extremely stupid is the singfest prices. 300? thats a bit much considering that most of the people going are teenagers. well i guess thats not my problem cause i dont need to pay that much. i cant wait for new found glory.. been a fan for very long. its gonna be like seeing mxpx last year. awesomest thing ever. im pretty stoked for panic at the disco too. i like them alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought people were supposed to appreciate me more since i almost died and stuff but no..its still the same. maybe i should let everyone wake up first.&lt;br /&gt;anyway im still pretty weak from my near death experience so im gonna go watch tv eventhough nothing nice is on. nothing nice is ever on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7995752492041128533</id><published>2008-05-27T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:14.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SDwygtlJH4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2wjPdHPgH1c/s1600-h/zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090806906036098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SDwygtlJH4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2wjPdHPgH1c/s320/zen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a pretty weird week. it all started because of my damn dentist. i went in for my monthly tightening. whilst lying on her uncomfortablely hard chair with her annoying bright evil dentist light shinning directly in my face and my mouth wide open wondering if my breath smells like pop tarts, i heard her mumble the word pink a couple of times. i couldnt understand why she had a painting of sadisticly happy looking children on her ceiling. is it supposed to appeal to children. like how clowns are supposed to make them happy when we all know that all clowns are secretly evil and they thrive on thinking about murdering children in the most gruesome ways while maintaining an evil smile on their faces. yeah i got it all figured out. i was also extremely uncomfortable because i was having a blocked nose and so i couldnt breathe through my nose and i didnt know if people breathed through their mouth while having their teeth checked. they dont right? that would be like someone breathing on your hands. that doesnt sound very pleasant. huge dilemma. anyway i eventually decided to take deep breaths everytime she took her hands out of my mouth, i am really not ready to become part of the force. pink pink pink, she went on. i was utmost confused at this point. while catching my breath in the little breaks i got, i asked why she kept saying pink. she then took a mirror and gave it to me. and to my horror my braces were pink. hot fucking pink. in total dismay i almost choked on air. i mean pink is alright on peoples tongues and a few other things but i am completely against smiling colours. pink is not as repulsive as well turquoise but nevertheless its bad. maybe a few notches below hitler and child pornography. just a few. luckily i managed to catch my breath and ask her to remove the horrible pink bullshit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week my cousins friend was killed. he was just a kid. sec 1 i think. sad. very sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess im lucky that no one close to me has ever passed away. or does that make me unlucky. the more time i spend with them, the closer we get, the harder it is. well i had an uncle who died when i was a kid but that was it. i didnt even know what was happening. i guess its better that way. to be young and clueless. im like an unbaked cookie. i have no idea what its like to lose someone. ok im not sure how thats linked to a cookie but it is. i know it is. i just thought of it a minute ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe that we should eat all the mcdonalds, drink all the coke and smoke the weed we want cause we're gonna die anyway. and when my time comes, i will finally be able to verify with kurt cobain that courtney killed him so my immense hate for her would finally be justified. maybe i could wear a brown robe and listen to confucious preach to all his confuci-nisters. i could even come back as a ghost, tie up the people i dont like, spread honey all over their feet and then release red ants on them. the huge kind which attacked me when i was a kid aha see dying is not so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7995752492041128533?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7995752492041128533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7995752492041128533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7995752492041128533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7995752492041128533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-had-pretty-weird-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SDwygtlJH4I/AAAAAAAAAF0/2wjPdHPgH1c/s72-c/zen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3614320888964323448</id><published>2008-05-17T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:14.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SC6umhZdhKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kOVz7kUUhlE/s1600-h/Copy+of+CIMG6274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201286596482925730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/SC6umhZdhKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/kOVz7kUUhlE/s320/Copy+of+CIMG6274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not feeling the best of feelings right now. the airconditioning is blowing directly into my oversensitive nose and the remote does not work. its really bothering me. im not one of those who cant live without the aircon. i dont quite like it actually. i just dont get why people love feeling cold. its horrible. i guess i hate it more cause i have a perpetual cold. my lifetimes supply of piriton is ineffective so its really quite the pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think i'll do something useful tommorow. i think i'll go to town and buy something which could lead to me doing something not utterly useless. oh yes desmond needs a birthday present. i need a new hat to keep in my closet and barely use. yes sunday is the day. i think i'll go after evening mass. oh wait im not sure if i need to go for mass i already went on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was very uneventful. i woke up pretty late and had to go to church then to brandons place for dinner then to gardens for a bit. i walked home. i love walking home from gardens. theres always no one. besides that one time i almost got attacked and eaten by mice. oh and that one time i thought i would be attacked and eaten by a snake. luckily it was just a tree branch. speaking of snakes. one time at sentosa this guy who sits outside underwaterworld with 2 huge typhons threw one around nicoles neck. it was the scariest day of my life. well.. for her. it didnt actually happen to me but i can go into shock just looking at a photo of a snake so yeah you get the picture. i was so scared for her. i think she handled it pretty well though. she only cried a little. i would have probably screamed and drowned myself in the nearest pool of water. and it was yellow. that makes it a hundred times worse. anyway back to what i did yesterday. when i reached home nicole asked me to follow her to bring russ for a walk. so i did. then she told me she'd be back in a minute. she went in and never came back. i was pretty annoyed cause i sat outside and waited like a dumbass for quite a while. anyhow i returned home and mr gangster aka sebastian decided he wamted to go to carolines place. so we went. i though we'd stay for a while but as usual we didnt leave and we walked back trying to reach home before the sun came up. i am pleased to say, it was a success.&lt;br /&gt;sunlight with no sleep is like the absolute worst feeling in the world. even worse than accidently drinking rancid coffee. hmm no actually rancid coffee is worst. that one time i drank it, urgh. the taste is burnt in my tongue. it will remain with me forever. i even had nightmares about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please someone buy me uncle tobys chocolate chip muesli bars. i wonder what hell looks like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3614320888964323448?