<?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-1547166525645241101</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:57:49.165+08:00</updated><category term='sukitomo'/><category term='aiba'/><category term='hooga'/><category term='takumi'/><category term='slavery'/><title type='text'>done for......</title><subtitle type='html'>in this world, all that surrounds me is darkness, sadness, unhappiness, knowing that i can never do better, yes, i've gone goth.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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>386</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-3887188245528959550</id><published>2009-04-15T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:41:40.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>she has lung cancer&lt;br /&gt;*advanced stage lung cancer&lt;br /&gt;she went for surgery on monday to remove her right lung&lt;br /&gt;she'll start chemo in 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's like a 2nd mother to me&lt;br /&gt;please don't take her away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3887188245528959550?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3887188245528959550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3887188245528959550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3887188245528959550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3887188245528959550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-has-lung-cancer-advanced-stage-lung.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7116366064632187320</id><published>2009-04-15T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T20:12:22.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me? two faced?</title><content type='html'>that's the funniest thing I've ever heard&lt;br /&gt;if you're SO sure of my 'wrong-doings', &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROVE IT&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DARE &lt;/span&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you CANT prove it, just shut the fuck up - call me a bitch, punk-ass whatever - I am NOT two-faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just can't accept the fact that they're WRONG&lt;br /&gt;so what do they do? they do everything possible to try and prove that they're right - even if they are potentially diminishing another's pride&lt;br /&gt;face it - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU ARE WRONG ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt; - why the fuck can't you just accept it? so stop acting all high-mighty-important and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACCEPT THE FACT&lt;/span&gt; that I am &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; that kind of person (not anymore I'm not) and those aren't my doings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG - I'm&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; coupled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's his fault for taking in such a disaster like me anyway&lt;br /&gt;and he hates it when I'm nice =) so I should totally be more bitchy in everyday life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Zin : When were you EVER nice?&lt;/blockquote&gt;Juin - you can never take it back, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we first started I was all "Day one - so far so good, Day two..." etc.etc&lt;br /&gt;and he just told me to stop counting - because I'd be counting a hell lot of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juin : You're not getting rid of me that easily&lt;/blockquote&gt;yes, I have the best bf in the world - you officially have the right to be jealous =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think I need to cut back on the yaoi writing - it's not good for my social life&lt;br /&gt;I might as well plaster&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I LIKE GUY ON GUY ACTION"&lt;/span&gt; on my forehead and get it over with&lt;br /&gt;plus Juin isn't much of a fan himself (well, DUH! he's a guy)&lt;br /&gt;but I think he's the first guy I've met who openly admitted that he watches Hentai - well, not that I care, I mean, I watch yaoi for christ's sake so I don't think my bf watching hentai is so much of a big deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Juin : I'll admit - you're bitchy, but I can't imagine you not being bitchy&lt;/blockquote&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna make him a car sticker thingy saying 'Best Boyfriend Ever'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7116366064632187320?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7116366064632187320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7116366064632187320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7116366064632187320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7116366064632187320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-two-faced.html' title='me? two faced?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3785730980739386817</id><published>2009-04-05T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:15:22.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?</title><content type='html'>zomg, what's wrong with people? just because I sat at the entrance of Sungei Wang pretending to be the station master (as were some other 6 people or so) does not mean I did it purposely to spite you or anything okay - DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'RE THAT IMPORTANT THAT I WOULD ACTUALLY GO THERE JUST TO PISS YOU OFF? well, here's a newsflash - THE EARTH DOES NOT FUCKING REVOLVE AROUND YOU !!! and as for me (and the three other guards) pretending to be station masters - we were ASKED to do it, okay ! so don't go around saying "Oh, they had nothing to do there in the first place, so why were they so ke-poh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking pissing off, these kind of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, Shen Wei can be so hilarious sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SW : eh, you know that ___ got boyfriend ar?&lt;br /&gt;TY : yeah, now only you know?&lt;br /&gt;SW : yer, people like that can also get boyfriend meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(names have been censored for privacy purposes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a girl crush on Ha Joo Yean - you know, that Jewelry girl with the least clothes?&lt;br /&gt;well first of all she's fucking hot&lt;br /&gt;and god damnit, I want her legs T.T&lt;br /&gt;and she's a rapper - duuuddddeeeeee - that's hot &lt;u&gt;anyday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am totally in love with her voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzkfz9UWu_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dzkfz9UWu_E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Big Bang's 'Lollipop' is so freaking addictive !!!&lt;br /&gt;Bongie in a pink suit with curly hair - he looks like a totally adorable Joker&lt;br /&gt;keep my husband away from the curling iron - PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need to be doing my 15 pages of Addmaths right now&lt;br /&gt;but damnit, Bong's pink suit is distracting.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3785730980739386817?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3785730980739386817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3785730980739386817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3785730980739386817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3785730980739386817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title='seriously?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-8429875653509414840</id><published>2009-04-01T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:13:05.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the shit is wrong with these people</title><content type='html'>let me make one thing perfectly clear&lt;br /&gt;I do not have the time (or even care, for that matter) to go to somebody's blog and bitch about them in their Cbox - so stop accusing me of doing so&lt;br /&gt;first of all, what makes you think I actually visit your blog anyway? You think I have THAT MUCH FREAKING TIME (what with IR day coming up and the deco STILL not complete and I am practically stressing out right now) to actually bother going to your blog and posting bitchings about you? who do you fucking think you are? SO IMPORTANT MEH????&lt;br /&gt;So stop fucking wrongfully accusing me of things that I so CLEARLY DID NOT DO&lt;br /&gt;I've been reaching home at, like, 8pm every fucking day this week so if you think I still have fucking enough time to go to your blog then you are one dumbshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I even know the link to her blog - oh well, don't know, don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is filled with stupid people - how I wish I could just fucking shut them out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a special announcement&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to leave WMS and migrate to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;this may come as a surprise to some people, but please note that due to the shitass education system in this country (plus the ongoing economy crisis), my parents just do not see any future for me in Msia - therefore they have decided that I will leave WMS mid-year and attend schooling in Singapore for the rest of the year&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss you guys *sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; what day is it today? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-8429875653509414840?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/8429875653509414840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=8429875653509414840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8429875653509414840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8429875653509414840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-shit-is-wrong-with-these-people.html' title='what the shit is wrong with these people'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2276748126540411541</id><published>2009-03-23T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:35:53.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>closing?</title><content type='html'>I think it's getting pretty damn useless keeping this blog&lt;br /&gt;I don't really blog much nowadays - more fanficing&lt;br /&gt;and f5 life is just...gahh&lt;br /&gt;#)($*@#)$*(@#)(@* !!!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'll just keep this blog for, you know, sentimental reasons and all that&lt;br /&gt;and whenever I feel like ranting&lt;br /&gt;until then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://peaxhie.livejournal.com"&gt; HERE FOR THE GOODIES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2276748126540411541?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2276748126540411541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2276748126540411541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2276748126540411541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2276748126540411541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/03/closing.html' title='closing?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7640690875152936636</id><published>2009-02-07T10:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T10:06:00.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to go nuts</title><content type='html'>[insert BB Global Warning/Taeyang HOT concert spazz fanpost here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to it, I promise - just as soon as I regain my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;[because BB does things to my head]&lt;br /&gt;and Taeyang's concert - ZOMG, i think i died when he stripped for 'My Girl'&lt;br /&gt;and his abs - oh gosh his gorgeous abs - i think i just died&lt;br /&gt;and Jiyong singing But I Love You to some freaking lucky fangirl (I'm jealous, SO SO jealous, but it's okay since he's my husband and all that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been updating lately - because either I'm too busy fanfic-ing or I'm too busy with homework/studying/blablablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I'm lifeless, I know&lt;br /&gt;but at least I have BB in my life &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7640690875152936636?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7640690875152936636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7640690875152936636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7640690875152936636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7640690875152936636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-going-to-go-nuts.html' title='I&apos;m going to go nuts'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1336063379711561429</id><published>2009-01-23T00:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:09:45.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog feels outdated&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry blog -- Don't think I love you any less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, guess what, guess what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Underworld 3&lt;/span&gt; is out !!!!&lt;br /&gt;and I'm gonna watch it&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE to watch it&lt;br /&gt;it is a MUST to watch it !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going with Jean, because she wants to watch it too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who saved RM200 bucks for Global Warning (it's WARNING, xuan, not WARMING, although BB does cause global warming) slash Taeyang First Concert DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mellie wants her Remember Album (she's a Daesung supporter =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and did I mention, i LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE comments&lt;br /&gt;i think the only reason I post up fanfic in LJ is so that I can get all the comments =D&lt;br /&gt;so comment more !! I don't care if it's mean or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I realised I'm never switching to LJ EVER, because it's so freaking annoying. Just posting up in bigbang_fanfic is stressful enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in xuan's blog] Queenie = #1 fangirling partner&lt;br /&gt;xDDDDD, because I'm a bigger fangirl than youuuu~&lt;br /&gt;fine, maybe that's not entirely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KWON JIYONG IS MY HUSBAND !!!!&lt;br /&gt;so you can obviously tell how hard it is to write smut scenes with my husband and my boyfriend in them (my boyfriend being the very-sexy Dong Youngbae)&lt;br /&gt;but then again, GDYB-yaoi-bias rules over...err...non-GDYB bias i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I hate un-serious fangirls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU WANT TO FANGIRL, FANGIRL PROPERLY LA !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like, "oh, i like him in this pic" or "yerr, why he so ugly in this pic one?"&lt;br /&gt;REAL FANGIRLS SEE THE SAME GUY IN EVERY ONE OF THOSE PICS&lt;br /&gt;AND REAL FANGIRLS ARE NON-JUDGEMENTAL !!!!&lt;br /&gt;fucking pissing off la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop this blogpost, before i post some seriously emo shit&lt;br /&gt;commonwealth essay is due on thursday !!!&lt;br /&gt;and here I am writing fanfic =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1336063379711561429?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1336063379711561429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1336063379711561429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1336063379711561429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1336063379711561429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-blog-feels-outdated-im-so-sorry-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7184130360802089949</id><published>2009-01-10T23:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:34:25.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beyond pissed</title><content type='html'>so streamyx is PMS-ey now eh?&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes ago, the connection was FINE&lt;br /&gt;i was even downloading at freaking 50kb/s man&lt;br /&gt;and now it just decides to be a bitch again by being agonizingly slow&lt;br /&gt;not only that, my modem was freaking BLINKING for the first time in god knows how many months&lt;br /&gt;screw you, TM, we dont pay you freaking ninety bucks per month for this bullcrap connection&lt;br /&gt;you advertised freaking 100mb/s, why dont you even have the decency to stick to it?????&lt;br /&gt;it's false advertising, people, do not believe whatever the streamyx bullshit pulls out of their asses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, but today I just started thinking a LOT about my primary school life, and I realised, I dont even fucking remember 3/4 of it? Maybe because primary school was sorta hellish for me. I was the loner -- the girl you find sitting by herself maybe reading a book or sketching or whatever, but I was definitely alone. And I freaking have no idea how that happened. I was pretty normal from std 1-3 ; had a few good friends here and there -- but for some reason after std 4 up till std 6, I practically isolated myself from everybody. It was as if I didn't want friends or something =P. I was the loner -- the lone wolf -- and for some reason I was fine with that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I started flashback-ing over 'events' that happened in my primary life, and THIS was my most vivid memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after final exams and the teachers were giving out the results ; it was Science this time during std 4. I remembered studying like hell for Science since I wanted to be, like, the highest in class (don't ask why I was so darn competitive in my primary years). So the teacher gave back the papers (and I had full marks for my objective paper *whoop!*) and, like, the smartest girl in the class had, like, one wrong for the objective paper so I was pretty psyched up then *because I started thinking, "Wa, sure got chance to beat her de." And then the teacher gave back the subjective paper, and I got, like, 28/30, and I found out that the smartest girl got, like, full marks for the subjective paper. So I was damn pissed lor (missing the full mark by 1 mark only wor? How not to be sad?) Then the teacher was going through the paper (giving us the answers etc.) then at the VERY LAST question, I noticed the teacher didn't mark my answer. I swear to god I wrote the answer, okay. It was just that the last question had no line to write the answer in, so i wrote it on top of the bottom page border (which, in fact, wasn't that far from the actual question in the first place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Question here]&lt;br /&gt;--------------(answer supposed to be here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________ &lt;--- I wrote my answer here&lt;/blockquote&gt;So instead of marking the answer correct, the teacher just marked a big-ass question mark on the answer space. So then I though, "Hmm, maybe my answer is wrong" but then she told the answer to the question, and my answer was RIGHT. (I swear, this is a true story, it's too stupid to make up) So then after she finished giving out all the answers, I went to her table (to ask for the one extra mark) then when I showed her the question, she was, like, "You wrote the answer there just now issit?" I swear to god, I had never felt so insulted in my entire life. What the fuck man, what makes you think that I would be so petty as to write my answer AFTER I got the marked question paper back. So apparently I was 'cheating' because she thought that I so stupidly missed out the last question, and apparently I didn't have a conscience and wrote my answer down AFTER the paper was given back. So I kena-ed scolding right in front of the whole class -- I still remember it vividly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Teacher : You wrote down the answer just now right?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh? No, I wrote it down during the exam, you didn't mark it&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : Dont lie to me. You want me to call the marker here right now? Ask her whether you wrote down the answer or not?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I wrote it during the exam, teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : We scan all the papers we mark, you know, don't try and lie.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, how to argue? At first I wanted to go "Go and check lor. I assure you my paper will be exactly the same," but then had second thoughts. First of all I KNEW that they wouldn't have actually scanned the papers, because there were, like, 20+ people in each class? And it would SO be a waste of time to just scan everything right? Secondly, if THIS teacher wasn't going to believe that I wrote down the answer during the exam, why the fuck would another teacher believe it? So I went back to my seat lor -- no use arguing right? The teacher wasn't going to believe me anyway (and she had sort of a bad impression on me, because I kept skipping her classes for cheerleading practice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most embarrasing thing? When I went back to my seat, the guy who sat next to me said "Cheater" and scoffed. WHAT THE FUCK MAN !!!!! I was practically on the verge of tears at that moment. What the fuck makes people think that I would actually CHEAT anyway????? So I guessed he noticed I was tearing up, and I told him "I didn't cheat la. Did you even see me open up my pencil box???" Then he was, like, "Oh...go tell the teacher la." And that moment I wanted to strangle him. WHAT THE FUCK DID HE THINK I WAS DOING AT THE TEACHER'S TABLE JUST NOW??????? I remember after that class, I went to the bathroom and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BECAUSE of that effing teacher who was too effing stubborn to believe that she ACTUALLY made a mistake while marking and REFUSED to admit it, I became blacklisted (because apparently I 'cheat' during exams) and I didn't get highest in the class for Science. And I still remember this till today because I swear to got that was one of the most embarrasing moments in my life. How would you feel if your teacher practically announced to the whole class that you effing cheated. I swear, after that 'incident', I never talked to that teacher ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember clearly, after that, that teacher became my science teacher AGAIN in std 6. And because I kept reminding myself that she was a selfish self-conceited bitch, I never paid attention during Science classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just want to 'announce' one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM TAKEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by who?&lt;br /&gt;his name is&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; KWON JI YONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he is the most perfect, most adorable guy in the whole entire universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SWjMkDYTA-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/bJ3nfhzc9zs/s1600-h/bb12790bs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SWjMkDYTA-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/bJ3nfhzc9zs/s400/bb12790bs3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289702682101220322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you, baby&lt;br /&gt;more and more every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SWjNdRAu7gI/AAAAAAAAA3o/_jCjuIFtZEE/s1600-h/vlcsnap-926751.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SWjNdRAu7gI/AAAAAAAAA3o/_jCjuIFtZEE/s400/vlcsnap-926751.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289703665013026306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[will be busy gif-ing Forever With You]&lt;br /&gt;because KwonJiYong = awesomeness&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/1547166525645241101-7184130360802089949?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7184130360802089949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7184130360802089949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7184130360802089949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7184130360802089949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/01/beyond-pissed.html' title='beyond pissed'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SWjMkDYTA-I/AAAAAAAAA3g/bJ3nfhzc9zs/s72-c/bb12790bs3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2357095088964665132</id><published>2009-01-02T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:48:01.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tequila' = my personal hell</title><content type='html'>Tequila has got to be the single most degrading song anyone ever has to play&lt;br /&gt;yes, dad, this is directed towards you&lt;br /&gt;I AM FREAKING GRADE 5 !! WHY THE F--- WOULD YOU WANT ME TO PLAY A SONG WHICH IS 2 GRADES BELOW MY ACTUAL GRADE???? this is practically like forcing a secondary school student to study primary school syllabus&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE F--- MAKES YOU THINK THAT JUST BECAUSE YOU SEEM TO BE IN LOVE WITH THE SONG SO FREAKING MUCH THAT MUST MEAN THAT I HAVE TO BE IN LOVE WITH IT TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I'M GOING TO SAY IT LOUD AND CLEAR FOR YOU (SINCE YOU DIDNT SEEM TO HEAR ME THE FIRST, OH, I DONT KNOW, 100 TIMES THAT I KEPT SAYING IT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE THAT SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATED THAT SONG WHEN I FIRST LEARNT IT, I HATED IT WHEN I WAS PRACTICALLY MADE TO PLAY THAT SONG FOR THE CONCERT, AND I HATED IT WHEN YOU ASKED ME TO PLAY IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN AFTER MY FREAKING GRADE 7 EXAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ON EARTH MAKES YOU THINK THAT I WOULD LIKE THE SONG ANY BETTER NOW???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SONG IS BLOODY DEGRADING, EVEN A BLIND MAN WITH TWO FINGERS CAN PLAY IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST PARENTS WOULD WANT THEIR KID TO PLAY HIGHER LEVEL SONGS, NO?&lt;br /&gt;THEN WHY THE HELL ARE MINE TRYING TO DOWNGRADE ME TO LOWER LEVEL SONGS?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT BECAUSE IT SEEMS TO BE THE ONLY SONGS THAT I CAN PLAY WELL???? WELL HERE'S A NEWSFLASH FOR YOU -- PLAYING THE ORGAN ISN'T ABOUT PLAYING THE SAME SONGS OVER AND OVER AND FREAKING-OVER AGAIN -- IT'S ABOUT FREAKING &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROGRESSS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, NO, I DON'T KNOW WHY THE HELL MY PARENTS ARE FORCING ME TO STAY IN THE FREAKING SAME PLACE WITHOUT MOVING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing Tequila is a freaking embarrassment&lt;br /&gt;sure, it's nice to hear, but it's a major pain in the ass to play&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU LIKE THE SONG SO MUCH, GO AND LEARN IT YOURSELF !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being all obedient and complying to all your demands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it -- I'M DONE&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god if I have to play that song one more freaking time I'm going to burn the book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2357095088964665132?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2357095088964665132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2357095088964665132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2357095088964665132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2357095088964665132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/01/tequila-my-personal-hell.html' title='&apos;Tequila&apos; = my personal hell'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2180903747087682067</id><published>2009-01-02T01:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:37:43.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dead, literally</title><content type='html'>ZOMG, it's here !!! it's heree !!!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for, like, 4 freaking weeks for this !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqVdGl0llLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FqVdGl0llLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just finished watching it, my gawdddd, Seungri -- what happened to the maknaee!!!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg, this video is, like, totally exactly how I pictured it - the beginning part with GD, *shrieks* do I even NEED to mention how much i spazzed watching the video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beginning part, Seungri on the bed, need I even say more? by the way he was gripping the sheets, i thought he was having, like, a wet dream or something =P then it moved to the limo scene -- ZOMG, SEUNGRI !!!! I can't even find the right words to describe it. This video is just oozing with sexiness ; *shrieks* I can die happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ABSOLUTE ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART !!!!! the bed scene *FDIOFEOLKDMNDASDOW (insert other random keyboard bashing letters here)* and I had NO FREAKING IDEA that Seungri had abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrieks* Now i've seen (almost) all the BB members shirtless xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously at a loss for words right now...so much so that I cant even seem to describe the video properly without totally spazzing, screaming uncontrollably, and then losing any memory of whatever I initially wanted to type out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word of advice -- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WATCH THE VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !!!!! (because Seungri is just freaking smexyyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end he HAD to be all maknae-fied xD glad to see we haven't lost innocent Seungri for good yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ending -- where he blowed the kiss -- ALMOST FREAKING KILLED ME !!!&lt;br /&gt;my heart just...stopped...literally&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is my new favourite MV !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*watches the video over and over and over again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2180903747087682067?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2180903747087682067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2180903747087682067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2180903747087682067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2180903747087682067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2009/01/dead-literally.html' title='dead, literally'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-5141646474340252633</id><published>2008-12-31T18:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T22:16:34.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>year-end post</title><content type='html'>typical, I know, and Queenie is supposed to be the QUEEN in un-typicalness&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, another year has come and gone, and another is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;(this post will be a super super super long and heartfelt post *because Queenie feels that you deserving readers need to at least know that Queenie has you in her heart and that no matter how much fun she makes of her readers/yells at them/screams words of hate at them, she realizes they are still readers nonetheless and the sole reason why she gets up every morning thinking of something to blog about*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she has to get this done by MIDNIGHT????? holy fuckkk.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I mess with the blogspot time system to display that i posted it right before midnight eventhough it might already be 1.00am of 1st January does that still count? because lately Queenie finds it difficult to write long posts just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ISN'T FAIRRR !!! I SHOULD'VE STARTED MY YEAR END POST YESTERDAYY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in all typical-ness, lets start with a recount of 2008 shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;form 4 life -- ahh, hell on earth is an understatement. i can't stress enough on how much i HATE HATE HATE HATE science stream (but, heck, I wouldn't have done any better in arts anyway, with all that memorizing, my brain would have exploded to tiny bits of pieces by now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-[u]Jingxuan[/u]   ; OMG Tabi + Chocolate syrup &lt;3. says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway gtg bath or not mum will kill me&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;lol, k&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;whoops, ur offline&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalal~~~&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;*SPAMSPAMSPAMSPAMSPAM*&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna blog using this pm window!!!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;zomggg.....i can't write a new years eve post in less than 6 hours!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;this is unheard of !!!!!    &lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;i think by the end of this my keyboard would have died or something&lt;br /&gt;what a feeling (nameen') says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, once you login to MSN ur comp is gonna DIE DIE DIE!!!!!      &lt;/blockquote&gt;okay, don't ask me why I just did that&lt;br /&gt;Jingxuan just HAPPENED to go offline and I didn't see her go offline so I replied anyway then I saw her status and was, like, "Oh.." but then I continued typing anyway =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, where was I? oh, right, 2008 -- mehh, form 4, hate it, more and more each time. i hate it SO much that the only thing that i could possibly hate more than form 4 is form 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, 2008. went through alot - learnt alot. the MAIN thing I learnt? PEOPLE SUCK, in general. heck, it wouldn't matter if you were the nicest person in general, you'd still SUCK in one way or another. and for some reason 2008 brought out the inner-bitch in me. i was so totally extra bitchy this year *i have no idea why either* --- Jiang calls it personality disorder. I call it being-surrounded-every-single-day-by-people-I-can't-stand-being-around -- which in the end leads to about the same thing anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made new friends in 2008, made new enemies as well (but the 'enemies' level goes waaaaaay higher than the 'friends' level though) I guess I was kind of afraid of change this year (thats basically why i acted the way I did towards the 'new' people *you know who you are*) I'm not making any excuses. I know what I did, and I know I'm accountable for my own actions. I look back at my older posts this year and think to myself "God, was that really me???" and the next second I tell myself "Yep, that was totally me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to start a new year on bad terms with anyone (particularly this year for some reason because Xiao made me 'see-the-light' if I may put it. Mehh, life's too short to go around hating people the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to the 'close' friends I lost during 2008, I'm sorry for pushing you away. I'm sorry for not letting you in. I'm sorry for not being there when I should have, and not caring when I should have cared. I'm sorry for acting so distant and cold towards all of you guys. I'm sorry for locking you out of my mind. (especially Mlissa, Jiang and Tian, I swear I didn't mean to act the way I did)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all my so-called 'enemies', well, you all know who you are. Just want to state that I'm not going to let my life be controlled by hate again. I'm sick of hate. It just makes you...well...a bitch. Well, not to say I'm tired of being a bitch or anything -- I guess I'd just rather be a bitch with no enemies than a bitch with enemies. So to all those who accept my apologies (if you would call it an apology in the first place), thanks a million, really. For those of you who don't..mehh, I could care less about what you think of me in the first place. Go ahead, make an anti-Queenie force -- I've made an effort, why the hell should I try harder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : This is the first (and probably only) time you'll see Queenie not bothering about her pride for once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets recount the year should we? Recall all the wonderful memories and unforgettable moments we've had&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention Queenie's obsession with hot guys. Heck, HOW MANY times has she changed her object-of-desire this year?????'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakamoto Shougo (aka 4th gen Echizen) &gt; Channing Tatum &gt; Wentworth Miller (courtesy of Xuan) &gt; that guy from Step Up 2 (it only lasted, like, 5 hours =P) &gt; Dori !!!! &gt; David Cook &gt; Gavin DeGraw &gt; (then this was August aka Olympic-mania) Fabian Hambuechen *my so-totally German gymnast* &gt; Michael Phelps (ahhh, who could forget? xD) &gt; Artemis Fowl (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) &gt; Jim Sturgess (because 21 was freaking AWESOME!!!) &gt; Daesungie !!!! (because he's the first BB member i liked) &gt; G-Dragon (aka 권지용//JIYONG//G-DRAGON//GD//BONGIE//ZHILONG//BONG//JI//YONG-YONG//MY YONG//KWONLEADER//ETERNAL LEADER//GENTLEMAN OF LEETAEWON) -- the man of a thousand names xD &gt; Taeyang &gt; G-Dragon + Taeyang &gt; Big Bang (in general)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically I went from Japanese-cute-guys freak to totally hot abbed guys to a guy with his upper body covered with tattoos, to some hot dancer guy, back to my Japanese fandom, totally hot singers, (almost gay) German gymnasts, totally hot swimmer guy, to some fictional character, a British actor (because he's SO foreign !!! &lt;3) and from liking ONE member of Big Bang to LOVING all the members of Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I really think I'm gonna start fandoming over DBSK -- it's not a question of IF, it's more of a WHEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SVt8NJd1t7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/okN9Pjlwi0I/s1600-h/001ns2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SVt8NJd1t7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/okN9Pjlwi0I/s400/001ns2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285955152970626994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because this post just wouldn't be complete without a picture of my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;i) study until my nose bleeds =D (because that will indicate when I've studied enough)&lt;br /&gt;ii) stop thinking about korean pretty boys&lt;br /&gt;iii) cut the sarcasm (courtesy of Sam)&lt;br /&gt;iv) resist the temptation to join the DBSK fandom&lt;br /&gt;v) stop hating people (in general) so much&lt;br /&gt;vi) stop biting my fingernails&lt;br /&gt;vii) stop neglecting my poor phone (I've been leaving it uncharged a whole lot lately)&lt;br /&gt;viii) stop gossiping about people behind their backs (hear that, zindee? xD)&lt;br /&gt;viv) complete Electone Grade 5 (and get over my fear of improvisation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;x) have Kwon Ji Yong as my husband&lt;/span&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;...yes xuan, you can stop laughing now&lt;br /&gt;Kwon Ji Yong WILL be my husband !!!!! (just wait and see)&lt;br /&gt;by the end of the year, I will be Mrs. Kwon =D (or Mrs. Quan, whichever sounds better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to show that I'm on this new whole "Bad Queenie turn Good Queenie" thing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'VE DELETED MY BITCHING BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, it's just somethig I need to do, you know, to have peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, I'm starting to turn into one of those people who blog like "one line, enterenterenterenterenter, one line, enterenterenterenter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should end this post now&lt;br /&gt;SOB, the last post of 2008&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear it&lt;br /&gt;*looks away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So long, 2008&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wild ride&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me a whole lot&lt;br /&gt;(although half the time I probably wasn't paying much attention)&lt;br /&gt;but still...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Happy new year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;from out-englished.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1547166525645241101-5141646474340252633?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5141646474340252633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5141646474340252633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5141646474340252633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5141646474340252633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-end-post.html' title='year-end post'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SVt8NJd1t7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/okN9Pjlwi0I/s72-c/001ns2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-9177831514247761739</id><published>2008-12-30T16:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:15:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because BB is my life</title><content type='html'>video post =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang - Oh, Ah, Oh + Strong Baby(Seungri Solo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/swbSsLEHV38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/swbSsLEHV38&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[youtube for now, because my connection is still sucky as hell]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, first thing I noticed in this vid -- Ji's bowl cut is back baby !!! *shrieks* going back to GREAT concert days ke? and, TOP gets to be all special and shows up behind that auto-opening door thing. then theres apparently this secret plan to break into SBS or something. when the van drove out, was like "OMGGG!!!", and then I noticed the 'Big Bang' at the side. hahahahaha, who on earth would drive a getaway car with the sign 'Big Bang' anyway??? (kind of a giveaway isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they stepped out of the van, i was counting, yb, top, gd, dae....where's sr??? then i was, like, ohhhh, cause&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Strong Baby&lt;/span&gt; is next (and sr just HAS to make a special entrance all by himself) and OMGGG, this is the first time I've seen all of them (not including ri) wearing matching outfits!!!! and, OMG !!! It's bae's jacket !!! I KNOW BAE'S JACKET WHEN I SEE IT !!!! first ji copies him, then dae steals it from him and adds a hood, and now TOP's following him too -- zomg. and BB boys just look extremely good in leather, i have no idea why either. So they performed Oh, Ah, Oh, which is, like, my 3rd favourite song in the Remember album -- the first being Strong Baby, and the 2nd Sunset Glow -- *shrieks* and bae just has to be all sexx-ed up with his vocals, my god, I am a very very happy fangirl. then the camera goes to TOP and I'm wondering -- wait, where is his mask thing??? then I noticed all the backup dancers have TOP's mask (hahaha, TOP dont wanna join the crowd ke? nvm, he doesn't need the mask, he's still managed to maintain that mysterious-sexiness about him even without the mask)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you hear the beginning part for Strong Baby (zomg, I can swear i saw ji skipping !!! he was skipping !!!!!) and then appears ri looking mighty hot as hell (and a rose in his pocket? is that for ME darling?) and ji went ahead and gave sr his 'seal of approval' by brushing ri's shoulder -- and I couldn't help but notice ri just couldn't wait to brush ji off the stage xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dancing -- zomg, I have fainted and gone to hip-thrusting heaven SEUNGRI, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MY OVARIES !!!!! zomg, the dance -- totally indescribable. for once I am at a loss for words -- just too freaking amazing, I cant even find the words to describe it. funny thing though, a bunch of hot underdressed girls appear on stage, and Seungri manages to maintain his composure (did you SEE the part where he was running his hand from her thigh up to her butt??? ZOMG, totally NO MORE innocent maknae ri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end the dancer was, like, tapping his nose, as if saying "you're not getting any" but ri just looked...indifferent. hahahahaha, like he was saying "I don't need you, I have plenty of noona fans" *shrieks* this perf just totally makes me want to jump ri. jump him, tie him up, and lock him up in my basement and proceed to do very very naughty fangirl things to him (provided the noona fangirls don't come looking for me first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars Piano Dance Battle - Taeyang(Big Bang) vs Junsu(DBSK)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJipSu6_jvU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJipSu6_jvU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am not exactly a dbsk fangirl (actually, I am really, REALLY not a dbsk fangirl, like, at all) so I was pretty much rooting for bae. zomg, bae's voice -- I can die right on the spot -- and I LOVE how bae's wearing a white outfit to match Junsu's piano and Junsu's wearing a black suit to match bae's piano =D. and Junsu just looked so adorable when he was singing along while bae was performing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the end of bae song I was, like, no way, NO WAY Junsu can beat that. Then he HAD to start with that note -- ZOMG, i nearly fainted. XIAH JUNSU !!!! ARE YOU TRYING TO END MY BAE FANDOM !!!???? omg, that voice -- I love it. SO heavenly -- and not off-key even ONCE *but bae still beats Junsu in pronunciation though. and i LOVE how Junsu didn't look at his piano as much as bae. but it DID look as if he was singing it to bae though. ZOMG, TaeSu action???? (if that's the case, then I fully support ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNSU !!! WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME???? Junsu totally pwned Bae. Just when I thought all my attention was focused on Junsu, then Bae just HAD to win me back by clapping so adorably for Junsu -- damn, I'm at a crossroad right now. Junsu or Bae????? zomg, I can just  dieeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G-Top with Dynamic Duo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFBtbBktMGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cFBtbBktMGE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP came out with his dorky glasses -- and I was, like, OLIJFLKAJEOICMASIDJ -- I think I have a fetish for boy's wearing dorky glasses. but TOP just pulls it off SO WELL. I don't think I can picture Ji wearing yellow glasses like TOP. but I simply ADORE Ji's black rimmed glasses &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Ji appeared, I swear, I shrieked like a crazed fangirl and went on a spazz phase. then I noticed he wasn't wearing a hat (again) ZOMG, I LOVE his bowl cut !!! It just fits him SO WELL !!!!! but I'm gonna miss all his dorky hats &lt;3 Ji, wear Mr. Furry Raccoon again for me, pleaseee????? Ji totally pulls off the red-vest outfit. he just looks SO GOOD in it !!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part where they zoom in to Bae sitting all alone in the front row, dancing to the song like some fanboy -- *shrieks* my heart stopped. BAE !!!! I love his dorky moments &lt;3 and he was trying to act all cool by doing the hand gesture thing, but failed, miserable - he just ended up looking TOO FREAKING CUTE FOR WORDS !!!!! BAE !!!! I WON'T EVER DOUBT MY LOVE FOR YOU AGAIN !!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the part where each of them do a 'solo dance', was laughing like crazy at the first 2 persons. then it was Ji's turn and i was so SUPER excited !!! cause I just knew he would do something absolutely dorky/adorable that would make me go spazz crazy. but right at that moment, THE CAMERA MAN WENT TO THE AUDIENCE !!!!! WTFFF!!!!????? then he went back to the boys at TOP's part, and I was just T.T  hahahahaha, they kept showing Bae dancing along -- TOO FREAKING ADORABLE !!!! then was wondering "wait...where is ri and dae???" poor bae, sitting there all alone =( DONT WORRY BAE, I WAS THERE WITH YOU IN SPIRIT!!!!!  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBSK - Mirotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYzX3N3015k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYzX3N3015k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I just couldn't help it =P Recently I got hooked on DBSK's Mirotic, and I really couldn't help myself. but, damn...those boys look FIIIINNNEEEE~ (specially Junsu &lt;3) ZOMGG !!!! DAMNIT STOP THINKING ABOUT JUNSU !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to be honest, I am LOVING this remix-ed version. and during the high-pitched "waaaa~~~" sound, I was laughing like mad. the guy's expression = PRICELESS !!!!!  I was totally expecting the guys to pull off a totally sex-ed up move *you know, go shirtless/wear a jacket with nothing underneath etc.* but then, ZOMG, black suits with white pants and undershirts - HEAVEN !!!! and I can't really see BB pulling off anything of that sort to be honest. but the boys look like SCHOOLBOYS !!!!! definitely putting up a more innocent image *which I am TOTALLY LOVING RIGHT NOW*   and OMFG !!!! at the unbuttoning part i was, like, OSIDJLEKFJOEIDWJ !!!!! then when they pulled down their shirts !!!! OMG, i so totally lost it. was practically screaming to the comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crappppp......I WILL NOT BE A DBSK FANGIRL I WILL NOT BE A DBSK FANGIRL I WILL NOT BE A DBSK FANGIRL I WILL NOT BE A DBSK FANGIRL I WILL NOT BE A DBSK FANGIRL I WILL NOT BE A DBSK FANGIRL  &lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Bang - Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pchAv2MryyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pchAv2MryyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, this is my first time watching their Heaven performance (not much of a fan of 'Heaven') zomg, they HAD to pull of their matching-tops again. ZOMG, Ji's jacket thingy. It looks like he took all of his furry hats, cut them up, and sewed them all together to make a fur jacket (and there wasn't enough fur to make sleeves?) haha, i think PETA will come and look for Ji soon =D then i noticed TOP's sunglasses hanging from his neck -- hahaha, reminds me of those grandma specs which she hangs around her neck so that she doesn't lose them =D oh, did I mention, i LOVE their matching pants !!!!!! i notice they always have matching pants for all their performances (in Sunset Glow, it was all black, but I thought it was just coincidental) but, NO, they ALWAYS wear matching pants XD (but ri has to be all special again and wear black pants xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was laughing throughout this whole performance -- because of the chereography !!! ZOMG, the chereography is just simply ADORABLEE !!!!!! *shrieks* at a loss for words again. HAHAHA, at the ending part, where Bae was showing off to the camera *yes bae, we know your moves are smexy as hell* and he was rushing back to the center for the '24/7' thing, haha, he only made it back after the '2' xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Star Wars - Dance Battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSwT9y4kYxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSwT9y4kYxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the rep for BB is....who else??? baby Seungri of course!! (because they would be idiots not to send ri out xD) ZOMG, the first performance, when I watched the LQ, i could SWEAR it was Ji (because of the top hat/skinny jeans combo) then the sign came out and I realized it was Taemin -- silly me. How could I mistake someone else for Ji????? MY JI!!!! ZOMG, the lil' bit of stripping in the beginning *droolmania* and the stripping the jacket off in the end -- SO hawt !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG, ri's part next. he looked SO EFFING FINEE !!!! and his dancing - zomg, it's as if he was following the song's lyrics or something -- as if he was telling a story. wish he would've smiled though, I thought he looked too serious while dancing =( the bow at the end -- *shrieks* I could die right now. SEUNGRRIII ARRR !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next perf -- was laughing like crazy in the beginning because of the metallic suit and the lil' robot dancing thing -- ZOMG then after the 'dropping to the knees part', it was SO FREAKING AMAZINGG !!!! you dont even WANT to pay attention to the metallic suit anymore -- not exactly a SuJu fan -- but damn, this makes me WANT to be a SuJu fan xD the body wave thing, almost freaking killed me, man !!!!! and was wishing that he would take off his mask -- AND HE DID !!!! *shrieks* Eunhyuk !!!! your dance drives me crazyyy &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 4th guy -- ZOMG !!! the pelvis thrust !!!! kill me, kill me now !!!!! and, that's not it.. HE FREAKING LIFTED UP HIS SHIRT !!!! DSFIWRJLEKMFOEE, i think I have gone to boyband heaven. *SHRIEKS* !!!!!!! and the breakdancing -- SO HOT !!!!!, can't even describe it. *drools, drools, drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG !!!! YUNHO's part !!!! my jaw totally dropped at the beginning, and stayed that way right up till the end. at the beginning he put his top hat on, then after a few steps, it dropped off !!! but he just acted like it was meant to be that way and continued on. ZOMG, the dance -- what else can I say??? FREAKING AWESOMETASTIC !!!! *that's right, it's so amazingly fantastic that it needs a totally new word to describe it* fuckkk, this totally makes me fall deeper and deeper into the pit of almost-DBSK-fandom. whyyyy, WHYYYYY do you all have to do this to mee???? gosh, Yunho just looked so perfectly confident and in-control of what he was doing. YUNHO AR !!!! THOSE HIPS !! YOU'RE DRIVING ME MADDD !!!!!! *drool* but Yunho mainly focuses more on upper body movement -- heck, when it's that fucking smexy, no one can complain man. *SHRIEKS* YUNHO !!!!!!! and after all the super-fast-upper-body-hand-movement things, he slowed down and did the brushing-off shoulder. OMGGGGGG !!!!! YUNHOOO !!!! I WAS SO TOTALLY MESMERIZED THE ENTIRE TIME. my mind just went...blank. for that whole 1 minute i just couldn't think of anything -- because I was too entranced in Yunho's smexy dance. So. Freaking. Orgasmic &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, I think I'm gonna go nuts after this&lt;br /&gt;after watching Yunho's dance....man&lt;br /&gt;I think my mind has turned off completely&lt;br /&gt;*drifts off into the deep pit of nothingness*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-9177831514247761739?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/9177831514247761739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=9177831514247761739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/9177831514247761739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/9177831514247761739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-bb-is-my-life.html' title='because BB is my life'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1256261733391519397</id><published>2008-12-30T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:25:04.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm 16 (finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1256261733391519397?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1256261733391519397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1256261733391519397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1256261733391519397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1256261733391519397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-16-finally.html' title='i&apos;m 16 (finally)'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1435489437164547479</id><published>2008-12-28T19:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:04:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="font_12"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="font_12"&gt;20/12/2008 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERVICE INTERRUPTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                            &lt;p class="content"&gt;Dear Valued   Customers,&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;/p&gt;                                    &lt;p&gt;Telekom Malaysia Berhad (TM) wishes to announce that there is a disruption of its Internet services due to circuits fault on Southeast Asia - Middle East - Western Europe 4 (SMW4) submarine cable network between Palermo (Southern Italy) and Alexandria (Northern Egypt) linking Malaysia to Europe. Due to this, customers using Internet services may now experience slow browsing while accessing websites hosted in Europe. &lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;In addition, customers using other IP services such as Virtual Private Network (VPN) and other critical business applications linked to Europe may also experience some service degradation.&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;To alleviate the problem, some of  the links have been rerouted to alternate routes to ease the congestion.&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;Restoration works on the affected cables are already in progress. However, in the restoration process, traffic to Northern America may experience minor degradation while traffic to other countries is not affected. TM expects the complete recovery of its services by December 31, 2008. TM will make further announcements on the progress of the restoration works.&lt;/p&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;TM wishes to assure its customers that it is undertaking all necessary measures to restore communications services for its customers as soon as possible. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that explains the 2kb/s downloads&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING 2KB/S !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;31st December??? I can't effing wait that long !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;*curls up in a corner and dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1435489437164547479?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1435489437164547479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1435489437164547479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1435489437164547479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1435489437164547479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/20122008-service-interruption-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-9106871485608831524</id><published>2008-12-24T17:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T18:14:33.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>Xuan was making me feel all guilty and such by making a Jiyong banner for me =P&lt;br /&gt;and since my photoshopping skills are crap&lt;br /&gt;i made a TOP gif =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/thecutecuddlyone/dps/topbanner.gif" width="400" height="164"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[it's looks better in actual size, i swear]&lt;br /&gt;and it's 1 min 40 secs long, so you might want to do some other stuff before waiting for it to load&lt;br /&gt;and i added a GDYB icon in as well (see if you can spot it =P)&lt;br /&gt;and in the end theres a "Queenie is Awesome"&lt;br /&gt;because I am =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-9106871485608831524?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/9106871485608831524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=9106871485608831524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/9106871485608831524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/9106871485608831524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c356/thecutecuddlyone/dps/th_topbanner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-361744638675034927</id><published>2008-12-23T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:32:32.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed my banner!!!&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;but it's still BB, because I cant really think of anyone else besides BB right now&lt;br /&gt;*did I mention how single life is bliss*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seungri will begin his solo activities with ‘Strong Baby’ from the&lt;br /&gt;group’s second album,” adding that “through his solo activities, fans will be&lt;br /&gt;able to see a more &lt;strong&gt;provocative&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mature&lt;/strong&gt; Seungri that they’ve seen before, and&lt;br /&gt;not just Big Bang’s maknae.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lord&lt;br /&gt;DEFINE 'mature'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update...mmmm....later&lt;br /&gt;because mummy's keyboard is annoying&lt;br /&gt;how do people live with f-ing hard keyboards anyway????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers = FREAKING AWESOMENESSS&lt;br /&gt;why the hell did I wait until this long to watch it?&lt;br /&gt;*oh, right, because I hated the animated version*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-361744638675034927?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/361744638675034927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=361744638675034927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/361744638675034927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/361744638675034927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-changed-my-banner-muahahahahahaha-but.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2648422145310522575</id><published>2008-12-15T22:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:05:10.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shit</title><content type='html'>went for Madagascar 2, and, yes, it was so totally awesome (but the 1st one was so much better) and i absolutely ADORE baby Alex (SO adorable dancing around with the butterfly and such)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till episode 10 of Coffee Prince (I'M GETTING THERE, PEOPLE !!!!)&lt;br /&gt;but it's SO fake how Eun Chan can pose as a guy, i mean, unless Han Kyul and the other guys working in the coffee shop are totally gender-blind dumbasses, then, yeah, I can get that&lt;br /&gt;seriously though, when you hug her wouldn't her boobs, like, stick out or something??? (and how many countless times did Han Kyul hug Eun Chan in the series??) and, dude, what guy gets SO upset over little things like "Oh, Han Kyul asked me to stay at least 2 meters away from him at all times" and goes into his little corner and FREAKING CRIES !!!! GUYS DON'T CRY !!!! (at least they aren't supposed to cry that much anyways) and apart from the pants and sportsbra and tomboyish attitude, Eun Chan still pretty much looks like a girl to me (a pretty screwed up girl, but a girl nonetheless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ll-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-urbanite0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 486px;" src="http://ll-images.veoh.com/image.out?imageId=user-urbanite0317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;COME ON !!