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3614320888964323448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3614320888964323448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3614320888964323448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3614320888964323448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-feeling-best-of-feelings-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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uninspired. same old same old. im tired as hell. ive been on a self proclaimed holiday from school. and of course when i decide to grace my teachers with my presence i get the whole youre not going to pass your o's if youre never in school lecture. but my friends, i think thats utter bullshit. i can probably stay home and do better then half the dumbasses who attend school religiously. its a waste of my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive spent the last few minutes entertaining myself by reading the blogs of a few losers i know and a few i wish i didnt know. after reading, ive come to the realization that they're all bigger losers then i give them credit for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont understand why some people...alright nvm i'll not go into that. i guess its clearly evident that im not in the best of moods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some website from google says that the five ways to better your mood are to take a walk, call up an old friend, take a nap, think positive and listen to your favourite music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im not going to walk, im not an outdoors person. im not going to call anyone, i hate talking on the phone. im not going to sleep, that will take a few hours. im not going to think positive, its stupid. megalomaniac is on. im not feeling any better. damn. im a pretty difficult person sometimes. michelle and nicole should be paid for living with me. they are one of the only ones who've experienced the full wrath of kelly. i can be such a pain in the ass sometimes its insane.&lt;br /&gt;stupid bloody middleborough scored again. urgh. they always cause an upset. im so pissed off about too many things right now and on top of that, stupid michelle isnt answering her phone when i really need to complain and shout a little right now. she better buy me fries. why cant she just answer her damn phone. its annoys me so much.im going to go destroy something now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-9199775609029504640?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9199775609029504640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=9199775609029504640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9199775609029504640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9199775609029504640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-posts-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R_jRmg6qkVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cClS_Gz8t2w/s72-c/Picture+69.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1747978126010478408</id><published>2008-03-09T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:59:48.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think im probably one of those people who could get away with murder but would get caught for stealing ice cream. sigh&lt;br /&gt;so anyhow, i had a pretty eventful week. i went to sch really often so im proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;incubus and saosin were great!! incubus were one of the best bands ive seen live so far. trully amazing. i dont have many pictures cause there was something wrong with my camera but dennis however took a few. mostly of peoples heads but maybe one or two of incubus. you cant ask for too much. so now ive to see 79 more bands before i die. thats not alot. well if i get to see the foo fighters and radiohead then no one else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention that i read a book in 1 day. a whole book. a thick book. twilight. sherilyn lent it to me and i spent the entire cip day reading it cause it was really interesting. i totally recomend it to anyone who's looking for a good read. apparently theres a movie coming out based on it. this year. yay&lt;br /&gt;see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1747978126010478408?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1747978126010478408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>no internet for a month and i survived. i love not having access to the www. it really saves me alot of time. nothing much happened since the last time i blogged which was i cant remember when, but im sure nothing happened. im gonna catch saosin and incubus tmr. that should be alright. im pretty excited. im still clinging on to the hope that i might see dave grohl some day cause thom yorke doesnt like touring.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, ive had a few offers for my heartagram necklace again. why does everyone want it? yesterday an old lady asked me for it then a few weeks ago another cab driver wanted it then a few days after that, some green mrt man wanted it. whats wrong with you people. you dont go up to random people and ask them for their accesories. thats retarded. i politely said no cause i cant find it anywhere anymore. they have different variations of it but its not the same.&lt;br /&gt;michelle bought me friendship biscuit. im gonna stop wasting my life in 5 4 3 2.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2876831344003266880?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2876831344003266880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2876831344003266880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2876831344003266880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2876831344003266880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-internet-for-month-and-i-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5582093528874147104</id><published>2008-01-24T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:11:17.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sad heath ledger died. arent you? i liked many of his movies. oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, michelle made me a 16 days of kellys birthday board. so everyday ive to open one card and complete the task/get a prize. and on day 3 it said to have a lord of the rings movie marathon. i was game cause well, i love the lord of the rings. its an awesome movie. nicole(genius sister) was about to watch it for the first time. halfway through the fellowship of the ring, nicole(brilliant one) asks, so is he voldermort. sigh.. then during the return of the king she(big brains) asks if aragon was going to keep the ring.&lt;br /&gt;after michelle said it, i realised that there really are quite a few similarities between the lord of the rings and harry potter. strange huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent been to sch in a while. ive got weird rashes. my mom doesnt want me to go cause both my sisters had chicken pox one after the other and nicoles(wisdom woman) poxification is abt to be over. even if i get it, i wont be able to start an epidemic like i wanted to cause apparantly its a crime.&lt;br /&gt;alright im gonna go and think of something to do. see you. you can buy me a pair of switchfoot tickets if you want. i wouldnt mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5582093528874147104?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3968913429891120120</id><published>2008-01-19T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R5DhSGNx6QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oOkmEZ3MZX4/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yesterday was good. michelle and i went for the dream theatre gig. it was good. thanks for the tickets chloe. it rained though which made it really cold but still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nicole got chicken pox now, from michelle. i guess im next on the list. but if the whole will power thing works then i wont be poxified. well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt celebrate my birthday this year. everyone goes on abt how sixteen has to be big but this year just had the worst start. i had no mood to do anything. maybe when nicole recovers we might do something. but then again im not big on birthday celebrations. if im attending its cool but if its for me... well thats a different story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to everyone to wished me. thanks if you forgot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see you around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3968913429891120120?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3968913429891120120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3968913429891120120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3968913429891120120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3968913429891120120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2008/01/yesterday-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3734623716404562418</id><published>2008-01-13T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:29:04.