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, it isnt nearly as bad as the jap Hana Kimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Han Kyul has got to be the single most confused character I've ever seen in all the transgender drama's I've ever watched. Fine, first he falls for the girl whom he thinks is a guy, then when he finally knows the truth he goes completely AWOL about how she 'lied' to him and all that (fine, i havent actually gotten to that part yet, but I assume that's what happens, no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is, like, the first official drama to make me cry (fine, not 'cry' more like 'tear up because the acting in the crying scenes is so utterly pathetic that you have no choice but to get in the crying mood along with it') nope, no drama's have made me cry to a point that my eyes get all puffy the next morning. so bring me your saddest drama, i DARE you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was practically laughing during the time where Eun Chan went to Han Sung and cried like shit because she felt rejected by Han Kyul blablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I finally watched Big Bang on &lt;u&gt;ACTUAL&lt;/u&gt; TV !!!! (and, yes, they are a gazillion times more amazing on TV than the computer screen) it was SO INCREDIBLY AMAZING, can't even describe it. was practically screaming when BB went on stage (totally worth sitting through 1 hour of korean music that i dont even understand and frankly i didnt think was that good either, no offense =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omigoshhh !!! and i just found out that DBSK and TVXQ are pretty much the same thing !!! (i know, you're gonna ask 'where the hell have you been all this time??') newsflash, I DONT LISTEN TO KOREAN MUSIC PEOPLE heck, Big Bang is probably the first ever Korean group i've heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Guys who wear pink are confident of their sexuality" which literally means guys who wear pink are pretty sure that they aren't gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;gee, never heard of that one before. should I send my ex a pink shirt for Xmas and dare him to wear it to 'prove' his sexuality?? so let me get this straight, if a gay guy who genuinely loves pink wears a pink shirt, that means he's sure that he's confident of his sexuality? hmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, I am not implying that my ex is gay =.= yeesh, tough crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Obsessed With :&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang (who else???)&lt;br /&gt;Coffee Prince (cause, damn, i need to find out what happens to Han Sung !!!! poor Han Sung, he's like the Taeyang in my fanfic =D)&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang - Crazy Dog (catchy, catchy, catchy !!!! damn Big Bang and their incredibly catchy songs)&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang Making Of Number 1 (more accurately, the part where Taeyang slaps the girl's butt and the director goes "Yongbae, when you hit it, dont hold back" *kekekekekeke^^*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and subbing videos is a major pain in the ass (no kidding)&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to sub the MBC Come To Play for my convenience, i stopped at around 3 minutes or so&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i have the patience/mental capacity to handle being a timer, better give that up&lt;br /&gt;to all timers/typesetters/translators everywhere, i salute you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omigoshhhh, i finished Desperate Housewives (up till season 4) last night. my gawdddd, it was so totally awesome !!!!! (still dont get why the hell Susan agreed to name her kid 'Maynard' though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lynette : Hmm, lets see, which says kick-my-ass less? 'May' or 'Nerd' ?&lt;/blockquote&gt;and in case you're wondering, I've given up trying to follow multiple series at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of the year, i followed ~&lt;br /&gt;Heroes, One Tree Hill, Prison Break, Ugly Betty, Gossip Girl, South Park and Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, that list has been reduced to Gossip Girl and One Tree Hill (because South Park ended, Heroes because too confusing, Prison Break became boring and i wanted to stop watching because the series was ending and Michael Scofield had that brain cancer thing, oh, and Saturday Night Live became a major pain in the ass. and Ugly Betty just...lost me.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face it, Big Bang kills off all my obsessions&lt;br /&gt;my one true fandom still belongs to Jiyong though&lt;br /&gt;Taeyang comes in close second&lt;br /&gt;and Seungri is really growing on me =P (you kind of overlook that whole over-self-confidence thing after awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZtxmPW5_I/AAAAAAAAA2M/OHFgFWJRaxE/s1600-h/sr1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZtxmPW5_I/AAAAAAAAA2M/OHFgFWJRaxE/s400/sr1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280028311984465906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well, I'll be honest, this pic really attracted me towards Seungri (so much so that it *almost* made me give up my fandom towards Jiyong, but then again, my love towards Jiyong is indestructable, muahahaha, Jiyong is MINE i tell you !!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, gosh, i had no idea he could be this smexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's LEGAL now !!!! muahahahaha *now i can start having naughty naughty thoughts of Seungri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Belated Bday seungri darlin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZuSUHS-CI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lvTnCQYcHzY/s1600-h/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZuSUHS-CI/AAAAAAAAA2U/lvTnCQYcHzY/s400/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280028874054498338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, and this is for Xuan (wherever you areeeee~)&lt;br /&gt;don't know if you have it already, but then again, wouldn't hurt to post it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZuko2fkEI/AAAAAAAAA2c/kHH-_TnYLxs/s1600-h/vg7f3q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZuko2fkEI/AAAAAAAAA2c/kHH-_TnYLxs/s400/vg7f3q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280029188858810434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and here's one of his (totally gorgeous) eyes, but i hated the photoshoot because his hair was so completely screwed up =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha, TOP said in an interview that he dated someone who was 5 years older than him while he was in high school =D (and it lasted one freaking year !!!! and he didn't tell his gf his real age because he thought that she would leave him =( but the girl suspected anyways because TOP only called her two times during the day -- lunch time and after school ; and the girl accepted him after he confessed his real age *awwwww how sweet*)&lt;br /&gt;and TOP doesn't like people touching him =D&lt;br /&gt;and TOP had his first kiss in first year&lt;br /&gt;GD had his first kiss in second year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MC : So you don't like people touching you&lt;br /&gt;TOP : *nods*&lt;br /&gt;MC : So when was your first kiss with your gf? How long after you started dating?&lt;br /&gt;TOP : not long&lt;/blockquote&gt;xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Xuan ar, who said TOP hasn't kissed before?? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I'm done for the night =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZwEV7VClI/AAAAAAAAA2k/YNQbAgCfdDg/s1600-h/sr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZwEV7VClI/AAAAAAAAA2k/YNQbAgCfdDg/s400/sr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280030833046260306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again, I had no idea Seungri was capable of being hot (well, not THIS hot anyways)&lt;br /&gt;it's all that Making Of Great Concert's fault&lt;br /&gt;the part where Seungri passed out -- i nearly died&lt;br /&gt;was, like, "SEUNGRI !!!! OMG SEUNGRI !!!! WTF HAPPENEDD !!!! SAVE HIM OMGGG!!!!! FSDOFJEOLWEISDMKJDFISJ. NOOO SEUNGRRII !!! DON'T DIE !!! YG SAVE HIM !!!!! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG" AND i teared up !!! see Seungri !!! you made me tear up for you !!!!! *fine, maybe the 'dont die' part was a little....but what else am I supposed to think????? you have Seungri passed out, so much that someone had to CARRY him to the tent thing, then he was totally unconscious and they had to use a freaking STRETCHER for christ sakes, and he's wrapped in a blanket, DID I MENTION HE WAS FREAKING UNCONSCIOUS !!!!???&lt;br /&gt;poor maknae =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZwtX-18sI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vuLu9vCvt8g/s1600-h/POPL2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZwtX-18sI/AAAAAAAAA2s/vuLu9vCvt8g/s400/POPL2991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280031537972507330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love you more, baby &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2648422145310522575?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2648422145310522575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2648422145310522575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2648422145310522575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2648422145310522575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-shit.html' title='oh shit'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SUZtxmPW5_I/AAAAAAAAA2M/OHFgFWJRaxE/s72-c/sr1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-6320483000901083895</id><published>2008-12-11T22:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:28:45.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did i mention?</title><content type='html'>Taeyang's abs are driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEmmrv50uI/AAAAAAAAA1s/cqlOL2cVUeQ/s1600-h/129427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEmmrv50uI/AAAAAAAAA1s/cqlOL2cVUeQ/s400/129427.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278542684275462882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makes you want to strip the jacket off him, doesn't it? gosh, why doesn't YG just let Taeyang show off his gorgeous arms on stage???&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae ar......why are you so freaking hot?&lt;br /&gt;i think i have finally succumbed to the Taeyang effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will not think about taeyang's perfect abs i will not think about taeyang's perfect abs i will not think about taeyang's perfect abs i will not think about taeyang's perfect abs i will not think about taeyang's perfect abs i will not think about taeyang's perfect abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEnvSFLZSI/AAAAAAAAA10/_fTFjKDhq3I/s1600-h/Untitled-1-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEnvSFLZSI/AAAAAAAAA10/_fTFjKDhq3I/s400/Untitled-1-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278543931515823394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;notice how all the poor boys have eyebags???&lt;br /&gt;and omggg, i LOVE jiyong's hat the mostttt&lt;br /&gt;SO adorableeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEuvdMbBiI/AAAAAAAAA2E/06zF5-Ac1LU/s1600-h/gdybhugmkmf8wd7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEuvdMbBiI/AAAAAAAAA2E/06zF5-Ac1LU/s400/gdybhugmkmf8wd7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278551631080392226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh, dont deny it&lt;br /&gt;GDYB is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEo2yC4XiI/AAAAAAAAA18/T_-IKwz-Ekg/s1600-h/1222712733_26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEo2yC4XiI/AAAAAAAAA18/T_-IKwz-Ekg/s400/1222712733_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278545159866834466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and my jiyonggg&lt;br /&gt;as adorable as always &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if you're wondering about my 'fanfic', it's currently put on hold&lt;br /&gt;as for my yaoi-fic, it's currently a work-in-progress (still in the exploratory phase where i figure out how to write smut)&lt;br /&gt;and i do apologize for constantly making you grind your teeth with my whole only-blogging-about-BB thing&lt;br /&gt;please understand that BB boys are highy addictive and right now are all i think about 24/7&lt;br /&gt;heck, i'm pretty sure that my mp3 is getting pretty damn sick of me only playing songs from the 'Big Bang' playlist&lt;br /&gt;bear with me, people, it's only up till the end of the year then this BB fandom will be gone &lt;b&gt;for good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kinda gives you something to look forward to doesn't it? the end of Queenie's fandom over overly gorgeous foreign guys, yeah like that'll ever happen]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift - Love Story&lt;br /&gt;it's practically the only English song i'm listening to nowadays&lt;br /&gt;neways, it's a decent song&lt;br /&gt;better than the country music &lt;s&gt;crap&lt;/s&gt; she was putting on in her last album anyways&lt;br /&gt;who could ever forget the infamous Teardrops on my Guitar&lt;br /&gt;god, i hate myself so much right now for even letting myself get absorbed in the emo-country-guitar music fandom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm starting to watch Coffee Prince&lt;br /&gt;only up till ep 3 (because mysoju is being a b----)&lt;br /&gt;mehh...it's....decent&lt;br /&gt;definitely better than some of the other drama's i've watched in the past&lt;br /&gt;a rating? hmm.....&lt;br /&gt;7 out of 10?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6320483000901083895?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6320483000901083895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6320483000901083895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6320483000901083895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6320483000901083895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-i-mention.html' title='did i mention?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SUEmmrv50uI/AAAAAAAAA1s/cqlOL2cVUeQ/s72-c/129427.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2881024453243665328</id><published>2008-12-09T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:53:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off, torn up about it</title><content type='html'>it hurt....it seriously hurt...when he told me he no longer cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, before i get on with the emo/heartbreak/potential meltdown post, lets just start with something cheery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor seungri, no on commented on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong Baby&lt;/span&gt; yet  =(&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, seungri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strong Baby&lt;/span&gt; is practically on repeat mode everytime i turn on my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep watching BB's Coffee Prince parody&lt;br /&gt;because it's SO fucking amazing&lt;br /&gt;imagine poor jiyong, he's a guy acting as a girl acting as a guy&lt;br /&gt;if that doesnt set some trauma in him, i dont know what does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been pretty much spending my days rotating between Desperate Housewives and Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;god, i love Katherine, she's such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;and to think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dana Delany&lt;/span&gt; almost got the part of Bree Van De Kamp&lt;br /&gt;but i totally love her bitchy &lt;s&gt;self-absorbed&lt;/s&gt; manipulative character though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;great...now on to the emo blogpost *wheeee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you have no idea how much it hurts, do you? fine, i get the fact that you were a jealous, insecure self-absorbed &lt;s&gt;boyfriend&lt;/s&gt; and you hated how much more attention i was paying to BB as to the attention i was giving you. but understand this, i dont believe in love. heck, i dont even believe in relationships because frankly i'm just like that, a non-believer. So judge me if you may, for everything that i'm not. I cant pretend to be absorbed in you-and-only-you. Theres a reason i prefer googling/watching videos of BB rather than spend time with you (or anyone for that matter). I am a born-fangirl. I love watching hot guys and i love devoting my entire life making up fictional stories about them which i know would never come true. i am a fangirl. so what? why can't you just accept the fact that possibly something else might interest me more than you. Why can't you see the tremendous amount of joy i get from oogling amazingly hot celebs? Why can't you get the fact that i'd rather spend time rewatching countless videos of BB on the comp than msn-ing you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to decide&lt;br /&gt;if you're worth it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2881024453243665328?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2881024453243665328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2881024453243665328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2881024453243665328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2881024453243665328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/pissed-off-torn-up-about-it.html' title='pissed off, torn up about it'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2073486920921902557</id><published>2008-12-09T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:06:24.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;br /&gt;널 향해 외치는 맘&lt;br /&gt;사랑이란 두 글자로는 너무 부족한&lt;br /&gt;Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;br /&gt;나 아닌 네가 내 안에 살아 숨 쉬고 있어&lt;br /&gt;(너 만이 이런 날 가질 수 있어)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    My heart cries out for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Love is two letters too short&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You are living and breathing inside of me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    (only you can have me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;네 숨을 맡을 때, 너를 안을 때&lt;br /&gt;그 속에 영원함을 느껴&lt;br /&gt;너는 나의 마지막이란 걸&lt;br /&gt;죽는 날까지 You’re my girl&lt;br /&gt;내게 후회란 건 없어&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m crazy in love 네 미소가 날 다시 살게 해&lt;br /&gt;그 무엇도 두려워 마 널 위한 내 기도가&lt;br /&gt;하늘에 닿을 테니까&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    When I taste your breath, When I hold you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I feel inside that it's forever&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You are my last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Until that day I die, you're my girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    There's nothing I regret&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I know I’m crazy in love, your smile makes me live again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Don't fear anything, my prayers for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    will reach the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;br /&gt;널 향해 외치는 맘&lt;br /&gt;‘사랑’이란 두 글자로는 너무 부족한&lt;br /&gt;Let me say Uh Oh&lt;br /&gt;나 아닌 네가 내 안에 살아 숨쉬고 있어&lt;br /&gt;(너 만이 이런 날 가질 수 있어)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    My heart cries out for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Love is two letters too short&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You are living and breathing inside of me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    (only you can have me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;가끔은 세상이 우리 둘 사이를 갈라 놓으려 해도&lt;br /&gt;나는 절대 흔들리지 않아&lt;br /&gt;쉽게 포기하지 않아, 내 두 손을 놓지는 마&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you’re my lady&lt;br /&gt;이 벅찬 가슴이 날 지금 살게 해&lt;br /&gt;그 무엇도 겁내지마, 간절한 내 기도가&lt;br /&gt;우릴 지켜줄 테니까  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Even if sometimes the world conceals the connection between us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I will never falter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I won't give up easily, don't let go of my two hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Cuz you’re my lady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Now this unbearable chest lives*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Don't be afraid of anything, my sincere prayers&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    will protect us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rap)&lt;br /&gt;널 잡을 때면 느껴지는 온 몸 속 그 전율이&lt;br /&gt;쓰디쓴 내 아픔들을 새 하얗게 날려 버리지&lt;br /&gt;네 운명에 입맞춘 난 Soldier, Baby I got you&lt;br /&gt;우린 세상과의 다툼에 맞서 함께 Ride thru&lt;br /&gt;똑 같은 만남에 지쳤지만 넌 달라&lt;br /&gt;아직도 못다해준 사랑이 내겐 더 많아&lt;br /&gt;너는 Sky, 나는 땅 나는 태양, 너는 달&lt;br /&gt;You and I we so fly&lt;br /&gt;그댄 Bonnie, 나는 Clyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    When I hold you, I'm feeling shivers come inside my body&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    My bitter aches are pure white birds flying away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I'm the soldier in your destiny, baby I got you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    We ride thru the world's disputes confronting it together&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    Exactly the same meetings exhaust me but you're different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    There's a lot more love i haven't given to you still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You are the sky, I'm the ground, I'm the sun, You're the moon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You and I we so fly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You're bonnie, I'm clyde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;그토록 원해왔던 매일 밤 꿈꿔왔던&lt;br /&gt;그런 사랑이 너야&lt;br /&gt;이젠 영원히 멈출 순 없어 Baby&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I've been dreaming so much about this wish every night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You are the kind of love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    I can't stop baby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;    You can count on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;br /&gt;널 향해 외치는 맘&lt;br /&gt;‘사랑’이란 두 글자로는 너무 부족한&lt;br /&gt;Let me say Uh Oh&lt;br /&gt;나 아닌 네가 내 안에 살아 숨쉬고 있어&lt;br /&gt;(너 만이 이런 날 가질 수 있어)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart cries out for you&lt;br /&gt;Love is two letters too short&lt;br /&gt;Let me say Uh-Oh&lt;br /&gt;You are living and breathing inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(only you can have me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/ST5oE4L2faI/AAAAAAAAA1c/oCoRaZIKaSs/s1600-h/vlcsnap-4352348.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/ST5oE4L2faI/AAAAAAAAA1c/oCoRaZIKaSs/s400/vlcsnap-4352348.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277770246335659426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god i love his abs&lt;br /&gt;this pic just doesnt do his perfectly abbed [is that even a word?] body justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/ST5qnTwOYsI/AAAAAAAAA1k/W5O5fyY6O1A/s1600-h/d003194248358b2e547b2ge7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/ST5qnTwOYsI/AAAAAAAAA1k/W5O5fyY6O1A/s400/d003194248358b2e547b2ge7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277773036874785474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;will post soon =P&lt;br /&gt;i hope&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2073486920921902557?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2073486920921902557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2073486920921902557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2073486920921902557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2073486920921902557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-me-say-uh-oh-let-me-say-uh-oh-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/ST5oE4L2faI/AAAAAAAAA1c/oCoRaZIKaSs/s72-c/vlcsnap-4352348.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-267502986659885488</id><published>2008-12-03T22:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:55:22.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with u</title><content type='html'>WARNING : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IMAGE HEAVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaaPb-aXlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZLcy76E39LI/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10807265.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaaPb-aXlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZLcy76E39LI/s400/vlcsnap-10807265.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573603509362258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaZ7QKlQwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/yVwtNOYCMVE/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10807007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaZ7QKlQwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/yVwtNOYCMVE/s400/vlcsnap-10807007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573256741798658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaZv255YbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0bZui_szKRg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10807098.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaZv255YbI/AAAAAAAAA0U/0bZui_szKRg/s400/vlcsnap-10807098.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573060982366642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaYWCgHxgI/AAAAAAAAA0M/2u9uZ28Zec0/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10801746.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaYWCgHxgI/AAAAAAAAA0M/2u9uZ28Zec0/s400/vlcsnap-10801746.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275571517907256834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaYEOyZK3I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Ju0cORTNYKY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10801558.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaYEOyZK3I/AAAAAAAAA0E/Ju0cORTNYKY/s400/vlcsnap-10801558.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275571211967474546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaaeTeaMpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/0MeNGD_kU5g/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10807695.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STaaeTeaMpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/0MeNGD_kU5g/s400/vlcsnap-10807695.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275573858925687442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I the only one totally smitten by how totally hot this looks???&lt;br /&gt;BB's turning me into a naughty, naughty fangirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STabURiOllI/AAAAAAAAA00/EY0-3EfYgeg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10812690.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STabURiOllI/AAAAAAAAA00/EY0-3EfYgeg/s400/vlcsnap-10812690.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275574786117768786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont worry, baby, i haven't forgotten about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STabrSB-fYI/AAAAAAAAA08/6hLnNv0EBi4/s1600-h/vlcsnap-10813500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STabrSB-fYI/AAAAAAAAA08/6hLnNv0EBi4/s400/vlcsnap-10813500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275575181387922818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 reasons why Aimee Lucas makes me a jealous, jealous fangirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STacwbgHO_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/T9gIIpMfa5I/s1600-h/TaeYang+First+Concert+-+Sinners+Performance.avi_000098300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STacwbgHO_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/T9gIIpMfa5I/s400/TaeYang+First+Concert+-+Sinners+Performance.avi_000098300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275576369341217778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STac2mHvTHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/0a24Wv1CbhU/s1600-h/TaeYang+First+Concert+-+Sinners+Performance.avi_000130466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STac2mHvTHI/AAAAAAAAA1U/0a24Wv1CbhU/s400/TaeYang+First+Concert+-+Sinners+Performance.avi_000130466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275576475270990962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's okay, cause i still love my baby&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my hottie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mood to post today&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang has kidnapped me and held me ransom&lt;br /&gt;to everyong : do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-267502986659885488?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/267502986659885488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=267502986659885488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/267502986659885488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/267502986659885488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/with-u.html' title='with u'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/STaaPb-aXlI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ZLcy76E39LI/s72-c/vlcsnap-10807265.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-4703178705345088218</id><published>2008-12-02T22:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:32:02.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE &lt;3 CARLS JR</title><content type='html'>*the following is a promo ad for Carls Jr (unauthorized)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is Carls Jr, might you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Why, it is only the biggest, baddest(and we do mean literally baddest), boldest fast food restaurant in town&lt;br /&gt;100% Beef Patties, Bacon Strips, Onions, Lettuce, Cheese, Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;all your favourite classics wrapped up in a sesame seed bun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STVFAOifTiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ukA3d2PgjCM/s1600-h/CJR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STVFAOifTiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ukA3d2PgjCM/s400/CJR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275198408739474978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A heart attack in every bite&lt;br /&gt;Top it off with a side of &lt;s&gt;cancer&lt;/s&gt; french fries and &lt;s&gt;diabetic&lt;/s&gt; soft drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STVGXla6E4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/EvW-bQYfJQg/s1600-h/CJR+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STVGXla6E4I/AAAAAAAAAz8/EvW-bQYfJQg/s400/CJR+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275199909530309506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McDonalds? pftt, forget it&lt;br /&gt;get double the size for double the price @ Carls Jr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, serious note&lt;br /&gt;Carls Jr is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I totally mean it, absolutely no sarcasm there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer : pictures copyright of respective companies, i do not own any of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(just for copyrights sake, wouldn't want to get sued now, would we)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4703178705345088218?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4703178705345088218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4703178705345088218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4703178705345088218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4703178705345088218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-3-carls-jr.html' title='WE &lt;3 CARLS JR'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/STVFAOifTiI/AAAAAAAAAz0/ukA3d2PgjCM/s72-c/CJR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-8527952702220091304</id><published>2008-12-01T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:42:02.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update?