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its now time for the my-blog-is-dying-so-i-should-maybe-post-something-to-entertain-nice-people-who-find-my-attempted-humour-funny post. alright im probably a few weeks late but nvm i'll still tell you what i did on new years.&lt;br /&gt;on new years eve my sister got chicken pox. being the mean and cruel sibling i am, i decided to name her poxy(you know chicken POX). nicole and i wanted to stay home but we went to carols new year countdown party anyway. so we headed over there around eleven. at approximately 11.15 and 4 seconds caroline realised she wanted soup and salmon so we rushed down to a weird part of ang mo kio to find the 24 hour ntuc. we ended up wasting alot of time so we took a cab back so as to reach back before 12 to countdown. i mean who would want to spend the first few moments of the new year running on uneven road with uncomfortable slippers. it does beat having chicken pox though or having to go to the church countdown. so anyway we reached back with ten minutes to spare but of course we all brilliantly forgot to countdown. yup. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up staying the night cause we were too tired to go home oh and my mom also kinda forbidded us from entering our hse.&lt;br /&gt;alright well i wont even bother listing my resolutions cause i went against every single one but cheers to the new year. have fun everyone. leave behind all the of last years fights and drama and enjoy each others company because we're all technically dying.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw dont forget to get me a birthday present. 18181818181818181818181818(this is a hint)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3734623716404562418?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3734623716404562418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3734623716404562418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3734623716404562418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bored.&lt;br /&gt;1. quizzes. theres nothing like doing a dumb 5 question quiz to tell you all about your personality which actually doesnt really even work cause we all secretly try to answer the questions to make ourselves what we want to be. dont act like you dont do it. oh and dont even get me started on the which ''heroes(eg)'' character are you ones.&lt;br /&gt;2. read blogs. celebrity gossip blogs if you feel like looking at britneys crotch or the blogs of people you hate so you can be judgemental about every single thing they type. theres nothing like being judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;3. youtube. go to youtube and mark every comment as spam. yes it does take time but dont you just relish simple pleasures like annoying people. im sure deep inside they will be broken by the 1 thumb down. dont forget to give them one star ratings. you can also randomly flag videos. thats pretty fun. you could also watch videos. just a though.&lt;br /&gt;4. play pacman. trying to beat blinky, pinky, inky and clyde= funnest thing ever. its highly addictive though. beware.&lt;br /&gt;5. make hate lists(on microsoft word. arial. font size 12.bold.). love your enermies. pfftt. how overrated is that. you shouldnt love your enermies. you should hate them. its healthy. believe me. oh and after you finish making your hate list, delete it immediately. you dont want anyone knowing your dirty little secrets do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel all better now. i think im addicted to making lists. i make lists for everything. my whole wall is filled with lists. my mom wants to paint over it cause apparently you're not supposed to write lists on walls but on paper. if its a paper id probably lose it, i cant lose the wall so its a pretty solid plan. i mean how else will i remember that i think that johnny depp, ewan mcgregor,quinn allman, kurt cobain and matthew gubler are the hottest people ever. i was like made for oceans eleven huh. my plans are aaaaaawesome.&lt;br /&gt;oh and im currently thinking about the qualities i want in a friend. like the ideal friend. im sick of the old ones. haha. no im kiddding. or maybe im not. you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle is returning tmr. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3393952402902824868?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3393952402902824868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3393952402902824868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3393952402902824868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3393952402902824868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-wasnt-very-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3220377088636900042</id><published>2007-12-11T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:59:34.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>saturday was bloody stupid. i didnt get sleep the whole night. i went for 8am mass. then did stuff. i had to return home to sleep around 6. i was so tired i could barely keep my eyes open so i tried to sleep but the stupid birds outside wouldnt shut up. i hate birds theyre such assholes who have no consideration. my room felt stuffy so i opened the curtains to allow some air in and the bloody birds starting flying around my window. if i had a gun i swear i would have shot those bastards. i tried shooting rubberbands at them but ive never been very good with my hands plus the rubber band kept hitting my finger so that didnt work. i then tried blasting some techno bullshit hoping that bad music would scare them away but that also didnt work. i then played shut up by blink hoping theyd get the msg but no they continued annoying the hell out of me. i thought i would let russ scare them away but i then realised that russ is scared of birds. russ is scared of everything. now russ is barking like an idiot downstairs. that dog can get so annoying sometimes. so anyhow back to the birds, i went back into my room and began drawing a skull. it didnt turn out so good. the birds must have cursed my pencil. i then blasted the new velvet revolver album and by the time it was done, the birds were gone. so i concluded that birds are irritating fuckers who have bad taste in music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the new velvet revolver album. its really good.i like it alot. i also like the new foo fighters one. its damn nice. did i say that already? i cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now 9.52am. i didnt get any sleep last night again. ive to leave my hse in 3 hours and 8 minutes. i hate tv. theres nothing nice to watch anymore. expect miami ink and yo momma.&lt;br /&gt;i cancelled all my plans for the next few days. im pretty happy sitting at home and rotting. i do get bored sometimes but its better then hanging out with people i dont wanna be around. i secretly hate way too many people. but hate is healthy right. i mean you cant go around loving everyone. thats weird and not to mention stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3220377088636900042?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3816507576919938267</id><published>2007-12-01T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:15.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BksvOmblI/AAAAAAAAAEs/gIrMC00KbSk/s1600-R/CIMG7975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138717894584462930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BksvOmblI/AAAAAAAAAEs/mxCSlxQhssg/s320/CIMG7975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BkvvOmbmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/QnwzZRexhyQ/s1600-R/CIMG7954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138717946124070498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BkvvOmbmI/AAAAAAAAAE0/qJEVkhzvPlU/s320/CIMG7954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BkwPOmbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/amYZmDglNnA/s1600-R/CIMG7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138717954714005106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BkwPOmbnI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EGaPAEQx8V0/s320/CIMG7970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pepito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BkwfOmboI/AAAAAAAAAFE/nTFYR99Udko/s1600-R/CIMG7971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138717959008972418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R1BkwfOmboI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LwJBX2kkmqY/s320/CIMG7971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mary jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. they are cute philipino kids. the kids there were honestly like a million times cuter than the average monsters here. nicer too. so anyway philipinese was alright. i had a good time. i like it alot better there cause its like pitch dark by 5.45pm. damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;i brought back loads of st cinamons and jesus bread. oh and fudge bars. fudge bars are great. oh and really good chocolate cookies which taste like brownies. i remember eating flan at the airport. it was really nice. okay im only talking abt food. i'll move on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission isnt as bad as i thought. i wouldnt mind going again. i talked to like those people who used to be in my sec 1 class. i didnt realise how funny they were. they really made the trip alot better. we spent most of out time laughing about stupid things and of course making fun of a few people. i know, making fun of people..how childish is that. but come on. its fun. we all do it. if you say you dont, youre a liar. i came to the realisation that i dont particularly like being nice sometimes. does that make me the devils advocate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i got confirmed. i still dont know how i feel about that. my head feels like a stack of tangled wires(the blue,green and red type).&lt;br /&gt;i promised beatrice id go for her christmas dinner. hmm. well. im not one to break promises so i just hope it wont be awkward. we all have to grow up sometime right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day of dissappointment. the situation was dissappointing. not anyone. i didnt like today. i hope i dont have another today any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole aka idiot child accidently kneed the keyboard(dont even ask me how) which caused the whole screen to flip sideways. so now to use the computer we have to like turn our heads to the side. the mouse works in that direction too so its really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;patience kelly. everything will be fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3816507576919938267?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3816507576919938267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3816507576919938267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3816507576919938267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/3816507576919938267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/christian-ronaldo-pepito-mary-jane-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nicole,carls bro,weird indian guy, carl, girl, michelle,girl,kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not good with names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOCkJq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/UcHb2rqURCw/s1600-h/CIMG7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510635711310706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOCkJq3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/UcHb2rqURCw/s320/CIMG7714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOCkJq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cypScZsO-yw/s1600-h/CIMG7786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510635711310722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOCkJq4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/cypScZsO-yw/s320/CIMG7786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOSkJq5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IcBXKJ3adFA/s1600-h/CIMG7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510640006278034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOSkJq5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/IcBXKJ3adFA/s320/CIMG7751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOSkJq6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/8ezCLmAmRFY/s1600-h/CIMG7741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510640006278050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOSkJq6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/8ezCLmAmRFY/s320/CIMG7741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOikJq7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/667YuuP1x54/s1600-h/CIMG7699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510644301245362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyOikJq7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/667YuuP1x54/s320/CIMG7699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxikJqyI/AAAAAAAAADU/d-DTKsw74LU/s1600-h/CIMG7677.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxikJqzI/AAAAAAAAADc/K89gsTi1QaI/s1600-h/CIMG7682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510146085038898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxikJqzI/AAAAAAAAADc/K89gsTi1QaI/s320/CIMG7682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxykJq0I/AAAAAAAAADk/9pQK3fhm-dE/s1600-h/CIMG7683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510150380006210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxykJq0I/AAAAAAAAADk/9pQK3fhm-dE/s320/CIMG7683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxykJq1I/AAAAAAAAADs/JVTvqxTioso/s1600-h/CIMG7690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510150380006226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxxykJq1I/AAAAAAAAADs/JVTvqxTioso/s320/CIMG7690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxyCkJq2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mHDw-9r52oA/s1600-h/CIMG7693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134510154674973538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxyCkJq2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/mHDw-9r52oA/s320/CIMG7693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; phoenix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxfikJquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nDAzB__uTqw/s1600-h/CIMG7673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134509836847393506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxfikJquI/AAAAAAAAAC0/nDAzB__uTqw/s320/CIMG7673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; security+random girls camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxfikJqvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8h1vGlfCVlM/s1600-h/CIMG7675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134509836847393522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxfikJqvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8h1vGlfCVlM/s320/CIMG7675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxgCkJqwI/AAAAAAAAADE/SygbS6tml78/s1600-h/CIMG7678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134509845437328130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxgCkJqwI/AAAAAAAAADE/SygbS6tml78/s320/CIMG7678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; joe hahn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxgSkJqxI/AAAAAAAAADM/yL1y_Nyq8yo/s1600-h/CIMG7677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134509849732295442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FxgSkJqxI/AAAAAAAAADM/yL1y_Nyq8yo/s320/CIMG7677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so the linkin park gig was awesome. i had so much fun. i got meet and greet passes and priority entrance. you know why? cause im a genius. anyhow i got pretty good photos too. alot more but i cant be bothered to upload so many. it finished pretty late and i had to go to philipinese the nest day at like 5am so that kinda sucked. philipenese was fun. i'll upload photos when im less tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-6461639346041022298?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/6461639346041022298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=6461639346041022298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6461639346041022298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/6461639346041022298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/nicolecarls-broweird-indian-guy-carl.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/R0FyTikJq8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MJPjVzon3V4/s72-c/Copy+of+CIMG7789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-8241107597087901294</id><published>2007-11-07T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T04:55:57.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was sitting in the hall with my dad watching tv. then suddenly we hear a loud sound.&lt;br /&gt;dad: omg kelly what is that?&lt;br /&gt;kelly: um..its called thunder.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what has gotten into him lately. he's been saying all the stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else, well i took down my tag board which was up for one day. haha. it looked extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did everything i said i would. i did get help though and the mission was a success. now when i get the news which im waiting for, i will have to make the decision. i dont know what im going to do. i dont wanna look back and have regrets.