</title><content type='html'>*because the blogosphere needs to be saved with some actual blogging*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i hate stereotypes. and what's worse than stereotypes? MEGA-stereotypes who have no talent in blogging whatsoever but still insist on opening up a blog in the first place just because everyone else has one. it's like those days, you know, where everyone owned a Tamagotchi so you wanted a Tamagotchi as well? (I am proud to say that i was never in the 'Tamagotchi' phase, at least not during the time where every other person walked around with a Tamagotchi) So where am I getting with this? Gosh, don't you just hate opening up blog sites and finding out that these people write about the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SAME DAMN THING&lt;/span&gt; over and over again? for god sakes, you don't need to documentate your entire life online. Gosh, if you want to keep a personal record of your daily life for some references or whatever so that you can show your grandkid's what you did when you were young, get a god damn diary, it's a much better keepsake, trust me. it's not like they're gonna ask "Hey, Grandma, did you own a blog??" Geez, by the time we have grandkids blogs would be ancient, so they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WOULDN'T&lt;/span&gt; want to read it anyway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO STOP DOCUMENTATING YOUR ENTIRE LIVES ON THE INTERNET &lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!! no one is fucking interested on what you do on a daily basis!!! (unless it's some creepy stalker guy masturbating in front of the comp as he reads all your blog posts, which is just...erm...creepy) and by the way, no one is interested in what you had for breakfast/lunch/dinner. "Hmm, lets see, i had toast with butter for breakfast, spaghetti for lunch and i went to this pizza place for dinner where i had pepporoni pizza with extra cheese topping. man, it was SO delicious. my tummy is totally satisfied over this meal fit for a kind" &lt;--- Seriously, how irritating is that?.  oh, and if it isn't enough, people have to post about the same god damn thing over and over and OVER again. Geez, it's exactly the same as just going to someone's blog, copying whatever they have on their blog and pasting it on your own blog (CETAK ROMPAK LA !!!!) and i wish people would just stop god-damn tagging. i mean, what the hell is a tag anyway? some stupid bunch of questions that totally waste someone's time doing it. heck, if you really knew that person in the first place why the hell would you ask him/her to do a tag? okay la, there are SOME tags worth doing, *eg: the urbandictionary tag* but, seriously, if i get another tag asking me for my name/age/likes/dislikes i am seriously going to scream. and, gosh, it isn't enough that one has to suffer enough doing the tags in the first place. for some reason, they feel that other people have to be tortured into doing that tag, so they 'tag' people. fine, i don't mind if it's an 'interesting' tag, and i don't mind if you're tagging me just to annoy the fucking hell out of me, but seriously, BOUNDARIES people. if it's a 'Get To Know Me' tag, please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO NOT TAG OTHER PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; because it's seriously fucking annoying and only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lifeless-virgin r-tards who spend their entire lives in front of their computers googling 'fun things to do when you're bored', writing blog entries about 'Why Sometimes Being Lonely Can Be Super Fun', and downloading porn off cheap websites and masturbating in front of the comp because, hey, they're not gonna get lain anyway, and GO AROUND TAGGING PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt; would do those sort of tags. And, yes, sometimes people DO go about blogging about nothing else but their beloved(s), yes, even I am guilty of that pleasure. But do people have to overdo it so much to a point that all that's in their blogs are "OMG, he is SO TOTALLY CUTE" or "SHRIEKS he is SO adorable!!!" yes, i get it, you made your point, he's a totally mind-blowing-hottie and you want to be cremated so that you can spread your ashes all over his body (not implying anything here though) and PLEASE, stop using colour in your blog posts. You might think you're being 'fun and hypy' with it, but it does nothing but annoy other freaking people. Lets have a demonstration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg.1 : Plain colour, normal font size&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you annoyed yet?&lt;br /&gt;Are you annoyed yet?&lt;br /&gt;Are you annoyed yet?&lt;br /&gt;Are you annoyed yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eg. 2 : Totally annoying text&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; annoyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;annoyed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;See how less annoying the text is when it's not in COLOURFUL UNREADABLE COLOURS???? And another thing i can't stand about blogs. What is it with people these days with the whole 'post-a-picture-and-write-a-quote-beside-it-repeatedly' trend? Obviously this is a trend that has to be stopped RIGHT NOW. Because the fact it, #1 unless those pictures are YOURS you obviously have no self-respect whatsoever because no self-respecting person would post artwork NOT DONE BY THEMSELVES, #2 you're just basically showing people that you are too much of an empty headed no-life virgin who spends her entire time in front of the computer deviantart-ing and is too dumb to even think of something readable to write in her blog. Here's the #1 rule of blogging (well, maybe it's not the #1 rule, but I'm pretty sure it's in top 10) IF YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT THEN DON'T OWN A FUCKING BLOG IN THE FIRST PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phew, that was a mouthful.&lt;br /&gt;hateful comments will be deleted =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smiley face, smiley face, emoticon, emoticon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should totally blog like this more often.&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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p/s Happy Birthday Xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and Happy Belated Birthday (you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-8527952702220091304?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/8527952702220091304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=8527952702220091304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8527952702220091304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8527952702220091304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='update?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6757566858651491219</id><published>2008-11-29T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:43:34.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i blogging?</title><content type='html'>i'm supposed to be doing Eng Lit homework right now&lt;br /&gt;but, meh, cant be bothered&lt;br /&gt;did you know that '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holes&lt;/span&gt;' was a movie???&lt;br /&gt;but they changed so much of the storyline T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, BigBang is distracting me too much&lt;br /&gt;keep rewatching all of their MV's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4. Write character sketches on 1 character&lt;br /&gt;5. Write briefly on the themes of the novel&lt;/blockquote&gt;Big Bang has been invading my life for the past 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;they get to do so for the next 4 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFPHxGjMwI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8Vhm-WoNdBs/s1600-h/vlcsnap-7340559.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFPHxGjMwI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8Vhm-WoNdBs/s400/vlcsnap-7340559.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274083633486050050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFPtNvsnQI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VVet5BduxAM/s1600-h/Big+Bang+-+The+REAL+Concert+%5BSOS%5D.avi_000056990.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFPtNvsnQI/AAAAAAAAAzU/VVet5BduxAM/s400/Big+Bang+-+The+REAL+Concert+%5BSOS%5D.avi_000056990.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084276829986050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFP1hJO1LI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oCYrM7K6H4o/s1600-h/Big+Bang+-+The+REAL+Concert+%5BSOS%5D.avi_000152318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFP1hJO1LI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oCYrM7K6H4o/s400/Big+Bang+-+The+REAL+Concert+%5BSOS%5D.avi_000152318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084419476313266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether this is cute or just plain scary&lt;br /&gt;TOP in a schoolgirl uniform?&lt;br /&gt;nahh, don't see it happening&lt;br /&gt;SO freaked out by this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFQWMKFj5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/p-539YAn_6c/s1600-h/Big+Bang+-+Special+Video+-+Baskin+Robbins+CF+Outtakes.avi_000104437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFQWMKFj5I/AAAAAAAAAzk/p-539YAn_6c/s400/Big+Bang+-+Special+Video+-+Baskin+Robbins+CF+Outtakes.avi_000104437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274084980778438546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Dunham is AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;he's the only one that can come up with polio + scoliosis = poliosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Poliosis? What the hell is that? "Oh, my spine's twisted and i can't stand up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p/s : google 'polio', 'scoliosis' and 'poliosis' if you don't get it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;J :He was dressed all in fur, in his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished and covered with soot.&lt;br /&gt;P :That, drinking and driving, in a furry gaaaaay outfit, covered in soot, he's smoking and YOU let him into your house because he said he had something for your kids&lt;/blockquote&gt;just in case you didn't get it, they were talking about Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Everyone at home will leave him a plate of cookies, he's gotta be diabetic don't you think? Gotta leave him a plate of insulin, how bout that? He'll like the other story, Part 2 : Santa's on dialysis and he's missing a leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFUmYh4BvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/c341nAjrCGY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-7354857.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/STFUmYh4BvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/c341nAjrCGY/s400/vlcsnap-7354857.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274089657023858418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;3 Achmed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6757566858651491219?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6757566858651491219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6757566858651491219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6757566858651491219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6757566858651491219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-am-i-blogging.html' title='why am i blogging?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/STFPHxGjMwI/AAAAAAAAAzM/8Vhm-WoNdBs/s72-c/vlcsnap-7340559.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2464208305528322407</id><published>2008-11-28T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:44:01.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets go out and buy Baskin Robbins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SS-hCCxnr1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/BDgEzRHpm4s/s1600-h/vlcsnap-6238785.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SS-hCCxnr1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/BDgEzRHpm4s/s400/vlcsnap-6238785.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610745150943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SS-gyqc2kCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/6n9kZhdC83g/s1600-h/vlcsnap-6234934.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SS-gyqc2kCI/AAAAAAAAAy8/6n9kZhdC83g/s400/vlcsnap-6234934.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610480923349026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiyong = too cute for words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2464208305528322407?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2464208305528322407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2464208305528322407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2464208305528322407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2464208305528322407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-go-out-and-buy-baskin-robbins.html' title='lets go out and buy Baskin Robbins'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SS-hCCxnr1I/AAAAAAAAAzE/BDgEzRHpm4s/s72-c/vlcsnap-6238785.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-7615994567403580978</id><published>2008-11-25T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:00:15.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic XI</title><content type='html'>i just realized something&lt;br /&gt;remember in an interview with Taeyang he said that 'my first love will be the one that i marry'&lt;br /&gt;so if i actually take that into account will it mean that Taeyang and Megan will get married in the end?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, of all the complications =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 11 – I’m Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan often talked in her sleep, though she did not like to admit it. And normally it wouldn’t matter, because by the time she fell asleep, the significant other in the bed would’ve fallen asleep long before her, and she always managed to wake up earlier than the other, giving her ample time to get out while she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Jiyong, however, it was a different story. After he woke up, only to find her on his shoulder, he did not continue sleeping. He just sat there, watching her sleep the entire time. It may sound a tad bit stalker-ish but, I assure you, he was only amazed at how angelic she looked when she slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait…don’t,” Megan mumbled in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong, obviously startled, glanced a look at Megan, only to find her still fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jungmin….let me go,” Megan mumbled again, her voice now clearer, harsher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong just sat there, unsure of what to do in a situation like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GO AWAY!!!” Megan practically screamed. She started moving her arms rapidly, as if to push someone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very confused Jiyong now took hold of both her wrists, holding them in place as Megan struggled to free his grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“LET GO OF ME!!!” she continued to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan!!” Jiyong shouted, desperate to awaken Megan from her nightmare, “It’s me!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Megan continued on. She struggled to release Jiyong’s grip on her, and her cries just got louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MEGAN!!” Jiyong tried again, and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan’s eyelids popped open, suddenly aware of the situation. She could see Jiyong’s face right in front of her, his anxious face, but most of all, those worried eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jiyong…..” she whispered, clearly unaware of what had just taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay….” Jiyong said as he loosened his grip on her wrists, “I’m here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan just blinked at him, trying to register those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m here,” Jiyong repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, Megan’s eyes swelled up, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong wrapped his arms around her, and Megan rested her head against his shoulder, allowing herself to cry her eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m here,” Jiyong repeated over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that was all Megan needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m so sorry about last night,” Megan said as she handed a cup of coffee to Jiyong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” Jiyong said, slowly sipping the coffee. He felt colder than usual, mainly because his right sleeve was drenched with Megan’s tears and he had to take it out to dry and he was only wearing his undershirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong did not say a word about what Megan had mentioned whilst she was sleep talking. He figured it would be the last thing she would want to think about right now after last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We should probably make a move,” said Jiyong, “Before YG totally kills us for being late.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah….” Megan said, whilst nodding, now leaning against the kitchen counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Something wrong?” asked Jiyong as he sensed the lack of spark in her tone. He then walked towards her, his arms now outstretched towards the counter at both her sides, almost trapping her. He bent forward, his face within centimeters of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan’s guilty eyes looked up towards him. “It’s just….” she hesitated for awhile, “I sort of lied to you yesterday.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I kind of figured, with all the stuff at your doorstep,” he looked down at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just, wasn’t exactly in the best condition, so I figured I’d shop it off,” Megan shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look,” he answered, almost worriedly, “I don’t care if you’re addicted to shopping or whatever, I just…” he took a moment to find his words, “Don’t like people lying to me, you know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan nodded, and bent her head downwards to stare at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey….” Jiyong said in a comforting tone, as he lifted her chin upwards, “Don’t be like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stared at each other for a long while, losing themselves in each other’s gaze. They unconsciously moved their heads towards each other…closer and closer by the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, both cell phones rang, and the ‘moment’, if that’s what you would call it, was ruined. They tore away from each others gaze, and answered their respective phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah….” Jiyong said over the phone, “I’ll be there in a moment.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was followed by a similar ‘I’ll be there in a moment’ by Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The both of them earned glares from the other four (plus YG) as they entered the studio. It wasn’t THAT bad, Megan thought to herself, they were only half an hour late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ms Clark,” said YG, “I am not paying you to be late. I expect you to show up on time for practice,” at this moment, he moved his gaze towards Jiyong, “BOTH of you. Yes?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and Jiyong nodded.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I ask you something?” said Megan as she flitted her way to Yongbae. As far as they were both concerned, everything that happened in the past few days was forgotten, because that was just how their friendship worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Erm, okay…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am I a good kisser?” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Erm…” Yongbae answered, clearly confused, “I don’t really think I’m in the position to answer that question. As you recall, the last time I kissed you I was drunk.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine,” she answered back, “Is Jiyong a good kisser?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Again…” Yongbae answered, now scratching his head, “I really don’t think you should be asking me. Besides, how would I know?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re right….” she said, and to Yongbae, that almost sounded like surrender. Megan NEVER surrendered that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Something happen between you two?” Yongbae asked questionably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We….” Megan paused, almost as if she was finding the right words to say it, “almost kissed…this morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”What is this, elementary school?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But..it felt weird, you know,” she said hesitantly, “Like usually, I would just go for it, but this time it just felt……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Cheesy? Aloof?” he tried helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Real…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly startled by the answer, Yongbae took awhile before answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well….” Seunghyun answered, obviously eavesdropping on the conversation, “That’s love for you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love?” both Megan and Yongbae asked, clearly dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;well, i wouldnt really know if T.O.P was much of a 'love guru'&lt;br /&gt;but then again, i thought he would fit the spot better than Daesung/Seungri&lt;br /&gt;and clearly i am slowly starting to lose my mind here&lt;br /&gt;gahh !!! i want Megan and Yongbae to be together already !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*patience, patience*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7615994567403580978?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7615994567403580978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7615994567403580978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7615994567403580978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7615994567403580978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-xi.html' title='Fanfic XI'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7343842365407192931</id><published>2008-11-25T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:55:50.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic X</title><content type='html'>i thought i'd focus this chapter towards Michael and Megan's past&lt;br /&gt;well, mainly because i was in the mood for some drabble and...well this was the outcome =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 10 – Wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael was pretty much the entire package. Smart, good-looking, rich. In fact, he was sculpted like a freaking sex god. But a romantic, he was not. Well, at least that was what he told himself anyway. He was the kind of guy who would choose money over the woman of his dreams (if his dreams even had a woman, that is). No, he was not gay, that he was sure of. He just didn’t find any interest in anything else besides ways to make more money. You see, throughout his life, his parents had always told him one thing. “Money is power.” The words still lingered in his memory, and kept replaying itself time and time again. Maybe that was what partially contributed to him never having gone on a date before. Oh, the women were plenty, by the way. In fact, they were practically throwing themselves at him. Those poor unfortunate souls. Someone should’ve told them that Michael was clearly not interested. There were only two women that Michael cared for more than anything in his life. His mother and, of course, his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan, on the other hand, was raised rather differently from Michael. Because their parents weren’t around as much as they were with Michael, Megan learnt most of her principles from her tutor. Ms. Cyprus, she was lovely (apart from the fact that she was an ex-convict accused of squandering money). But since she was a long-time friend of the Mr and Mrs. of the house, they didn’t suspect anything much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, Megan always did what she wanted. Whenever she didn’t feel like going to school, the driver would bring her to the mall where she spent the entire day instead. Whenever one of her teachers apprehended her for not completing (any) of her work, that very teacher would be removed from work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Megan was definitely smart (of course she was, her brother was tutoring her most of the time since her actual tutor Ms. Cyprus usually passed out halfway through her lessons). She aced all of her exams in high school without even trying. Plus, she had gotten accepted into Yale (her brother was the one who applied for her of course) but turned it down since she had no interest whatsoever in furthering her education, and felt that someone else would be more deserving of her spot at Yale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Megan was never considered a ‘dropout’, mostly because the teachers at her high school knew better than to scrutinize her. And her parents were very influential people, whenever they wanted to be of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After rejecting her Yale acceptance, she pursued in a rather challenging career (which didn’t particularly matter, since she was good at everything she did), modeling. Since young, she used to drool over how pretty and elegant the models in fashion magazines look. She practically subscribed to every fashion magazine she saw, whether it be Vogue, Seventeen, etc. So she modeled, and it was a huge success. But after two years or so, she gave up. Not because of the stress or fatigue, but rather she had accomplished what she had initially wanted, and she wanted to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan then spent her following year writing. Before she knew it, she was composing music in her brother’s record label’s studio (which wasn’t all that hard considering she was a grade 10 pianist) Michael quickly took notice of this fact, and immediately signed her on as a singer/songwriter. But he had to make one promise before he did that. He would have to comply with Megan’s demands. That meant, no commercials, no interviews, no cheesy photo shoots, nada. If Megan was going to pursue singing, she had better get her way.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, so you’re saying that you have never been interviewed before?” asked Seunghyun curiously during mid-lunch, or, considering it was close to midnight, supper. But since they hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, she called it lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nope, never,” Megan replied, as she took a bite out of her oversized burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you never performed in front of a live audience before?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nada.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And your brother?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He doesn’t mind,” she replied, “And he has no right to, since I earned him, like, millions from the sales of my album.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Seunghyun thought to himself. It sounded like a pretty darn good deal to him. But then again, living the life of a musician without performing would get pretty boring, or so he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, we should head back,” Megan said after finishing up her ginormous burger, “Before they send out a search party for us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…” he said, and they both took a cab back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was pleasantly surprised when she reached the door of her apartment. And not because the door was practically blocked by boxes and boxes of what she could only identify as her purchases for the day, but there was a figure sitting, or in this case sleeping, on the ground, his back leaning against the door. His hood was up, but Megan had no problems identifying this figure. Megan wanted to wake him up, but was too entranced by his angelic demeanor to do so. Did he always look so perfect whenever he was sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to sit beside the snoozing angel, and rested her head on his shoulder, arms now crossed around his waist. In seconds, fatigue overcame her and she was dozing off into dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong woke up in the middle of the night, and wondered why his left shoulder felt significantly heavier than his right. Then, he noticed the other figure lying beside him. Slowly, he shifted his arm and wrapped it around the figure, being cautious not to awaken her. She looked beautiful. Jiyong was captivated by it all. The way her head fell against his shoulder. The way she managed to stay so gorgeous, even in her sleep. The way her arms found their way around his waist. He could stay this way forever. Slowly, using his free arm, he grabbed one of her hands, and entwined it with his own. Nope, he was definitely not going to get any more sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;GAHH !!!!&lt;br /&gt;i hate Megan =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7343842365407192931?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7343842365407192931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7343842365407192931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7343842365407192931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7343842365407192931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-x.html' title='Fanfic X'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1895359133204669345</id><published>2008-11-24T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:31:01.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>obsessed freak</title><content type='html'>i hope you're not getting tired of the crazy-GD-obsessed-fangirl-freak that i've become lately (because that's all you're gonna hear for a long time to come)&lt;br /&gt;well, at least until the end of holidays that is&lt;blockquote&gt;MC : Then when did G-Dragon start dating?&lt;br /&gt;GD : I have always been doing it with my fans&lt;/blockquote&gt;*shrieks*&lt;br /&gt;MARRY ME, JIYONG !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep watching YSMM over and over again (because Jiyong is in it =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self : download the HQ version of BB's Number 1&lt;br /&gt;(because i just realised mine is only 60MB)&lt;br /&gt;well, you really wouldnt know, because the quality is super awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;current space on hard disk used for BB -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20GB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg...........................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favourite video of them all -- BB's Number 1 MV&lt;br /&gt;because it is SO EFFING catchy !!!!&lt;br /&gt;besides, Number 1 was, like, the first song i heard from BB&lt;br /&gt;it was, like, the key to unlocking my inner fangirl =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently suffering from major writer's block&lt;br /&gt;due to that, the fanfic will be temporarily put on hold&lt;br /&gt;(until i eventually get my inspiration back)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1895359133204669345?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1895359133204669345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1895359133204669345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1895359133204669345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1895359133204669345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/obsessed-freak.html' title='obsessed freak'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3960076040025521225</id><published>2008-11-23T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:24:24.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic VIV</title><content type='html'>whew, chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;TOP and Megan go shopping =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 9 – Senseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan did not get a wink of sleep that night. The ghost from her past, namely Jungmin, lingered in her memory, refusing to go away. Every time Megan closed her eyes; there he was, his demented eyes staring at her, following her every move. She couldn’t take it. She desperately tried to get her mind off him; reading, cooking, ironing, none of it was helping. Even once she was done sorting out her oversized wardrobe, she could still see his face, and it gave her no comfort knowing that he was still somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grabbed her mobile phone and dialed the first number that came to her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan?” the voice at the other end of the line spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan could not bring herself to talk. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan? Is everything all right?” the worried voice spoke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Michael…..” Megan finally spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s wrong?” said the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Everything,” she choked out, tears not filling up her eyes, flowing down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you? I’ll send someone to get you,” said the voice again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, don’t,” Megan said in between sobs, “I just..really need someone to talk to. Do you have time?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan then proceeded to explain everything that happened. From the incident a year ago right up till the events that occurred that very day. Michael listened to every word on the other line, non-judgingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well….I can’t really help you there,” he said when Megan had finished; “I’m not exactly an expert on relationship problems.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay,” Megan said, her eyes now swollen from the crying, “I just needed someone to listen.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want me to book a flight for you? Back to the States? It’s about time you came back,” Michael said on the other line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s fine,” said Megan, her eyes now dry. The last thing she would want to do was to leave abruptly like the last time without any explanations. She couldn’t do that to Yongbae again, no matter how much he hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay then…” Michael said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always felt comforted after talking to Michael. He was her brother after all. He was her go-to guy whenever she was feeling down or having problems.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 8 am in the morning. Likewise, Megan had been up the whole night. She was afraid that if she fell asleep, Jungmin would appear in her sleep. At least now she could ‘control’ Jungmin’s presence in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone rang, and Megan, in desperate need of human interaction, did not hesitate to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” said a voice at the other end, which Megan recognized as Jiyong’s, “Did I wake you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, it’s fine,” she answered, her mood automatically revived once she heard his voice, “I got up awhile ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, I was wondering….” Jiyong’s voice trailed off, “Whether we could meet for breakfast or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, Megan caught her reflection on the refrigerator door. She noticed the dark circles formed at her lower eyelid, as a result of zero-sleep the night before. She thanked god that today was a Sunday, and she didn’t have to go to work with eye bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Err….,” said Megan, now reconsidering Jiyong’s offer, “I’m actually pretty swamped today, have to settle some things with my agency etc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry…” Megan said, her tone full of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s okay…” said Jiyong, “Some other time then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt awful that she had just lied to Jiyong. But she didn’t want Jiyong to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then grabbed her purse, and headed for the door.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Megan’s apartment, Jiyong was dumbfounded. He had hoped for a nice breakfast with Megan, to straighten some things out in regard to the events that took place the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong signaled for a cab, and went back to his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan knocked relentlessly on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Coming,” said a rather irritated voice on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened, and there stood Seunghyun on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well….this is a surprise….” he said, rubbing his eyes, obviously awakened by the relentless banging of the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s go shopping,” said Megan, obviously aloof to Seunghyun’s current condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wha?” said a clearly startled Seunghyun, “Don’t you have, like, a boyfriend or something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, Seunghyun would do anything to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I sort of lied to him about something, so going shopping with him is out of the way,” Megan explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seunghyun raised an eyebrow, clueless over the entire situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pleasee????” Megan said, in a pleading tone. Her lower lip now stuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seunghyun stared at the now pouting Megan, and finally gave in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“10 minutes,” he said, and let Megan in.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seunghyun had obviously no idea what he had gotten himself into. For one, Megan was a crazy compulsive shopping addict. And two, Megan had brought him to a boulevard, where all the high end brands were located. Seunghyun was clearly dumbstruck when he saw Megan shop. Whenever she entered a shop, she became a blur, and clothes would mysteriously disappear off the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were at a Louis Vuitton store when Seunghyun managed a glance at Megan’s purchases. As far as he could tell, she had gotten close to 3 pairs of shoes. The cashier rung up the purchases, and the bill came up to a total staggering 2 million won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think you are officially insane,” Seunghyun stated as Megan paid for her shoes using a credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not question a girl’s form of therapy,” Megan stated, “Besides, you haven’t even seen me shop for jewelry yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This may sound mean,” said Seunghyun half-jokingly, “But I pity your future husband.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan could only laugh at his statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Megan signed the delivery form, they proceeded to the next store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seunghyun watched helplessly as Megan paraded around the Elie Tahari boutique. He couldn’t help but wonder how Megan could afford doing this on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are your parents, like, major billionaires or something?” he asked when they continued their walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not exactly, they’re rich and all that, but my brother is the one who brings in the big bucks.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Your brother?” Seunghyun asked questionably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, he’s the president of some fancy record label,” she explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, so he pays for all of your purchases?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess,” she trailed off, “It’s his bank account, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re using..your brother’s bank account.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, he noticed that everytime I shop my bank account gets completely emptied, meaning I wont be able to shop anymore. So he created a joint account so that once my account gets emptied, money is automatically transferred into my account.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you have a very good-willed brother, that’s all I can say.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was true, Megan’s brother was the best one  could possibly find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, it WAS Michael who had pushed Megan into choreographing for Big Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which wasn’t all that bad, now that she thought about it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3960076040025521225?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3960076040025521225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3960076040025521225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3960076040025521225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3960076040025521225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-viv.html' title='Fanfic VIV'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-5482073955691161464</id><published>2008-11-22T22:18:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:08:35.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fangirl-ism</title><content type='html'>or as some people would call it, GDism&lt;br /&gt;gahh !!! GD killed another raccoon !!!!&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IMAGE HEAVY&lt;/span&gt; ; you have been warned]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgVaEORUwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/c9-yxASrMfA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1289554.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgVaEORUwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/c9-yxASrMfA/s400/vlcsnap-1289554.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271486901391545090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but then again, it looks so FREAKING ADORABLE on him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgV1VVeqfI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XCChuL2-Yxk/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1291747.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgV1VVeqfI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XCChuL2-Yxk/s400/vlcsnap-1291747.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271487369841650162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GD !!!! you complete my life !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgWMAO7jiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Qo5ru3-udTk/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1293428.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgWMAO7jiI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Qo5ru3-udTk/s400/vlcsnap-1293428.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271487759314030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy, i dont want to go to college&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be GD's personal stalker =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, OMG, their Coffee Prince parody = GOLD&lt;br /&gt;finally get to see some (fake) Top/GD action =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgWd1XohMI/AAAAAAAAAwk/W_DJEoVc1jo/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1293895.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgWd1XohMI/AAAAAAAAAwk/W_DJEoVc1jo/s400/vlcsnap-1293895.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271488065635386562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JINGXUAN !!!! if you havent seen this, go download it NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgWr98uv1I/AAAAAAAAAws/a4F-dpjIi5c/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1295117.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgWr98uv1I/AAAAAAAAAws/a4F-dpjIi5c/s400/vlcsnap-1295117.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271488308456636242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;okay, fine, i'm a cacated vlc snapshot catcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgXEOq5nwI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0JhE7Zs2RKo/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1295386.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgXEOq5nwI/AAAAAAAAAw0/0JhE7Zs2RKo/s400/vlcsnap-1295386.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271488725262114562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*shrieks* !!!&lt;br /&gt;my babyyy !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;he's SO adorable, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgYHvFblzI/AAAAAAAAAxE/NT0jWDs6b0c/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1296102.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgYHvFblzI/AAAAAAAAAxE/NT0jWDs6b0c/s400/vlcsnap-1296102.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271489885014562610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgYIOnTGeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/TZ6h4uFnw6M/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1299594.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgYIOnTGeI/AAAAAAAAAxU/TZ6h4uFnw6M/s400/vlcsnap-1299594.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271489893478111714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgZeaoikVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zXV4A-E30qo/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1300821.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgZeaoikVI/AAAAAAAAAxc/zXV4A-E30qo/s400/vlcsnap-1300821.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271491374173294930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgZ4aRUNSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_GQ5Y_0ziEg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1301068.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgZ4aRUNSI/AAAAAAAAAxk/_GQ5Y_0ziEg/s400/vlcsnap-1301068.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271491820752483618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;JIYONGIEEE !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgaV8ITd6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/wF3gZUAgLiw/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1302482.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgaV8ITd6I/AAAAAAAAAxs/wF3gZUAgLiw/s400/vlcsnap-1302482.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271492328057698210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;can you FEEL the G-TOP loveeee?&lt;br /&gt;xDDD, one of the many reasons for me to continue living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgarUK3_XI/AAAAAAAAAx0/l9vzUtyUZ50/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1302773.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgarUK3_XI/AAAAAAAAAx0/l9vzUtyUZ50/s400/vlcsnap-1302773.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271492695288184178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgbYKQQsgI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nwVGhotkP8E/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1303557.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgbYKQQsgI/AAAAAAAAAx8/nwVGhotkP8E/s400/vlcsnap-1303557.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271493465720533506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgcNkdYIiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/P1GNHf98e58/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1304230.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgcNkdYIiI/AAAAAAAAAyE/P1GNHf98e58/s400/vlcsnap-1304230.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494383287935522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JINGXUANN !!!!&lt;br /&gt;GET BACK FROM JAPAN ALREADY SO THAT YOU CAN WATCH THIS AND EXPLAIN SEUNGRI'S PART TO ME !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgcjuKUa8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/RXIR7arr_98/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1304301.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgcjuKUa8I/AAAAAAAAAyM/RXIR7arr_98/s400/vlcsnap-1304301.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271494763849477058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgfhtIfuDI/AAAAAAAAAys/MpdIgH9twS0/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1304670.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgfhtIfuDI/AAAAAAAAAys/MpdIgH9twS0/s400/vlcsnap-1304670.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271498027748538418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FAKEEE !!!!&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;dsjfpeowrkasdik at G-TOP action !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgeYxQ8vRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UBn8xRcey3Q/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1306217.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgeYxQ8vRI/AAAAAAAAAyc/UBn8xRcey3Q/s400/vlcsnap-1306217.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271496774727286034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;singing 'LIES' right after the part when (TOP) finds out (GD) is a girl =P&lt;br /&gt;ironic? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSge4fDHbeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B2iiWgtXr-U/s1600-h/vlcsnap-1309836.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSge4fDHbeI/AAAAAAAAAyk/B2iiWgtXr-U/s400/vlcsnap-1309836.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271497319593242082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gahh !!! is it TOO MUCH to ask for some ACTUAL boy x boy action with these two??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel inspired to write a G-TOP yaoi story&lt;br /&gt;but god knows i can't write yaoi for nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;certified G-TOP whore&lt;br /&gt;(and GD stalker)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5482073955691161464?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5482073955691161464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5482073955691161464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5482073955691161464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5482073955691161464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fangirl-ism.html' title='Fangirl-ism'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SSgVaEORUwI/AAAAAAAAAwM/c9-yxASrMfA/s72-c/vlcsnap-1289554.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-6197170075367171023</id><published>2008-11-21T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:26:47.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fanfic VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 8 – Hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;It was the summer of 07’ and, frankly, Megan was the first to be in the mood for summer love. Sure, she had a few kickoffs with a few guys in the past, but those relationships were far from serious as far as she was concerned. She was ready for an actual relationship, with an actual guy with actual boyfriend potential, not another one night stand as a result of overdrinking the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she met Jungmin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they dated. Sure, they had a couple of flings but then any couple would have their share of fights amongst each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to Megan, they were a perfectly normal healthy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they were.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mmmph, what do you want?” said a groggy Jiyong as he opened the door only to find none other that Yongbae at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Geez,” continues Jiyong, “If you were Megan, I wouldn’t have minded so much.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah….” Yongbae replied, “Speaking of, she wouldn’t have happened to call you, did she?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No…..not that I’ve heard anyways,” Jiyong answered, “You know, some people ACTUALLY like to enjoy their sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah….sorry about this..but we need to talk,” said Yongbae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong gave him a questioning look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, if it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t have come here in the middle of the night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You live right across the street; I don’t think that was much of an effort on your part.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can we just..get to the talking part…please,” Yongbae said, with a sense of urgency in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong hesitated for awhile, then said, “Fine,” and let Yongbae in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What is SO important that you couldn’t wait until the next morning to tell me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae took a seat on the couch. Jiyong followed.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s…about Megan,” Yongbae started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, I figured.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, we had a little….argument…over dinner, and it was regarding you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that’s what I figured. But I guess you showing up at my house at 1 in the morning totally gives it off right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just…need to know something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae paused. He was suddenly reconsidering the idea of paying this visit to Jiyong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you….in love with Megan?” Yongbae said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very much so, why?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How much in love are you with her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Erm…a whole lot, I guess. Where is all this coming from?” Jiyong asked hesitantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look…Megan used to date this….guy. And he was everything to her. In fact, he pretty much controlled her whole life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But Megan would never let anyone do that to her,” Jiyong interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, just hear the whole story first okay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong nodded, and proceeded to listen attentively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He would always bring her stuff, and always gave her anything she wanted. And I guess at that point, that was what she would’ve called ‘true love’. Anyways, she immediately fell head over heels for him. And as time passed, I don’t think she noticed, but, he began to be the one more in control of the relationship, if you know what I mean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait, so Megan just surrendered to this…guy?” Jiyong interrupted again, “That…doesn’t sound much like her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So Megan became more submissive,” Yongbae continued, ignoring Jiyong’s comment, “She became the one buying gifts for him. She became the one who would drop everything whenever he called, because I think she truly believed that deep down inside he was a good person at heart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay…..” Jiyong spoke, “How long did this go on?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For about a month and a half. Then, I guess, she just got tired of catering to all his needs. She broke it off with him in the end.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that’s good, I guess, I still don’t see how…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It didn’t end there,” Yongbae interrupted, “He would call her at least twenty times a day, and when she never picked up, he started showing up at dance practices, demanding to be let in. He would stand at her doorstep all night long, to the point where she was even afraid of going out of the house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He finally reached her, of course,” Yongbae continued, “and practically got on his knees and begged her to take him back. And she didn’t refuse. They started going out again, only it was on her terms this time. But over time, he started becoming more and more possessive. He would practically make her wear the couple ring that he’d gotten her, although she didn’t want to. In the end, she came to me for help. She wanted to break things off with him, but she didn’t know how.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So….” Jiyong asked curiously, “What did you do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Beat the guy up, roughen him up a little, told him to never set foot within a 10 mile radius near her again,” he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that was a nice story and all,” replied Jiyong, “But what does this have to do with me exactly? You know I would never do such a thing to Megan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just….” Yongbae started, “Megan swore from that day on that she would never go out with anyone ever again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And she did live up to it…for awhile, then..of course….that thing happened.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait….” asked Jiyong, “What is ‘that thing’ exactly?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh,” exclaimed Yongbae when he just remembered that Jiyong did not exactly know of his and Megan’s past, “It’s..nothing really.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This earned a rather questioning look from Jiyong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, back to the point,” Yongbae said, desperate to end the silence, “If you’re going to ‘be’ with Megan, and you’re pretty much sure that she’s the one, then go for it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But,” he started again, “If you ever hurt her, I swear, no brotherly bond between us is going to stop me from hurting you as much as you hurt her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, I appreciate the effort,” said a rather calm Jiyong, “But the last thing in the world I would ever do is hurt Megan. So, you can be pretty sure that I won’t do a thing to hurt her in any way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good….” said Yongbae after a long moment of silence, “At least we’re on the same page here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, Yongbae proceeded for the door. His watch read 2 a.m. and he was worried sick over how he was going to get up for tomorrow’s early practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, just so you know,” said Jiyong, “I know about you and Megan. That you two were together in the past.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…..you do…” said a rather startled Yongbae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, the maknae sort of blurted it out to me the other day. And, look, I’m totally fine by it, how you used to date my girlfriend and all,” he continued, “But, if I ever catch you trying to take her away from me, well, then you’re in for hell.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good to know,” answered Yongbae, and he closed the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thought Yongbae, obviously he doesn’t know that all Megan and I ever had was a one night stand. Thank god for the maknae’s poor understanding skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yongbae made his way to his apartment, for a good night’s sleep.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's it for tonight&lt;br /&gt;i need a good night's sleep to rejuvenate all those imagining cells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6197170075367171023?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6197170075367171023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6197170075367171023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6197170075367171023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6197170075367171023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-vii_21.html' title='fanfic VII'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-917968855338891925</id><published>2008-11-21T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:27:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fanfic VII</title><content type='html'>........&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even going to bother....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 7 – Then again…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae couldn’t help but feel he made a horrible mistake. But then, it was too late to admit it now. Megan was happy, and, by the looks of it, so was Jiyong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with every laughter that Megan and Jiyong shared, with every touch, and the looks that they gave one another, Yongbae couldn’t help but think. Was this really what he and Megan looked liked a year ago to others? He noted that sense of familiarity whenever he was in the same room as Megan and Jiyong. And they weren’t flirting either, they were talking, just talking to one another. In fact, if you didn’t know them, you wouldn’t even suspect that they were going out in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was true, Yongbae had left the past behind him. He did his best to forget everything that had happened between Megan and him over the year. Heck, he even resorted to secret therapy sessions with Dr. Phyllis to forget about her. And he did. One day, he woke up to find that Megan was no longer the center of attention in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That all changed, of course, when Megan mysteriously reappeared right in front of his eyes. From that moment on, it had been like the way it had always been when he was around Megan. Always flirting, always joking around, but in the end it all seemed like a cruel joke to him, because he knew that she would never feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey…” he approached her when Jiyong was out of the way, “Lets go out tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Erm…okay…” answered a clearly startled Megan, “What’s the occasion?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know…it just feels,” he said with much hesitation, “like we haven’t talked a whole lot lately.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was true. Megan had spent most of her week with Jiyong (day and night). They would always show up for practice together, and always leave together. Whatever they did when they weren’t in the studio was pretty much a mystery to the rest of the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…sure,” she suddenly exclaimed, “I’ll just, erm, cancel my plans with Jiyong then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”Erm, wait, if it’s that much trouble,” he said hesitantly, “Then don’t bother. I don’t want to ruin your evening.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s fine, he’ll understand,” she said, a much-needed smile now appearing on her face, “Feels like I haven’t seen a whole lot of you lately either.”