&lt;br /&gt;is that impossible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight. goodmorning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-8241107597087901294?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/8241107597087901294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Ryzkt10uvNI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZbWhdAf5QCY/s1600-h/02-09-07_1946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128725551861644498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Ryzkt10uvNI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZbWhdAf5QCY/s320/02-09-07_1946.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i only have pictures of nicole on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyzkuF0uvOI/AAAAAAAAACs/YMmsJm8R_ew/s1600-h/Copy+of+16-08-07_1541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128725556156611810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyzkuF0uvOI/AAAAAAAAACs/YMmsJm8R_ew/s320/Copy+of+16-08-07_1541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh yes and she really likes photoshop. alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello. holidays have begun. holidays=more free time=kelly will blog more often&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many ppl have asked me to put up a tagboard again, i took it down cause well, im not a big fan of spam. i guess i could put up another one. maybe next week when i feel bored so people who hate me and take it out on my tagboard. are you excited. im not. oh wait, are you guys over the whole leaving dumb msgs on someones blog phase??im not too sure.i guess i need to keep up.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have cat class in 4 hours and 30 minutes. thats if it starts at 930. i cant really remember. i havent been in a while. i think i'll go seeing as how there's only like 2 weeks left. after the 2 weeks i doubt i'll be seen in church very often. im just being honest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8minutes has gone by and ive been merely staring at the computer screen thinking of thumbelina. why the hell am i thinking of thumbelina. i dont even know who thumbelina is. i just know that shes a girl from a story book. i can vaguely remember the illustration. theres a girl and a teacup or is it a flower. whatever it is, its really significant in the story. i remember having the thumbelina storybook, but i never got around to reading it. i always read the little match girl over and over and over again. i used to love that book. i still love that book. its great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok it happned. i felt really bored so i got a tag board. i will take it down soon though. im not too fond of tagboards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5098601996605840410?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5098601996605840410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=5098601996605840410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5098601996605840410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5098601996605840410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-only-have-pictures-of-nicole-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Ryzkt10uvNI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZbWhdAf5QCY/s72-c/02-09-07_1946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-1615051822536197266</id><published>2007-11-01T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:18.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyiuhF0uvMI/AAAAAAAAACc/4ZAh_cO8gvw/s1600-h/idiot+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127540059283569858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyiuhF0uvMI/AAAAAAAAACc/4ZAh_cO8gvw/s320/idiot+child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was feeling bored so i decided to change my name on msn to my sisters name so as to confuse people who have us both on their lists. no one seems to be confused though. damneth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i went to carolines hse today to play badminton. i didnt have any intention of actually playing though so i wore a sweater. i was way too exhausted to do anything. i ended up playing one round which led to another and another and omg badminton is damn fun. i made plans to play again tmr. haha. the sweater however was a problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'll maybe play dota on friday with brandon. i havent played in a while, i cant even remember how anymore. i only remember that lina is the only hero i know how to control well. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so tired. im going to attempt to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-1615051822536197266?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/1615051822536197266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7734280476319877147</id><published>2007-10-29T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:22:18.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyYD3l0uvLI/AAAAAAAAACU/VsQzljpJSLA/s1600-h/ddd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126789479388855474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyYD3l0uvLI/AAAAAAAAACU/VsQzljpJSLA/s320/ddd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like a hero. i hope i will be a hero. i hope my plan works. i hope my plan works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will collect my cookies from someone i do not know on the 13th of november. i will look out for this person whom ive never seen. i will search through the crowd and try to indentify this particular individual whom i need to find. how do you find someone when you have no clue how they look? how will i get my cookies then? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you are thinking of getting a tattoo which looks like the image above.. slap yourself now. cause its the stupidest, ugliest, most cliche tattoo is the world. do not get it. it looks fine if youre doodling on paper, or maybe if youre bored in class and you feel like drawing on your leg or something. but a tattoo, um NOO!!!! i dont think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fkjhfjfkflnkfrnirtl it really bothers me when i see ugly tattoos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7734280476319877147?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7734280476319877147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7734280476319877147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7734280476319877147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7734280476319877147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-like-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RyYD3l0uvLI/AAAAAAAAACU/VsQzljpJSLA/s72-c/ddd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5458693831430900780</id><published>2007-10-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:23:39.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this morning i didnt get any sleep so i decided to go to school. my mom didnt even bother waking me up btw.. anyhow so i got ready and went to my parents room..&lt;br /&gt;kelly: hello can send me to school?&lt;br /&gt;dad : huh why are you going to sch&lt;br /&gt;kelly: its the last day&lt;br /&gt;dad : (turns to my mom) she says shes going to school&lt;br /&gt;mom: (half asleep) huh?&lt;br /&gt;dad : why are you going to sch?&lt;br /&gt;kelly: i kinda need to get my report book&lt;br /&gt;dad : oh youre getting your report book and coming back. i can wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;kelly: no i need to attend sch&lt;br /&gt;dad : huh why?&lt;br /&gt;parents can be so weird sometimes right. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have to dedicate this post to my sister nicole. she overcame a very traumatic incident a couple of days ago. the poor thing was waiting for my dad to get her after her geog paper. in the next table was a vicious cat who was eyeing her. she ignored it. a while later it sat next to her and began rubbing its head against her leg. she was overcome with fear but she did not let it show. she put up a brave front and continued to ignore the cat. a while later.. the attention seeking idiot decided to jump on my sisters lap. thank god for her good reflexes. she was able to push it off before it could attack. im proud of you nicole.&lt;br /&gt;so my dads comes home, looks at me all seriously and was like&lt;br /&gt;why did you go attack nicole in the form of a cat?&lt;br /&gt;old people jokes!! i know right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier today nicole and russ started world war 3. julie-anne was not involved.