&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae took Megan out to dinner that night, and it seemed like old times again. Their half-flirting half-joking manner continued on and on, but Yongbae couldn’t help but notice the stares the both of them got from the people at the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good thing that camera’s weren’t allowed in the restaurant, and as soon as one of the waiters saw you so much as taking out your handphone, they would immediately rush to your side, as if to ‘monitor’ you. Besides, Yongbae thought to himself, YG would flip if he found out he was dating, or in this case, having dinner with a girl that everyone automatically thought he was dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that didn’t stop the people from the restaurant from talking of course. Every now and then a “Hey, isn’t that Yongbae from BB?” would interrupt their ongoing conversation. Honestly, Yongbae felt annoyed. Was it SUCH a headline that he was at a restaurant eating out with a friend? Everytime he heard someone giving off some comment about Megan, he felt like marching right up to them and telling them to shut up. But that would’ve ruined the entire mood of the evening now, wouldn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for Megan, she was used to being the ‘Jane Doe’ whom went out with all the A-listers, mainly because of the many dinner sessions she and her big-fancy-record-label-owner brother shared before she debuted. She learned eventually to block out any unnecessary conversations that she did not want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan spent the entire night talking about Jiyong. How she felt about him, how he greeted her in the mornings, how he would escort her back to her apartment after dinner etc.. She just wanted to talk about him, and nothing else, because he was all that mattered to her.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So,” Yongbae said, starting off one of their familiar conversations, “Do you love him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well….” she answered hesitantly, as if choosing her words, “He’s a nice guy…and is the perfect gentleman everytime we go out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That doesn’t answer the question,” he retorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whats with the 21 questions?” she answered back, obvious hints of annoyance in her tone, “It’s not like I’m running off with him to Vegas first thing in the morning or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a simple yes or no question.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you of all people should know that it’s not that easy to answer that question,” she quickly answered back, irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just…” he started off again, “don’t want you to be with some guy just to get back at me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since when did me dating Jiyong become about getting back at you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Since you’re dating a guy that you don’t know whether you love or not,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was crushed. She didn’t think that of all people, Yongbae would be the one to tell it straight to her face. It was as if he thought Jiyong was just another guy like the ones she used to pick up a year back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I just….” he tried to reason, “Don’t want it to end up like it did with you and Jungmin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was crushed. She couldn’t believe that Yongbae would bring up Jungmin right here, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jiyong is nothing like Jungmin,” she retorted, her eyes now wet with tears as the memories of Jungmin proceeded to fill her mind, “You of all people should know that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, then maybe I just don’t trust Jiyong like I should,” he said, “Maybe, I just don’t trust you like I should. Maybe, I think that either way you’re going to end up destroying the relationship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan was hurt by Yongbae’s words. And it hurt not because of the ‘mean’ things he was saying to her, but mainly because she knew that those words were true. Her eyes were now wet with tears, and before she knew it, tears were streaming down her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan….I..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before he could finish his sentence, Megan has already gotten up and made her way to the door. She couldn’t bear it any longer, and she might as well save Yongbae some credibility.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-917968855338891925?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/917968855338891925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=917968855338891925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/917968855338891925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/917968855338891925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-vii.html' title='fanfic VII'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3231197209394323099</id><published>2008-11-20T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:21:22.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*shrieks* faints -- omgomgomgomgomg</title><content type='html'>omgomgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.nate.com/picture/2008/11/19/167/2008111910461078204_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 540px;" src="http://newsimg.nate.com/picture/2008/11/19/167/2008111910461078204_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taeyang = SO hawt&lt;br /&gt;when the hell did those veins start appearing on his armss???&lt;br /&gt;he must've been working out, a LOT&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm officially switching fandoms from Jiyong to Taeyang&lt;br /&gt;(screamsshrieksgigglesfaintsanddies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont think i'll be posting anything today&lt;br /&gt;and the chapter arrangements for the previous 2 chapters are pretty screwed up (because i didnt realise i was writing THAT much)&lt;br /&gt;so the 2nd 4th chapter is chapter 5 and the 5th chapter is chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DCInside had a survey from 11th through 18th with “a male idol member who will succeed most as solo” as topic, and Taeyang received 2335 votes out of 10,084 (23.2%), thus he was placed as first.&lt;/blockquote&gt;and Jiyongie is sickk !!!! poor baby&lt;br /&gt;apparently he got an eye infection from sleeping too much&lt;br /&gt;wth is that?????&lt;br /&gt;let my poor baby sleep, he needs his rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just downloaded the sheet music for 'Lies' 'Haru Haru' and 'Last Farewell' and all i can say is DAMN YOU JIYONG DAMN YOU TO HELL !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why the fuck does he have to compose such impossibly difficult songs !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;'Lies' has one sharp&lt;br /&gt;'Last Farewell' has four sharps&lt;br /&gt;and 'Haru Haru' has six flats&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck mannn&lt;br /&gt;I WILL SUCCEED IN PLAYING THOSE SONGS OR DIE TRYING&lt;br /&gt;ahh, heck, i'll probably die trying anyway&lt;br /&gt;should really give this to my organ teacher, then she can play the upper treble clef part&lt;br /&gt;gahh !!!! i need an extra hand because this thing has effing three diff. lines to play !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SR was feeling red-eyed that YB &amp;amp; DAE got their solo shines, so YG gave him a solo, &amp;amp; the outcome was STRONG BABY. yea that’s right lol&lt;/blockquote&gt;irony ----&gt; Strong Baby was written by my baby, Jiyong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, poor Seungri&lt;br /&gt;he was the last member of BB to have a solo song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Message From YG as you all know, GD released his version of "look only at me, part 2″. MR. YG clears all your frustrations up &amp;amp; gives you this explanation: YG apparently knows all that goes on, as he is aware of the many complaints from VIPZ about the whole "copying YB's song" YG, Teddy, &amp;amp; Kush's reaction was basically a "...?????" wouldn't VIPZ be happy to have updates one news coming out? he clears up the fact that GD initially didn't want his version to be released, but YG insisted. THE TRUTH WAS... when Teddy &amp;amp; Kush originally composed the song, they thought the best BB member that would match the 'bad boy' lyrics would be GD. &amp;amp; he did, in fact, record this song about the same time as YB. BUT... since YB was working on his solo album at the time, &amp;amp; really liked the song after hearing it, arrangements were made to have the song be released with YB's mini-album. "you may think that the attention will shift towards GD instead of YB, but having this release would actually boost attention towards the original version. both parties gain attention, regardless, &amp;amp; GD gets the PM."&lt;/blockquote&gt;whatever, i like my baby's version better =P&lt;br /&gt;fine, that wasnt really true at first because i basically thought that my baby ripped the song of YB&lt;br /&gt;heyy !!! but GD wrote 'Look Only At Me' !!!! or at least that's what i saw..somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cfs11.blog.daum.net/original/14/blog/2008/11/19/14/30/4923a46509b31&amp;amp;filename=arena_12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 527px; height: 697px;" src="http://cfs11.blog.daum.net/original/14/blog/2008/11/19/14/30/4923a46509b31&amp;amp;filename=arena_12.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*shrieks*&lt;br /&gt;spot my baby =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;JIYONG was selected as one of the TOP 8 A-LISTERS WHO INFLUENCED 2008. he’s like the youngest of the bunch&lt;/blockquote&gt;muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;of COURSE my baby influenced 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;dumbfounded, have nothing else to say =P&lt;br /&gt;and omfg, those hair extensions are growing on me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/7038/d640f88e9e2c2aeb7763957qz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 960px;" src="http://img237.imageshack.us/img237/7038/d640f88e9e2c2aeb7763957qz0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*shrieks* !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jiyongie !!!!! I LOVE your top hat !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg&lt;br /&gt;*spasms uncontrollably and has a seizure*&lt;br /&gt;dfjwfoisdwoqoqwjfiewmplaosfjidskfls&lt;br /&gt;i am at a loss for words right now&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang kills brain cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Bang = my life&lt;br /&gt;and i told mum over how i'm totally fantasizing over these 5 amazingly hot korean guys who are in a band&lt;br /&gt;then i told her that i wanted to go to Korea because everything I want is in Korea&lt;br /&gt;then she told me to get kor to buy BB's album for me&lt;br /&gt;she ACTUALLY asked me to ask my brother to buy an album for me&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3231197209394323099?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3231197209394323099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3231197209394323099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3231197209394323099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3231197209394323099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/shrieks-faints-omgomgomgomgomg.html' title='*shrieks* faints -- omgomgomgomgomg'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-4769627604636800745</id><published>2008-11-20T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:07:58.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic V</title><content type='html'>God, this is sucking the life out of me&lt;br /&gt;Kill me, i want this to end, quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 – Allies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jiyong and I have been going out for quite a few times now, and, honestly, I think this is one of the relationships that can actually last. Jiyong is a great guy, I really like him…a lot, plus Yongbae is fully supportive of us being together (as are the other members of Big Bang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going out again tonight, maybe this will finally be it.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong and Megan sat across the table from each other, both placing one hand each on the table, within centimeters of each other. They were talking, as usual, but this time it seemed more…intimate, as you might call it. They no longer talked about trivial things, such as likes/dislikes, but more towards what they wanted to do in the future, how they saw themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, with much hesitation, Jiyong finally took her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan…..” he started off slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan could only wait patiently as Jiyong fought hard to put his words in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Will you…..go out with me? As in….on a permanent basis?” he asked slowly, now a trail of sweat visibly falling from his brow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment Megan was confused. True, she had prepared for this very moment all week long, and she had already prepared what she had wanted to say to him (which, of course, was basically a ‘Yes, yes, oh my god, yes !!!!’) but at that very moment, her cellphone (on the table btw) rang furiously, indicating a text message received. Then, Megan saw it, the picture of her and Yongbae, used as a wallpaper on the screen, and this very picture brought her back to the year before, to the night where Yongbae had confessed everything to her. And although both of them were slurring in their speeches, she managed to catch a part of what he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Megan…..” Yongbae slurred as he looked at her, “I love you….”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At that moment, they kissed. And it wasn’t one of those quick-chaste kisses, it was passionate, feeling, the signs of desperation being released all at once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as that very moment played through over and over again in Megan’s head, she began to reconsider. Was this what she really wanted? Was Jiyong really ‘the one’? If there was someone else, someone else she had this feeling for….was it….Yongbae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan?” Jiyong asked as he noticed the too-long period of silence between the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me,” Megan blurted out. She quickly stood and made her way for the door.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Megan banged repeatedly on the door, although unsure of what she would say once it was answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” she heard through the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the door opened, she was greeted by a groggy and partially confused Yongbae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan?” he asked groggily, obvious signs that he was in dreamland before he was ever so rudely interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Those three words,” she asked, “The very three words you said to me the night before I left.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about them?” a very confused Yongbae asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you mean them?” she asked, her voice now trailing quietly instead of demandingly as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He waited awhile before answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How could I have not?” he finally replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you still?” she asked, a single tear now forming in her left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae considered all the possibilities. Here was a girl whom he was totally and utterly smitten by, standing at his very doorstep, questioning him about the past. But then again, what would happen to Jiyong if he told her the truth? Would Jiyong feel betrayed? Would Jiyong blame Yongbae and perhaps never speak to him ever again? No…it was too much to risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No….” he replied slowly, “You asked me to forget about you……and I did what you told me to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…….” she then replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment of silence between the two, and neither could tell whether it was a good silence or a bad silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me…..” she broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Yongbae knew, he was back in his bed, laying on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, he was definitely not going to get any sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Megan made her way down the stairs from Yongbae’s apartment, she couldn’t help but wonder if the answer she had gotten really was the answer that she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she couldn’t help noticing the figure that stood leaning against the lamp post as she reached the ground floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jiyong….” was all she managed to voice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence…I hear it’s a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you…..” she continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I figured this would be the first place you’d be headed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, she no longer cared. Her feelings towards Yongbae were completely forgotten, as she ran towards Jiyong and leaped into his waiting arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’ then?” Jiyong stated, half-jokingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan answered, her voice muffled by Jiyong’s shoulder.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this almost killed me to write&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE JIYONG IS MINEEEE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;grrr, i think i hate Megan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4769627604636800745?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4769627604636800745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4769627604636800745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4769627604636800745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4769627604636800745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-v.html' title='Fanfic V'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-5416758721851899699</id><published>2008-11-20T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:03:45.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic IV</title><content type='html'>Chapter 4, Awesomeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;finally, Jiyong actually gets to play a part in all this madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 4 – Jiyong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, maybe it wasn’t fair of me to get mad at Yongbae like that (although he probably didn’t notice I was mad or anything, so…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even so, sure, I’m supposed to be glad that he’s found someone (although he claims he and her aren’t going out) but then again, what is this feeling inside me that I can’t seem to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t jealousy, definitely, because, don’t get me wrong, Megan’s pretty and all that but it’s not like we even actually had an entire conversation together. Plus, I’ve sworn of dating until…well, never. But why is it I can’t stop looking at her?&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner last night – BAD IDEA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did it worsen our already fragile friendship with each other, but I cant believe I was actually that close to revealing ‘it’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self : NEVER listen to YongBae ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop drinking, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So…practice was…awkward. We didn’t even say a word to each other the entire time, and (apart from the whole 1 year break thing) this is probably the longest we’ve ever gone not talking to each other. I guess dinner was a bad idea. And thinking that she was going to be all right after I admitted that I still had feelings for her (not that I actually got to that point) was totally bullshit. What was seriously weird was how she just walked out of the restaurant – just like that, as if it was something I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began talking to Jiyong today. Well, looks like Jiyong’s ready to get back in the game. The question is, why aren’t I doing anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I actually need to listen to what the damned psychiatrist said and ‘let her go’. Or maybe because I’m already used to the whole idea of watching her slip right through my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, Jiyong’s really trying hard. And from the looks of it, they’re going out for dinner….tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jiyong’s never had a good rep with dates. Man, he must really like her.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m SO sorry about this,” Jiyong apologized fervently. The restaurant totally screwed up his reservation and gave away his table to someone else , “I should’ve called and confirmed it earlier.”&lt;br /&gt;“It’s fine, really,” Megan said, and she did really mean it. How many dates had she had that ended up in a stuffy restaurant and overpriced food, really, “But we can still have fun tonight, I mean, how about we just walk around in the park?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really? You don’t mind that sort of thing?” Jiyong asked, clearly surprised by her statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, it definitely would be better than all the other typical dates I’ve had.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay then. Lets walk,” he said, as he took her arm and led the way.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was startled, clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in her life had she actually seen stars in the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was definitely one of the more memorable times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had brought her to the roof of a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there she was, laying on the ground, with Jiyong beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So,” he began to say, “Is this date getting any better yet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honestly,” she replied, “It’s one of the best I’ve been on so far.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiyong unconsciously moved his right arm closer to hers, and their hands brushed against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan could only stare up to the sky, a smile now forming on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stayed up until the morning, stargazing. When they got bored of that, they started talking, about, well, everything. From which school they went to, to dogs, to how many children they wanted (if they even wanted children that is). Megan just felt so comfortable talking to Jiyong, like she could practically tell him anything. She just had this feeling that she could trust him completely. Like he was the type of person you could blurt out your innermost feelings to and not feel insecure about it. He was no Yongbae, that was true, because no one could be a more trustworthy friend than Yongbae, but he was almost there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I should probably be getting you back,” Jiyong said all of a sudden, “We wouldn’t want the others to worry, would we?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, they headed back to the dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So…” Yongbae asked as soon as Megan stepped into the studio, “How was the date?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It was…..” she replied, “pleasant…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me everything, don’t spare any details,” he said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Megan loved so much about Yongbae. He knew exactly when to care about what she was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan spared no details. From the point where Jiyong brought her to the restaurant to this morning where they were laying on the rooftop of the building. She recalled every word they said to each other perfectly, as she had the entire event etched in her memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae pretended to listen attentively as she continued on and on. He was just waiting for the moment when she said the word that he was really interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And…that was it,” she ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really? That’s all?” he asked curiously. Surely their ‘date’ couldn’t have ended just like that. Not even a small peck on the forehead? (which he found completely appalling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah…..” she replied, “And what’s weird is that….I actually sort of enjoyed it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae took a moment to think. “Wait…” he asked, “Are you….falling for him?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan took awhile to respond to that question. “Yeah…” she finally said, “I think I am….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That struck Yongbae harder than it should have.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Megan might (possibly) like Jiyong. No big deal, right? I mean, something like this shouldn’t bother me, right? My best friend and my band-mate, I mean, this is great…really…really great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Jiyong must be feeling over the moon right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it….I cant seem to shake this feeling off….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I really…..like her more than I should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, quite frankly, was not a hard question to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;omggg, really need to stop torturing Yongbae so much !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;chapter 5 in next post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5416758721851899699?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5416758721851899699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5416758721851899699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5416758721851899699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5416758721851899699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-iv_20.html' title='Fanfic IV'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2583711994687378044</id><published>2008-11-19T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:16:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of a sucky girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*Warning : Personal post, you can skip this if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i said i wouldnt post anything personal in my blog, but i just really need somewhere to blurt out my feelings right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, is it MY fault that my boyfriend is a totally self-centered insecure asshole? (fine, maybe he's NOT that self-centered) but then again, is it MY fault that we coupled at the very moment that i dove headfirst into the whole BB fandomizing thing? and is it really my fault that i'd rather spend the entire day at home watching videos of BB instead of hanging out with you. have you really ACTUALLY thought of the possibility that i might not want to go out/i'm totally sick of going out and just want to sleep at HOME to make up for the, hmm, i dont know, 2 weeks of sleep that i possibly missed due to exam stress/lack of sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so really, who is to blame for this. is it my fault that we cannot bring ourselves to be completely and utterly honest with each other (heck, you've hidden things away from me as well, and you keep using that stupid excuse that you're 'protecting' me from something) well, here's a newsflash, i dont NEED to be protected. yes, i'm bitchy, self-centered, and bursting full of pride, but the one thing i'm not is insecure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what, if you cant take me being myself by fandomizing over overly gorgeous korean boys, then that's you're problem. i'm not going to change myself just for some insignificant GUY, whom by the way i'm not even sure if i like anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you can take that whole 'oh-my-girlfriend-totally-doesnt-pay-any-attention-to-me' attitude and stick it up your ass as far as it can go, because frankly i'm not willing to do anything about it. call me a sucky girlfriend, but heck, i'd figure thats what i've been all this while and it's worked out pretty fine for me, so why should I be the one to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, right, two more words for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE'RE OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go run and tell your 'guy friends' that&lt;/span&gt; your girlfriend is a total conniving bitch&lt;br /&gt;again, i DONT FUCKING CARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2583711994687378044?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2583711994687378044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2583711994687378044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2583711994687378044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2583711994687378044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/memoirs-of-sucky-girlfriend.html' title='memoirs of a sucky girlfriend'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7984628589396784676</id><published>2008-11-18T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:25:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quickie</title><content type='html'>changed blogskin (yay)&lt;br /&gt;because i realized that JiYong was missing from my banner that said 'my favourite things'&lt;br /&gt;so here's a banner dedicated entirely to him =D&lt;br /&gt;and if you're wondering if i'm ever going to change the layout for my blog, my answer -- not anytime soon&lt;br /&gt;i like this layout, it's clean-cut, theres enough room, and it's neat&lt;br /&gt;and i tweaked the profile part a little (since i also noticed that JiYong wasn't included in it)&lt;br /&gt;and you know i can't ignore my poor JiYong, since he's my life and all that&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5 will be up hopefully tonight, if i'm in the typing mood&lt;br /&gt;already started on the beginning bit =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7984628589396784676?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7984628589396784676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7984628589396784676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7984628589396784676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7984628589396784676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/quickie.html' title='quickie'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2139633223658731139</id><published>2008-11-17T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:50:19.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fanfic IV</title><content type='html'>*god this is killing me*&lt;br /&gt;i just realised that the video for GD's This Love is completely bogus&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who would reject Jiyong??? He's freaking Jiyong !