&lt;br /&gt;thankfully everyone came out alive. no serious injuries.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-2488115170122495186</id><published>2007-10-23T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:50:34.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there are/were many evil things in the world. wars, snakes, hitler, techno. but there is this one silent evil that takes people by shock. it creeps up on you like a little bastard and you wont know its there until it attacks. im talking about none other then the evil sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throats are one of the evilest things in the world. i mean who likes feeling like someone is sitting and grating their throat. its bad. its beyond bad. its almost as bad as child pornography.&lt;br /&gt;im sure sore throats have attacked almost everyone. sometimes they are mild sometimes they get real nasty. it all depends on the person. if you listen to paramore and bloc party or if you are bisexual, you have a higher chance of getting a horrible sore throat. people who listen to radiohead are usually safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many reasons why sore throats suck. you cant talk without feeling like your throat is being wiped with acid. this would really be a problem if you are a professional phone answerer or a professional joke teller. the only way to keep yourself safe is to destroy that paramore cd you have in your bag. go get pablo honey.&lt;br /&gt;many people dont know this but sore throats actually bring out animal characteristics in people. you might find yourself with access drool or many even a tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you probably want to know how sore throats came about. no worries i know the story. it was passed down from generation to generation in my family.&lt;br /&gt;greatgreat grandmother-&gt;great grandmother-&gt;grandmother-&gt;mother-&gt;kelly&lt;br /&gt;so there was once this guy called saw bangs. he really liked soup. he used to drink soup everyday. he also liked toast. he ate toast ever so often. one day he had a craving for toast which couldnt be satisfied. it was like an itch. he ate toast continously for 4 days but he still wanted more. on the 5th day he felt something weird. something he never felt before. his throat felt strange. he went to the doctor who was left puzzled. not knowing what this strange illness was, saw was refered to the world health organisation which discovered that this was a new disease. something no one had ever seen before. since saw was the first person to have it and it was in his throat, it was called a sore throat. many people think its because your throat feels sore but they dont know how wrong they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the simple way to prevent sore throat is to listen to as much radiohead as possible and to spend at least 5 hours a day meditating.&lt;br /&gt;good luck friends. i hope this will help someone somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2488115170122495186?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2488115170122495186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2488115170122495186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2488115170122495186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2488115170122495186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-arewere-many-evil-things-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-7117317064234719196</id><published>2007-10-17T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T20:54:39.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should really read more. i love reading. its relaxing and it doesnt require a lot of effort. its 8.07pm on a wednesday night. my watch says it tuesday but i clearly remember watching criminal minds yesterday so it cannot be tuesday. stupid watch. anyway back to reading. im going to attempt to finish reading ecstacy by friday. it is possible. i read fight club in like a day and a half. fight club was so awesome i couldnt stop reading. its the kinda book that just grabs you by the neck and glues your eyes to it. i tried to read trainspotting but its the kind of book where the words are not spelt correctly so you actually have to read each and every word. its annoying. imagine irvine welsh who had to write it and read it through a few times to make sure it was perfect. woah he must really like a challenge. ill try again some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now ill talk about my watch. my watch is the most annoying watch in the whole world.(yes i now own a watch.which isnt actually mine but i use it) anyway i spent like an hour last night trying to figure out how to change the alarm from pm to am cause i wanted to get up at 8.02am. finally i thought i did it but 6 minutes ago the alarm rang which means it didnt ring at 8.02am which means i didnt manage to change it. damn. now its ringing every 4 minutes and i dont know how to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;about an hour and a half ago my dad called me. he was filled with excitement. he asked me to rush to the tv to watch a plane land. the biggest jet in the world or something like that. im not into aviation. anyhow then i saw the singapore airline sign. and so i thought, if its singapore airlines whys it s.i.a. what does i stand for? singapores incredible aeroplanes. no cannot be. so i googled s.i.a to find out. it said singapore institute of architects. i went to the singapore airlines website ,it doesnt say. i devoted 30 whole minutes into finding out what s.i.a stands but im still left wondering. so if anyone knows what it stands for please tell me. i really wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait wait wait. i just checked wikipedia. why didnt i think of wikipedia. wikipedia is like the best website ever. apparantly the abrreviation of singapore airlines limited is sia. wow isnt that just genius. cause you know it would be unbelievably difficult to just make it sal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today has really been like a waste of time. a couple of hours ago i remembered that my webcam could record. yes i didnt know. so i decided i would record myself painting my nails. so i removed my nail polish, turned on my webcam and starting painting again. then i had to watch it back to see if i unknowingly made weird faces. this all sounds so stupid now.&lt;br /&gt;another big time waster is the amount of time i spend reading cleo. i really dont know why but i just love cleo. i read it every month without fail. so every month i spend about 2 hours reading it. and every month i look through it again(twice, sometimes three times) for about an hour each cause i get bored. so that 4 hours a month on cleo. which is 48 a year. which is 1440 hours from now till the time i die. (supposing i die in exactly 30 yrs) now that is way too much time reading a magazine. i should reduce my sleep time to make sure i have more time each day. more time=more chances to do productive things. ok its still sch time so i sleep about 2-3 hours a day. that seems ok. holidays are in 2 weeks. which means i will probably sleep the days away. but no, i cannot let that happen again. im going to go out and get myself a super alarm clock which sounds the loudest,most annoying sound ever that you will feel like cutting your ears off. since i usually sleep at about 4 i can wake up at 7 and YAY i'll have a lot of time to do things. wow i feel good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed over at melissa's last week. and it was the first time i had an unplanned movie marathon which worked. maybe chloe and melissa planned to watch movies but i didnt get the memo so i thought i was going to sleep. haha anyhow, ive been to a couple of movie marathons but it usually ends after one movie cause everyones too lazy to watch anything. this time we watched 4 movies. well 3.75 actually. i fell asleep during the last time. but i am proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;movie marathons are actually quite fun. i feel like watching fight club again. ok im going to rent fight club and have a one-man-one-movie movie marathon. bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-7117317064234719196?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/7117317064234719196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=7117317064234719196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/7117317064234719196'/><link rel='self' 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tongue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2749105621740587996?