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been writing like crazy, so here's the 4th chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 4 –Now&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine, maybe I WAS too tired after all that dancing. And maybe I shouldn’t have drunk so much. But, heck, it was Megan, and we were in a bar, so what else is there to drink in a bar, right? (fine, maybe I should’ve opted for gin instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I woke up (still dressed, thank god for that) in the middle of the dance studio, and guess who was right next to me? (or rather, right on top of me, well not particularly, but her head WAS on top of my stomach) and I have absolutely no idea how we ended up back in the studio, or even how we managed to walk all the way here from the bar, considering we were both pretty drunk as far as I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s weirder, I couldn’t bring myself to wake her. Well, she wouldn’t have woken up even if I tried, but….it just seemed…so right, having her here with me (corny, much?) so basically I just continued (pretending to sleep) That was, of course, until the other four amigos decided that we should start dance practice early and totally walked into the studio, only imagine their surprised faces when they caught us in that rather compromising situation, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, their snickers were enough to wake Megan up, and she punched me for not waking her up sooner (seeing as I was already awake by the time she was) So now, all these questions are running being tossed at me, and I have absolutely no reason to answer them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, their questioning is really starting to bug me, so I might as well comply.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you mind telling us why we caught you sleeping in the middle of the dance studio,” asked our dutiful leader,”with a girl, mind you?” he said, pointing to Megan who, by now, was in the other room trying to fix her hair, although I’ve already told her a million times that it looks fine. It doesn’t really bother me much that he was being all ‘leadery’ and questioning about it, but it would really help if he dropped the joking-tone of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then they all proceeded to laugh…again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Gosh, why do I even bother,” I said, trying to get them off my backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, come on,” said, once again, our dutiful leader ,”I’ve known you for half my life and this is the first time I’ve seen you with a girl….ever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that was true, because I’ve never really dated anyone before. Plus Jiyong wasn’t there when I was rehearsing with Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All I can say is,” started Seunghyun,”Way to go, man! She’s a hot catch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, we should probably get on to the practicing, since YG will probably be here to check up on us any minute now,” came Megan, my life saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the rehearsing began.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YG liked how the preparations were going. Heck, he even complimented Megan for getting the five of them to work together. But Megan remembered the one rule YG especially stressed on before she stepped onto that very studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No fooling around with the guys,” his voice was clear in her head, “I mean it. I’ve seen what being with Yongbae had done to him, he practically couldn’t think straight for a week. So please, if you DO get involved with one of the guys, don’t break their hearts all of a sudden and run back to the States.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan protested to this rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, she wasn’t particularly planning to hook up with any one of the guys anytime soon. And she wasn’t even ‘with’ Yongbae in the first place because technically it was just a one-night-stand….unless YG found out about that. And the only reason she went back to US was because she didn’t want Yongbae and her to get any further and thus ruin his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she made the promise anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Megan proceeded rehearsing with the guys, she began noticing some of the other guys other than Yongbae. Turns out, some of them were pretty hot. In fact, ALL of them were pretty good-looking. Man, keeping this promise WOULD be hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, she noticed Seunghyun, mostly because of his stiffness. She practically had to move him like a puppet in order to get him to do the dance steps correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was Jiyong, the so-called ‘leader’. Not much of a talker though, since he rarely interacted with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, there was Seungri – the maknae, as everyone would call him. Megan thought he had a rather charming quality to him, being the youngest and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason, whenever Megan glanced at Daesung, he always seemed to be smiling. At first she thought this was rather creepy, but she got used to it….eventually.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan got along well with the other members, but maybe because the other members were actually trying to get along with her as well, seeing as Megan could quite possibly be Yongbae’s future (and first ever) girlfriend. She didn’t really mind it all, actually, because she had already gotten used to the idea that people thought that she and Yongbae were a couple, seeing as how close they were.&lt;br /&gt;But don’t get any ideas, now, because Megan and Yongbae were strictly best friends, nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least that’s what Megan thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey….” Yongbae came up to her one day after practice was done and over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeap?” she replied, as normally as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you wanna, maybe, go out for dinner tonight?” he asked casually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when has Megan ever said ‘no’ to Yongbae?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great, i have to torture Taeyang more in the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;i pity Taeyang, because he's JUST the best friend =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2139633223658731139?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2139633223658731139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2139633223658731139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2139633223658731139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2139633223658731139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-iv.html' title='fanfic IV'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2977143165662946235</id><published>2008-11-17T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:18:36.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fanfic III</title><content type='html'>this chapter is a flashback =P&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait, before that --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSFIN6pWhQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ak6wwhCAlJI/s1600-h/vlcsnap-48348.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SSFIN6pWhQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ak6wwhCAlJI/s400/vlcsnap-48348.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269572442918388994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;makes you super jealous of Hyori, dont it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapter 3 – A Year Ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FLASHBACK]&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, this is totally normal….right? I mean, it’s totally normal for someone to sleep with their best friend, right???? And you were really drunk then so he probably doesn’t remember….much….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, straight to the point, I slept with Yongbae….but it doesn’t have to mean anything. I mean, I’m sure people go around sleeping with their best friend’s all the time…right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, damn damn damn damn, why the hell did I drink so much last night? Sure, it was an ‘open’ bar and everything was free, but it didn’t mean I had to drink practically half the bar!!! In fact, why did I even agree to go to that stupid party anyway??? Oh right, because Yongbae invited me and I can never resist his perfect pouty expression whenever he begs me to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit shit shit shit!!! Stop thinking about his perfect lips damnit!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I just say his ‘perfect lips’? Man, this hangover is definitely getting the best of me. Note to self, never drink, EVER again (I mean it this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get your ass out of his bed, damnit!!! In fact, get out of his apartment before he wakes up and totally realizes what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, I am SO going to hell for this.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sunrays peek through the window, Yongbae awakens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Man….” he says to himself,”I should NOT have drunk so much last night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he glances across the room, he couldn’t help but notice a certain feeling about it. No, it definitely wasn’t a ‘bad’ feeling, more of  a totally alien feeling, something he could not make out. Yeap, he definitely had too much to drink last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae struggled to get out of bed, as the aftereffects of alcohol overload started to kick in. He made his way to the kitchen, where he proceeded to make himself a nice, steaming cup of aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst flipping through the contents of yesterday’s newspaper, he couldn’t help but notice something flickering on the kitchen counter. Some spare change that he forgot to sort out, maybe? He walked towards the kitchen counter and picked up the foreign object, only to realize that is was not, in fact, pocket change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was far from pocket change. It looked more like an earring, diamond-studded, and it had this sort of familiarity to Yongbae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…my…..god…” he gasped, as the events of the night before began to unfold in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He made his way into the dance studio, unsure of what he was going to say once he saw ‘her’ because he had made a promise just a week before, and he practically had it etched in his memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“You have to promise me something,” Megan said, with a serious tone to her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Yes?” Yongbae asked curiously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“You can never fall in love with me,” said Megan with clarity,” EVER,” to emphasize her point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was hard for him to promise that, taking in the fact that he had already sort of fallen in love with her. But, he figured, if that was what she had wanted, and then he had no choice but to comply, no matter how ridiculous it seemed to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he looked around, he couldn’t help noticing the absence of a certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” he asked someone in the room,”Have you seen Megan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, didn’t you hear?” one of the dancers present replied,” She’s going back to the states, since your concert is done and over with.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh…..” was the only reply he managed to voice out. Well, maybe this was all for the better, he kept telling herself. Maybe with her gone, I can focus on my career, and won’t keep thinking about her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still hard for him to take in. Well, I guess having a best friend who just leaves without a word would be considerably hard to take in, but it wasn’t like he half-expected it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again….it wouldn’t be too late to stop her…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing he knew, he was in a cab, on the way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he kept replaying in his mind, over and over, what he would say to her. But then, playing the scene in your head and doing it face to face was completely different.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the cab came to a halt, Yongbae started running. Unsure what for, exactly. He highly doubted showing up at the airport really make Megan change her mind? Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try, would it? Either way, he could manage to convince her to stay, at least for another day or so and maybe gather up enough courage to tell her exactly how he felt about her. Then again, he could just be left at the airport, heartbroken and totally worthless. Still, he would regret it more if he didn’t at least try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he couldn’t make it past airport security. Not because he was carrying anything lethal in particular, but apparently the metal detectors were not in his favor. And since he had absolutely no patience whatsoever to deal with the guards, he made a run for it. “Heck, YG will settle the bail anyway,” he thought to himself as he ran aimlessly, leaving a trail of destruction in his path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he spotted her, just as she was about to board the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Megan!” he shouted out, obvious signs of desperation in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she didn’t look back, heck; it was as if she didn’t hear him or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“MEGAN!” he shouted again, but to no avail. It was too late, she had boarded the plane, and no way in hell were they about to let some airport-security-offender board the plane, were they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he just sank to his knees, a single tear rolling down his cheek, and let go of the object he was grasping tightly in his right hand ; her earring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, you pretty much know what happens next.yayy, managed 1000 words&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop writing depressing things that keep happening to Yongbae, i mean, even i'm starting to pity him.&lt;br /&gt;chapter 4 will be up....eventually...once i figure out what to write about first&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2977143165662946235?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2977143165662946235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2977143165662946235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2977143165662946235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2977143165662946235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-iii.html' title='fanfic III'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SSFIN6pWhQI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ak6wwhCAlJI/s72-c/vlcsnap-48348.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-6635207059125219984</id><published>2008-11-16T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:09:37.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fanfic II</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2 revolves around Taeyang, and then the general storyline of course&lt;br /&gt;more focused on the history between Taeyang and Megan, because history is what makes a relationship dazzle~&lt;br /&gt;fine, maybe that isnt true, but keep reading though, i dont intend on giving this up anytime soon, well, not until my beloved JiYong comes into the story though&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dong Yongbae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this could either turn out really well, or horribly disastrous (no exaggeration there) Well, what DOES one do when the love of his life (or else, used-to-be love of his life) shows up in a dance studio and, surprise surprise, you find out that you and her would be spending a whole lot more time together (one month and 10 days, exactly) Not to mention the fact that despite having this undying love for her (which possibly faded, like, 6 months ago) she wants to remain 'just friends' because she believes being together will only ruin this great friendship we share (or that could just be a nicer way of telling someone that she wasn't interested.....at all, not even a little bit, damn, I knew I shouldn't have started working out so young, well how was I supposed to know working out at an early age will demote growth rates????) but then again, I don't think bigger height difference would particularly change anything, especially the way she feels towards me. Well, what do you want me to do? I'm in love with a girl (or used to be in love) who doesn't want me, to put it bluntly. And now I have to spend 8 hours (or more) in the dance studio with her and four other guys who know nothing of my history with her. Perfect, just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop staring at her !! She'll think that you're still into her and quit straight away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again...maybe it's better that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Take a 5 minute break," said Megan. Frankly, she was exhausted, and these 5 guys can really run your legs. Moreover, she was much more interested in talking to Yongbae, finding out what she had missed all this time, and just catching up on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what are you doing here exactly?" said Yongbae as he joined Megan in the corner of the dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, do you want me to leave?" replied Megan apathetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yongbae shot her an I'm-being-serious-here-and-would-appreciate-if-you-were-too glare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, YG needed a choreographer, and I was forced to accept against my own will," answered Megan, as she proceeded to take a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You could have said no, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heck, I didnt even know that you would be here. I thought I was choreographing for some lowly boyband newcomer who didnt know shit about the industry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....thanks alot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know I didnt mean that," and she gave him the I'm-sorry-for-that-remark look, which, of course, Yongbae was always helpless against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ms. Clark, I don't think I pay you to just sit around in the corner doing nothing," announced YG as he stepped into the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apologies, YG, getting to it. Everyone on the dance floor!" shouted Megan, and everybody instantly jumped from their seats and practically ran to the middle of the dance studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey...." Yongbae whispered as they were taking their positions. Megan looked back. "Dinner tonight? To catch up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're not too tired by then," replied Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahhh, this is my desperate attempt at writing a love scene. I am SO much better at rantings, no?&lt;br /&gt;this is, like, half the length of the first chapter (mainly because I cant bring myself to write much in a guy's perspective)&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3 will be up tomorrow, because it's 10 and i still need my sleep because I'm not instantly nocturnal like some people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6635207059125219984?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6635207059125219984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6635207059125219984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6635207059125219984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6635207059125219984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic-ii.html' title='fanfic II'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-8550242546737851915</id><published>2008-11-16T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:38:52.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fanfic</title><content type='html'>because waiting for BB's live performance to finish downloading is AGONIZING&lt;br /&gt;my first ever BB fanfic, hope all goes well~&lt;br /&gt;ahh, heck, as if i actually care about what you all think =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chapter 1 - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Megan Clark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, definitely not what one would expect when taking a vacation, especially in Korea. But then again, getting sent to Korea because a certain CEO of an enormously respected entertainment company decided that the new choreographer for a certain band's upcoming concert was not up to par and went on a completely unorthodox road and hired some amateur dancer (although you can hardly call dancing-in-the-studio-when-you-think-no-one-is-watching amateur dancing) to replace him a vacation (oh, I'm sorry, did I lose you there? Because you're going to have to start understanding my drabbles once you start reading them, if you want to carry on finding out what exactly I'm talking about, that is). So here's the scoop, my annoyingly over-achieving president of some record company shithole of a brother decided that prior to me releasing an album but then again refusing to be a part of any meet-and-greet sessions/interviews (radio and TV)/live performances and my utmost refusal to hold a concert (which was not my idea in the first place, so I shouldn't really be blamed for the loss of profits of the company, profits may i remind you that I brought about in the first place). But no, it doesn't end there, because my entire family is together in this massive plan on actually making me do something that i don't want to do (parents, really). To add to that, he had already promised (PROMISED, mind you) that no matter how the album performed, that I would only have to do things my way and didn't have to attend any interviews/shows that I did not feel fit to participate in. Unfortunately, he did not mean that i could just skip any and all of the offers passed on to me. But I feel I have a right to do so if i feel fit, i mean, my album sold 1 000 000 copies in the opening week itself, and if that doesn't count as an accomplishment for anyone, I don't know what does. So basically, now i have to spend my entire holidays choreographing for some famous Korean boyband, whom frankly, since I have not heard of them before, can't be all that famous, can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, what have I gotten myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;"So, have you seen the new choreographer yet?" Seungri asked as he bent down to tie his shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, but knowing YG, he probably hired some useless douchebag like the last one," Seunghyun replied, now standing up and preparing for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and we'll probably be left with choreography so bad that we'll have to re-do the entire thing, just so it turns out right," answered Daesung who just so happened to step in the room, "Meh, what do you think, Yongbae?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hnn~" replied Yongbae, as uninterested as ever. Honestly, he didn't really care, because he knew whoever it was they would just have to deal with him, or else complain to YG later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few seconds struck Yongbae, and he wasn't sure why either. Maybe because a certain brunette had just walked into the room. The same brunette who was working with him whilst choreographing dance steps for his solo concert. The same brunette whom he had fallen for, during that time, but never quite had the courage to move forward. The same brunette who made him promise never to fall in love with her, because she genuinely liked being friends with him, and didn't want trivial things such as crushes interfering with their close relationship. The same brunette who broke his heart when she went back to the States, and never called back, not even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, that was all over a year ago, maybe things have changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question were running through Yongbae's mind at the moment. What was she doing here? What would he say to her? How would he react? Did she come back for him realising she made a horrible mistake and wanted to confess her love for him at that very moment? (Okay, fine, that last thought was a little over the top, in fact impossible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Megan!" he called out, not even assure of why he did so. At that moment, that girl turned her head to face him. "Oh my god !!!! Yongbae???" and instantly dashed forwards, and leaped into his arms, embracing him in a bearhug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here???" he gasped, now letting her down on her feet. He glanced at that perfect face that he once knew, and gazed into her dark, mud-coloured eyes. She was as perfect as he had remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before Megan could even reply, YG had walked into the room. "Okay everyone, now that our choreographer is here, we can begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, finally, who is it?" Seunghyun asked curiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Megan, care to introduce yourself?" asked YG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...." Yongbae spoke, "You mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meet your new choreographer, Megan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-8550242546737851915?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/8550242546737851915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=8550242546737851915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8550242546737851915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8550242546737851915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/fanfic.html' title='fanfic'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1232372172374905502</id><published>2008-11-15T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:02:58.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bigbang-mania</title><content type='html'>currently obsessed with BB fanfics&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href = "http://community.livejournal.com/bigbang_fanfic/"&gt; HERE &lt;/a&gt;for BB fanfic goodies =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[of course, it's only yaoi so unless you're a yaoi-lover like me, do not visit]&lt;br /&gt;and their DBSK/BB pairings are smexyyyy&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, G-Dragon and TOP pairing IS actually called G-Top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i am SO gonna start writing BB fanfics soon&lt;br /&gt;(not yaoi ones though, because god knows i cant write yaoi scenes for nuts)&lt;br /&gt;maaaaaybe....a &lt;3 story (like, no duh right)&lt;br /&gt;we'll have to see, wont we&lt;br /&gt;but first i need to be 'inspired' to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong Baby (Seungri's solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(GD: &lt;em&gt;ya’ll like this man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayo, your boy GD letting ya’ll know&lt;br /&gt;VI ready to blow (VICTORY)&lt;br /&gt;His stage, his show,&lt;br /&gt;His moves, his flow&lt;br /&gt;And holding nothing back&lt;br /&gt;Just letting it go, fosho.&lt;br /&gt;Show ‘em what you got brah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey sexy (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;tonight, you know (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;i’m a strong baby (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;put on my jacket and then.. (let’s go)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;let’s make love tonight&lt;/em&gt;, cover my eyes tonight&lt;br /&gt;don’t say ‘this is the end,’ don’t let me go&lt;br /&gt;exploded neon sign, broken mirror ball&lt;br /&gt;in this place, you and me, just two of us, &lt;em&gt;rock and roll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey there&lt;em&gt; baby tell me what you want it, say yeah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;who are you still waiting for&lt;br /&gt;(hey there&lt;em&gt; baby take me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;out so&lt;/em&gt; hurry &lt;em&gt;come to me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;get close to me roughly &lt;em&gt;don’t stop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;this is just the beginning, it’s time to become one&lt;br /&gt;your foot on top of my foot, your arm around my body&lt;br /&gt;we dance together and start to fire together&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we’re so hottest in the world like d d d d d this yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you like it (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;all grown up (crack crack crack crack)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;noticeable lies, don’t say “i hate you”&lt;br /&gt;why do you say irrelevantly, a clear kiss mark on your cheek&lt;br /&gt;unforgettable last night, a hot night&lt;br /&gt;don’t ask my age “&lt;em&gt;i guess you know love me”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hey there&lt;em&gt; baby tell me what you want it say yeah&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(your) eyes quivering, why do you hesitate&lt;br /&gt;(hey there&lt;em&gt; baby take me&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;out so &lt;/em&gt;hurry &lt;em&gt;come to me&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;don’t be afraid too much, &lt;em&gt;relax your mind I’m so so so cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;let’s party baby shake it baby all night long just one night one shot&lt;br /&gt;V I C T O R Y feel me my baby (hot like the fire)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say no but your eyes are telling me&lt;br /&gt;throw yourself into music &lt;em&gt;c’mon girl~ with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yo let’s dance)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;/p&gt; &lt;em&gt;come a little closer (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;yeah, just like that (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;you know how it is (crack crack crack crack)&lt;br /&gt;V.I like this, bye ladies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;is it just me or did Seungri's lyrics sound really suggestive?&lt;br /&gt;plus JiYong composed the song =P&lt;br /&gt;i think JiYong's secretly plotting to ruin Seungri's innocent image&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah, Seungri isnt a 'maknae' anymore =P&lt;br /&gt;but he's still illegal =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next post (hopefully) ----&gt; BB fanfic&lt;br /&gt;I WILL COMPLETE THIS !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB FIGHTING !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(gosh, i sound like some typical craze-obsessed fangirl)&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait, i AM one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1232372172374905502?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1232372172374905502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1232372172374905502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1232372172374905502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1232372172374905502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/bigbang-mania.html' title='bigbang-mania'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1704365895258774094</id><published>2008-11-09T18:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:52:09.