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2749105621740587996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2749105621740587996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2749105621740587996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2749105621740587996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-4089764152835327966</id><published>2007-10-01T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:15:43.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello i screwed up my english exam last week cause i wrote the wrong bloody format. i spent like 5 minutes on letter writting and moved on to the compo. yes i now realise that maybe that wasnt very wise. but im quite happy with my compo so yeah. that makes me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then i had oral. i had to wait for like 2 and a half hours cause i was the time keeper. it was utterly depressing watching 10 minutes go by over and over and over again. i think oral went well. i didnt say like and you know too many times. i didnt speed talk. i tried to pronounce every word to the best of my ability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i think ill start studying today. i know i can remember things eaily so hopefully that works again. usually the week before the exam i start getting worried and study a few hours a day but this time its like nothing is working. i look at my timetable, i know i have alot to study but i cant. ss is in 2 days. and math omg and physics. damn. i have to go find some motivation now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;exams are seriously just a waste of paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i went to church yesterday after a very very long time cause my mother was shouting about how i think im muslim. i dont think im muslim, i just dont wanna go to church every week. id rather pray in my room. i dont like standing in a congregation of people whom i dont particularly like and sing songs and pretend like im paying attention when i know i cannot concentrate. the environment is too distracting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yes happy birthday beatrice. ive known you for like the longest time..thanks for being awesome and putting up with me for so long, i know i can be the worlds most annoying person sometimes. so yeah have a great day and be good ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4089764152835327966?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-9219668794544847039</id><published>2007-09-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T14:07:10.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>season 3 of prison break premiered last week. its pretty damn good. well not as good as season 1 but you know, i still love it.&lt;br /&gt;my uncle brought his computer genius friend aka sweatiest guy alive to change our computer, the new speakers are bloody irritating. if its on and music isnt playing then it gives off this like static-like sound which makes you wanna stab your ears. this makes watching capt awesome videos real annoying.&lt;br /&gt;exams are around the corner. like any normal kid ive yet to start studying anything. i have an inability to do anything when im not under pressure. this has got to change. my eye bags are getting worse. i need to relax. i dont feel relaxed. i havent felt relaxed in the longest time. i think i have a history test tmr. you know something is very wrong. ever since i looked at my report book and realised that malay is my highest scoring subject, its like the everything has become weird. maybe im just meant to get single digits for malay.&lt;br /&gt;melissa's confirmation is in a few hours. i promised her id go but im not sure if i can make it. i feel like a bad friend. im not a good friend. im actually never a good friend. im the type of friend who's never around. i havent talked to my old friends in a really long time. i guess time changes everything. good friends become friends then old friends then 'that person i was once close it'. its inevitable isnt it. but you know there are those people you just dont get sick off. the ones you'll probably know your whole life. those people are nice.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like taking half day on tuesday. ive no art anyhow. maybe i could leave at recess. then go do my passport. then go to town to go swimming at olivers house. haha i havent been swimming in so long.&lt;br /&gt;helicoter helicoter table car table car. move you leg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-9219668794544847039?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/9219668794544847039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=9219668794544847039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9219668794544847039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/9219668794544847039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/Rt2o2OG3nMI/AAAAAAAAACM/r5T7sT-R7Fo/s320/linkin-park-sepia-5000875.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was a great day. i love today. today michelle(bringer of joy) lent me $500 to buy linkin park concert tickets and to sign up for lpu thus getting me pre sale tickets. i cant risk not getting it. i just cant. michelle is awesome. pre sale ends today so those of you who wish to go, sales start tmr(6sept). its on the 13th nov at the indoor stadium. get your tickets asap. the last time it sold insanely fast. i cannot wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think artic monkeys are coming too. so dont go overseases. um black eyed peas and the click five too(i think). but who cares about them. i saw the black eyed peas last year they were awesome live but im not really so into their music. but on the other hand, i wouldnt mind going. the click five. haha i saw them at some dance thing last year. bad music bad outfits. from what i hear, the click five is opening for the black eyed peas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im going to sleep today. im going to sleep a happy person. i hope i dream a nice dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-4135058218477886460?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/4135058218477886460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=4135058218477886460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/4135058218477886460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;kelly: if you had to pay a dollar everytime you read it would you?&lt;br /&gt;nicole: kelly, i dont have internet banking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about being out of point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to the birthday party of a 2 year old. why do 2 year olds need birthday parties? its not like they know whats happening. they're probably wondering why these weird adults are staring at them with camera while they cut a cake with candles lit which could burn them.and on top of that the weird adults would definitely be singing and clapping like fools looking unbelievably excited and photographing every move they make. how stupid are we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-943299751795153900?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/943299751795153900/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-5163981260513285727</id><published>2007-09-03T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T04:58:56.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its 4.23am. i hate insomnia. no i dont have insomnia. i prefer thinking im still jet-lagged from my moms belly. im sure she slept at retarded times. that must be it. it has to be.&lt;br /&gt;ive history class at 8am. 3 hours and 37 minutes from now, im expected to be at school learning history. i havent decided if i wanna go. alright if i go, i might learn something. ive been to school like 4 times in the past 3 weeks so i could use some knowledge. if i dont go, ill get to maybe, maybe sleep the morning away. if i fall asleep soon. if im not in bed by the time the son comes up, i'll forget sleep today. i'll be a good dog owner and bring russ for a long long walk so he can irritate all the other dogs and run away when he sees cats. be a good dog owner or be a knowledgable person. damn this is tough. time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;5 things normal people do not know about dogs&lt;br /&gt;1. dogs have eye lashes&lt;br /&gt;2. dogs can sneeze/cough/burp&lt;br /&gt;3. dogs have nightmares&lt;br /&gt;4. dogs are unbelievably annoying sometimes&lt;br /&gt;5. dogs know how to manipulate humans&lt;br /&gt;bet you didnt know that.&lt;br /&gt;if i lay in bed long enough i will definitely fall asleep. it will happen. it will.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i had like really bad hiccups and as always i googled the cure for hiccups. i found the usual, drink from the other side of the cup, dry swallow sugar, a shot of lemon, hold your breath. none of which ever had immediate effect. but then i came across one i'd never seen. eat a whole table spoon of peanut butter. and guess what, within a minute it was gone. always trust peanut butter. my mom tells me its all in your head. well whatever it is, peanut butter works so next time you have hiccups, just indulge in everyones favourite spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of people i know went for some novena thing today. i still dont feel the need to go, which is bloody screwed up since i try to be like a good religious person. sometimes i think im agnostic and the next moment im like NO no way, i do believe in god. or do i? ive to get confirmed this year and im still not sure if i believe in god or not. thats hypocrisy and i dont wanna stand among people who'd die for jesus with a unsure mind. im unsure but i pray everyday and i do believe jesus protects me. but then why do i question whether jesus is real. im thinking way too much now its giving me a headache. i guess i'll try and if i still feel this way then confirmation is just not for me, at least not right now. but a lot can change in 2 months. alot can change in a minute. i hope it does. i pray it does. i dont wanna be forced to be confirmed if im still this way. i hope im not. this is not good at all. it wasnt serious to me before, but it is now.&lt;br /&gt;i guess we'll see what happens. im too confused to do anything now. i think i'll go sit with russ. theres nothing like an awesome dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-5163981260513285727?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/5163981260513285727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=5163981260513285727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5163981260513285727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/5163981260513285727'/><link 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avenged sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvH-G3nJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PX9-TVqtZ2w/s1600-h/CIMG6058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102630191788170386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvH-G3nJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PX9-TVqtZ2w/s320/CIMG6058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mxpx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvIOG3nKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vy28nY4XJz0/s1600-h/CIMG6054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102630196083137698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvIOG3nKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vy28nY4XJz0/s320/CIMG6054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mxpx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvIOG3nLI/AAAAAAAAACE/6v2fH2UXIu8/s1600-h/CIMG6053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102630196083137714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvIOG3nLI/AAAAAAAAACE/6v2fH2UXIu8/s320/CIMG6053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mxpx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSOG3nDI/AAAAAAAAABE/M8h3nTFD_qE/s1600-h/CIMG5980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102629268370201650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSOG3nDI/AAAAAAAAABE/M8h3nTFD_qE/s320/CIMG5980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the academy is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSeG3nEI/AAAAAAAAABM/bUc7tEhVr9o/s1600-h/CIMG5981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102629272665168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSeG3nEI/AAAAAAAAABM/bUc7tEhVr9o/s320/CIMG5981.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the academy is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSuG3nFI/AAAAAAAAABU/x8dSjCGIB9s/s1600-h/CIMG5993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102629276960136274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSuG3nFI/AAAAAAAAABU/x8dSjCGIB9s/s320/CIMG5993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; william&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSuG3nGI/AAAAAAAAABc/moUUd_YObCw/s1600-h/CIMG6005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102629276960136290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuSuG3nGI/AAAAAAAAABc/moUUd_YObCw/s320/CIMG6005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gym class heroes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuS-G3nHI/AAAAAAAAABk/kDdHA4twhQM/s1600-h/CIMG6018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102629281255103602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAuS-G3nHI/AAAAAAAAABk/kDdHA4twhQM/s320/CIMG6018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; avenged sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;singfest photographs as i promised. i didnt get any of hinder cause my battery ran out but i got awesome footage of synysters gates guitar solo. you can see it on my youtube page.&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=e7G8bFwxpVQ"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=e7G8bFwxpVQ&lt;/a&gt; yup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok i went for womad yesterday with chloe. jo came later on with her friend. it was damn fun. asian dub foundation were GREAT!! i went just to see them. i got photographs but unfortunately they are only of me chloe and jo so um, i doubt you wanna see that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll upload gwen stefani photos another day. i cant find the wire. theyre quite unclear but its better then nothing.&lt;br /&gt;alright have a great weekend.. bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps i still wouldnt mind someone getting me a funeral for a friend ticket..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-2683407122719893619?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/2683407122719893619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=2683407122719893619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2683407122719893619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9347504/posts/default/2683407122719893619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/2007/08/avenged-sevenfold-mxpx-mxpx-mxpx.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05694902926673782981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mt-ZOJ8JF-Q/RtAvH-G3nII/AAAAAAAAABs/wxeHQbjlC50/s72-c/CIMG6021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9347504.post-3676847895021324369</id><published>2007-08-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:39:23.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so august has been good. baybeats was great. i followed nicole to the wwe thing. it was fun. then singfest was GREAT!! im so happy i finally saw mxpx. the lead singer of hinder needs to learn to not make such retarded faces. avenged sevenfold were awesome oh and the academy is. i'll upload photos soon. i really hope they have something like this again next yr. definitely worth it. now.. well i wanna go for funeral for a friend but ive no money so if anyone wants to buy me a ticket, that'd be nice. think about it.&lt;br /&gt;i spent last night trying my best not to fall asleep(i can go days without sleep) cause i genuinely thought i was gonna die in my sleep. but guess what, i woke up this morning very much alive.&lt;br /&gt;then i tried to watch the dark side of elephants but nicole changed the channel. thank god i was never one of those fools who jumped at any chance to sit on the wringkley back of that beastly creature for a death ride. elephants are bastards. yeah they saved people in the tsunami but it was probably cause they had sadistic thoughts of crushing and jumping on the poor humans when the humans 'thought' they were safe and sound. yeah that must be it.&lt;br /&gt;another thing, why do people like to type like ThIs. doesnt it take alot more time and effort? and believe me it does not look presentable. so why? it should be banned.&lt;br /&gt;you know ugly couples have hot children, hot couples have geeky children, poor people are usually hot, rich people are usually stuck up, ugly people get good looking boyfriends, good looking people date computer repair men, smart kids are usually socially retarded and the stupid ones are always nicer. god really works in weird ways.&lt;br /&gt;im going now. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9347504-3676847895021324369?l=stupidblogspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stupidblogspot.blogspot.com/feeds/3676847895021324369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9347504&amp;postID=3676847895021324369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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