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because i spend entire days youtube-ing BB</title><content type='html'>lets spread the BB love ~&lt;br /&gt;with new BB concert vids (yayyyy!!)&lt;br /&gt;and all songs from their 2nd album (their performances are &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt; btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHPHlioCS1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SHPHlioCS1s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uO6xbp_rs3U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uO6xbp_rs3U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNSET GLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq74UkCvsnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iq74UkCvsnU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUwfA60zmpo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aUwfA60zmpo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;omgg, i LOVE the Intro performance&lt;br /&gt;the box thingy is totally cool&lt;br /&gt;(and plus all of them look super hot in black suits)&lt;br /&gt;but Daesung looks a wee bit uncomfortable in his suit, dont you think? o.0&lt;br /&gt;and Taeyang just has to be special and wear a vest =P&lt;br /&gt;maybe they couldnt tailor the sleeves enough to fit his arms xDD&lt;br /&gt;damn, i need to go and get a top hat, like, NOW&lt;br /&gt;a red one like JiYong's&lt;br /&gt;oh, oh, oh, the yellow bus in Sunset Glow performance !!!&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO adorable&lt;br /&gt;and, fineee, Top looks....presentable&lt;br /&gt;and Taeyang did that butt-slap thing in Number 1 xD&lt;br /&gt;although it wasnt a quick-hard slap like in the video&lt;br /&gt;more of a soft-touch-and-take-a-good-look-at-it slap xD&lt;br /&gt;and dont the BB boys know that you shouldnt play with fire??&lt;br /&gt;what if one of their beautiful faces gets burnt !!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will sue YG if that ever happens !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gahh, screw it, all of their performances are amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need their new album, like, NOW !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1547166525645241101-1704365895258774094?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1704365895258774094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1704365895258774094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1704365895258774094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1704365895258774094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/because-i-spend-entire-days-youtube-ing.html' title='because i spend entire days youtube-ing BB'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2282892054789937592</id><published>2008-11-08T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:00:59.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know that disco died 20 years ago right?</title><content type='html'>the title is random&lt;br /&gt;but then again, so am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;YB:&lt;br /&gt;She stands there looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I know she's wonderin'&lt;br /&gt;If she should kick it with me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you all got that somethin'&lt;br /&gt;If she be wanting to freak&lt;br /&gt;The shakin' thunderin'&lt;br /&gt;And now she's starting to creep up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD:&lt;br /&gt;Man she looks so good&lt;br /&gt;And she looks so fine&lt;br /&gt;Still it takes me high&lt;br /&gt;Singing 'My Oh My'&lt;br /&gt;Got to get with her&lt;br /&gt;Have her in my world&lt;br /&gt;Hold her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;That's forever yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock with u&lt;br /&gt;Dance with u&lt;br /&gt;Do everything with u&lt;br /&gt;Run around in the rain with u&lt;br /&gt;Everyday now only u&lt;br /&gt;Rock with u&lt;br /&gt;Dance with u&lt;br /&gt;Do everything with u&lt;br /&gt;Run around in the rain with u&lt;br /&gt;Everyday now only u....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DS:&lt;br /&gt;It's getting tough in the scene&lt;br /&gt;The place is jumping now&lt;br /&gt;I grab her hand and proceed&lt;br /&gt;To the crowd that's tumbling&lt;br /&gt;I really want her with me&lt;br /&gt;Some one-on-one romance&lt;br /&gt;What she keeps doing to me&lt;br /&gt;Got me feelin'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SR:&lt;br /&gt;Man she looks so good&lt;br /&gt;And she looks so fine&lt;br /&gt;Still it takes me high&lt;br /&gt;Singing 'My Oh My'&lt;br /&gt;Got to get with her&lt;br /&gt;Have her in my world&lt;br /&gt;Hold her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;That's forever yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Break it down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YB:&lt;br /&gt;I know that you're thinking I won't be right (Oh I can be right)&lt;br /&gt;But it's you girl now I made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;From here we can start a new wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP:&lt;br /&gt;(yo, yo)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna rock&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dance&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do everything with you baby that's it&lt;br /&gt;Me and you together baby we can be a classic&lt;br /&gt;So we can do those kinda things fantastic&lt;br /&gt;The bombastic&lt;br /&gt;Baby living drastic&lt;br /&gt;But for you anything's possible Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GD:&lt;br /&gt;(yea, yea)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta rock&lt;br /&gt;I gotta dance&lt;br /&gt;I gotta do everything with a first glance (that's me)&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna get up and run around in my (seat)&lt;br /&gt;Baby got me wilin' and you know what (I mean)&lt;br /&gt;So fresh, so (clean)&lt;br /&gt;So blessed, so lean&lt;br /&gt;My honey, My Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus x 2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnit, this is what happens when my life gets controlled by Korean pretty boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SRVp4ufJnkI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CbfnIExsTO8/s1600-h/350p015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SRVp4ufJnkI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CbfnIExsTO8/s400/350p015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266231762551938626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Kwon Ji Yong&lt;br /&gt;yes, now i officially claim his as MINE&lt;br /&gt;(and i know he loves me too =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Are you cheating on me?&lt;br /&gt;Queenie : (wha? =.=")&lt;br /&gt;Him : Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;Queenie : Yeah, sure, I'm cheating on you with Kwon Ji Yong&lt;/blockquote&gt;fine, that was mean&lt;br /&gt;but, like, wtf mann !!! you dont just &lt;u&gt;ask&lt;/u&gt; your girlfriend whether she's cheating on you or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, the reason i am posting this is because i dont have anything else in particular to post about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korean pretty boys are my life !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wanna know who my boyfriend's are?&lt;br /&gt;there are 5 of them (okay, fine, maybe only 3 since T.O.P is taken and Seungri is illegal)&lt;br /&gt;Ji Yong, Daesung and YongBae&lt;br /&gt;*hearts hearts hearts star star star twinkle twinkle*&lt;br /&gt;(in desperate attempts to give my blog some passaze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, i should stop posting about pretty korean boys, like, now before i totally lose my readership by, like, 80 percent&lt;br /&gt;(especially people like zindee who will take no interest in BB whatsoever no matter how hard i try to make her like BB)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/fail-owned-opposites-school-fail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 253px;" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/fail-owned-opposites-school-fail1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, i love this kid, like, seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English songs dont sound the same anymore once you've listened to Korean songs&lt;br /&gt;JiYong's voice just has this drawing-in effect&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;Number One&lt;/u&gt; is still addictive as hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugScvnVZGd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ugScvnVZGd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, Seungri shouldn't be let into the club because he's underage !!!! he's illegal damnit !!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i totally dig JiYong's yellow suit &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;and Bong's one-white-sock and one-black&lt;br /&gt;i need to start wearing mismatched socks from now on&lt;br /&gt;i think i've heard the song, like, 200 million times already&lt;br /&gt;(and watched the video 100 million times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong's such a camera hog&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine, because he's the leader =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2282892054789937592?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2282892054789937592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2282892054789937592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2282892054789937592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2282892054789937592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-that-disco-died-20-years-ago.html' title='you know that disco died 20 years ago right?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SRVp4ufJnkI/AAAAAAAAAv0/CbfnIExsTO8/s72-c/350p015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2345914065253658801</id><published>2008-11-06T13:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:43:08.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it my fault really?</title><content type='html'>he's mad at me because apparently i pay more attention to JiYong than him&lt;br /&gt;hmm, how DOES a fangirl balance out relationships and the object of her desire at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;i know it's pointless, but at least i'm trying&lt;br /&gt;unlike some nutty fangirls who give up their entire lives just so that they can focus entirely on their beloved(s)&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, maybe i did go a little too far when i told him that i wanted Kwon Ji Yong as my birthday present &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SRKDNEAV_mI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gLc-TWINf58/s1600-h/1222712630_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SRKDNEAV_mI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gLc-TWINf58/s400/1222712630_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265415174786252386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but it's TRUEEE !!!&lt;br /&gt;i DO want Kwon Ji Yong for my birthday.........&lt;br /&gt;you dont expect me to LIE do you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh, this sucks&lt;br /&gt;and now Carrie's pissed because she says i'm not 'trying hard enough' to make things work with him......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday list still under construction&lt;br /&gt;mostly BB merchandise for now =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP's 'BigBoy' is catchy =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mp3 is forever in the 'Big Bang' playlist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2345914065253658801?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2345914065253658801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2345914065253658801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2345914065253658801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2345914065253658801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-my-fault-really.html' title='is it my fault really?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SRKDNEAV_mI/AAAAAAAAAvs/gLc-TWINf58/s72-c/1222712630_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-5352938202644196025</id><published>2008-10-27T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:58:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my declaration of love</title><content type='html'>this post will be the dedication of my love&lt;br /&gt;for my beloved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU KWON JI YONG !!!!!! (aka G-Dragon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew, from the very first moment i laid eyes on you, that you would become an obsession, and i kept telling myself that i should stop, stop now before i became one of those crazy obsessed fangirls who do nothing but sit in front of the computer the whole day googling your name over and over again just because - and even though i knew that this addiction would finally surpass one day (like Jim Sturgess, Michael Phelps etc.) and i would just abandon you just like that, move on and forget you, i just kept on obsessing, i just kept on youtubing your name and googling you over and over again, because i thought to myself, THIS IS WORTH IT. every picture of you, every smile of you, every single video i see of you, just tells me more and more about you. i want to know more, i want to know everything about you, i want to know more than any fangirl has known about her object of desire. this addiction will wear out, and i will move on soon, so i'm taking the opportunity while i still can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HEART KWON JI YONG !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i have only known you for a few days, and eventhough i havent met you in person (yet) - yes, i am still killing myself over the fact that i will miss BB's Japan concert, if only i were a BB fan earlier before, i could have still arranged a trip to Japan to meet my beloved - my love for you is undeniable and my loyalty for you remains stronger than ever (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for now at least&lt;/span&gt;) . I love you, my darling, and i can only hope that you can sense it. deep down inside, i know you love me as well (although you dont know it yet), and i can only hope, that one day when our eyes meet, you will feel this immense love i have for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, how hurt i was when someone *whom i will now proceed to kill* told me you were engaged, and although i wanted to deny it, so badly, i knew that somehow it might be true, that somehow someone else might have stolen your heart before me and that person had the same immense love that i feel for you&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note apparently the rumour wasnt true =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart you, my darling&lt;br /&gt;you are my one and only &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Disclaimer : I have no connection with Kwon Ji Yong whatsoever *although i so wish it were true*, i am merely a fan posting ridiculous fictional stories about GD and this declaration of love is purely for entertainment purposes only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE KWON JI YONG !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5352938202644196025?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5352938202644196025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5352938202644196025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5352938202644196025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5352938202644196025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-declaration-of-love.html' title='my declaration of love'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2834009965567626447</id><published>2008-10-26T18:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:58:59.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omgomgomg</title><content type='html'>feeling nostalgic, because i heard this ages ago &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever With You - G-Dragon, T.O.P ft Park Bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's such a fantastically awesome song&lt;br /&gt;plus JiYong cries !!!!!! xDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SQRK43gjUdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/e1cbxHnFOdQ/s1600-h/vlcsnap-7835252.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SQRK43gjUdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/e1cbxHnFOdQ/s400/vlcsnap-7835252.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261412605509194194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SQRLJ2V6F-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/4BLtqnQJzSA/s1600-h/vlcsnap-7835379.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SQRLJ2V6F-I/AAAAAAAAAvk/4BLtqnQJzSA/s400/vlcsnap-7835379.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261412897253890018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more updates when i'm not busy drooling over G-Dragon &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2834009965567626447?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2834009965567626447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2834009965567626447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2834009965567626447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2834009965567626447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/omgomgomg.html' title='omgomgomg'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SQRK43gjUdI/AAAAAAAAAvc/e1cbxHnFOdQ/s72-c/vlcsnap-7835252.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-5314481838124976884</id><published>2008-10-25T20:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:52:08.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's back, bitch</title><content type='html'>ahhh, it's good to be back in the bloggifying atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;so havent been blogging for awhile (and i do mean, awhile)&lt;br /&gt;been busy with, you know, exams and such&lt;br /&gt;and trying to fix this whole issue with Jiang thing&lt;br /&gt;really, what does one do when her best friend hates her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;i wont go further, in fear of posting on my entire personal life online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this point on, any postings on out-englished.blogspot.com will not contain any personal reference whatsoever (because people just need to bud out of my personal life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop fucking telling my that my boyfriend is an asshole, if you want to judge someone's bf then go get your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;forum-ed around and found this =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i think my boifrnd is a gay...=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, i found that my bf had a past relationship wd the same sex..umm, actually a gay.. is their any sign that he is also a gay? haha. so confuse.. ummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comments&lt;br /&gt;-My gosh. Oh yes, i normally look at the posture. Unless he is a dance instructor (my dance instructor walks gay but he's a Christian and has no interest in boys, maybe that's just the way he is LOL) i think he is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can see how dangerously close he is physically to the boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eye contact with other guys,&lt;br /&gt;Hand signals.&lt;br /&gt;Look out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eye contact with other guys might only be friendly. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-what's wrong with being a gay hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Nothing, but being in a relationship with a gay (if you're a girl) is the thing that is wrong. Unless he's bi or something, idk hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-   I meant eye contact that may be more than friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Batting of lashes?&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA,&lt;/blockquote&gt;*laughs hysterically*&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really, come ON !!!!&lt;br /&gt;so what if your bf's bisexual????&lt;br /&gt;wentworth miller is bisexual (supposedly) and i hear he's engaged, no?&lt;br /&gt;man, that was amusing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, you have me&lt;br /&gt;i'm officially hooked on Big Bang&lt;br /&gt;*more specifically, i'm officially hooked on Dae Sung*&lt;br /&gt;and G-Dragon is of personal interest xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SQM9x0Q-YhI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7yiNAD7-eCw/s1600-h/allyg91dl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SQM9x0Q-YhI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7yiNAD7-eCw/s400/allyg91dl6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261116715751596562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*pic courtesy of xuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's adorable, no?&lt;br /&gt;Daesung is cute, SO cute, in fact, that he's my new Dori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and G-Dragon looks hot in shades xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how obsessed am I?&lt;br /&gt;so obsessed, in fact, that i downloaded all of their MV's&lt;br /&gt;so obsessed that i spent 3 hours googling all of them and forum-ing for pics&lt;br /&gt;so obsessed that i rewatched 'Lies', 'HaruHaru' and 'Number 1' at least 2 dozen times each&lt;br /&gt;so obsessed that i spend the entire day you-tubing 'Big Bang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, maybe not so obsessed YET&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting there !!!!&lt;br /&gt;just wait till holidays and i'll be the ultimate fangirl =D&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 style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xoxo, you know you love me&lt;br /&gt;too much gossip girl, this is a cry for help D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5314481838124976884?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5314481838124976884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5314481838124976884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5314481838124976884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5314481838124976884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-back-bitch.html' title='she&apos;s back, bitch'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SQM9x0Q-YhI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/7yiNAD7-eCw/s72-c/allyg91dl6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2178941556856529162</id><published>2008-10-22T21:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:09:06.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets do this bitch</title><content type='html'>did not really intend to start off my 'coming out of hiatus' post with a tag, but -- oh well =P&lt;br /&gt;tagged by Xuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;urbandictionary.com&lt;/span&gt; and type in your answer to each question in the search box, then write the FIRST definition it gives you. (Original answers in brackets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Your name? (Queenie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;gay or effeminate male, Male person with a bitchy, narcassistic attititude, A man who projects the very worst characteristics of femininity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[dot dot dot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your age? (15)&lt;table id="entries" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;td class="text" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Any girl under eighteen who lies about her age. Closley related to the term jailbait but more devious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) One of your friends? (Jiang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evil king on top of women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Asia, the character holds for leadership, and trace back in time, "stright hook fishing strategy" Jiang had aide the King in time of 'Qin'. also, meaning ginger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What should you be doing? (watching tv?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;general for sexual activity, non specific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i wannna go watch sum tv 2nite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Favourite colour? (pink) (orange)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;pink - slang reference to the vagina&lt;br /&gt;orange - The colour which vain assholes turn after a session in the tanning salon; Often confused with Hepatitis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Hometown (Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;he country where education is very highly politicised.Also a country where Malays are literaly spoonfed from their moment of their birth up to their deaths.Even if you are the no.1 student in Malaysia,you won't get a place in a public university of your choice if you are not a Malay.A Malay can beat you to the seat even if he's a freakin' retard.That is guaranteed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Friendly?Yes.Non-racist?Not always so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Month of your birthday? (December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;The month in which the hottest women are born. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Last person you talked to? (Kaitlin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;A supreme being on the planet whose origins are unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Significantly good appearance, and works well with others in it's class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Native to the areas of the Mid West.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;This particular species doesn't possess the ability to attack it's prey, because it is too soft in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;A sweet specimen, kind and generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Not easily angered, and a calm spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Works well with the "Ryan" specimens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[wow, kate =D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What did you last eat? (fried rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;the act of two brown men eiffel towering (see eiffel tower) a small asian girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Your nickname? (N/A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;Naturally Aspirated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[SO true XD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2178941556856529162?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2178941556856529162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2178941556856529162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2178941556856529162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2178941556856529162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-do-this-bitch.html' title='lets do this bitch'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6996153182745543543</id><published>2008-10-12T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T17:34:41.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>countdown</title><content type='html'>9 long days to go (including weekends of course)&lt;br /&gt;9 days...till we'll be together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[because he will be my bf after exams are over and done with]&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry that we have to wait like this =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if he's younger than me? it's only by 1 month&lt;br /&gt;besides in International Schools he's practically a year older than his actual age anyway =/&lt;br /&gt;and so we wait........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;HIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;until further notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6996153182745543543?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6996153182745543543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6996153182745543543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6996153182745543543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6996153182745543543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/countdown.html' title='countdown'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3437471576771239798</id><published>2008-10-05T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:15:05.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am the walrus</title><content type='html'>current obsessive song that plays over and over again in my head despite the fact that i am (actually) trying to study Sejarah but am failing miserably because the song's so god damn awesome : I Am The Walrus - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon is a &lt;u&gt;GENIUS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i would give anything to go back to the time where The Beatles were at their prime&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i was born 50 years too fucking late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I Am The Walrus -- The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.&lt;br /&gt;See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come.&lt;br /&gt;Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Man, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.&lt;br /&gt;I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mister city policeman sitting&lt;br /&gt;Pretty little policemen in a row.&lt;br /&gt;See how they fly like lucy in the sky, see how they run.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, i'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying, i'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog's eye.&lt;br /&gt;Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess,&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you been a naughty girl you let your knickers down.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.&lt;br /&gt;I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in an english garden waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;If the sun don't come, you get a tan&lt;br /&gt;From standing in the english rain.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.&lt;br /&gt;I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expert textpert choking smokers,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you thing the joker laughs at you?&lt;br /&gt;See how they smile like pigs in a sty,&lt;br /&gt;See how they snied.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower.&lt;br /&gt;Elementary penguin singing hari krishna.&lt;br /&gt;Man, you should have seen them kicking edgar allan poe.&lt;br /&gt;I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.&lt;br /&gt;I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.&lt;br /&gt;Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;John Lennon was the originator of nonsensical lyrics (move over, Fall Out Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;on another note,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Across The Universe&lt;/span&gt; is officially the best movie EVER&lt;br /&gt;(and i'm not just saying that because Jim Sturgess' Liverpudlian accent is so god damn smexy, okay fine maybe i am)&lt;br /&gt;but heck, the movie is still awesome&lt;br /&gt;pair up a &lt;u&gt;decent&lt;/u&gt; storyline with Beatles music PLUS totally psychedelic parts in the movie (which makes you believe you're high when actually....your not *gasp*)&lt;br /&gt;and plus, Jim Sturgess totally fits the womanizing, drop-dead gorgeous coal miner, no? (who a janitor's son, mind you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Max : She has a boyfriend, you know&lt;br /&gt;Jude : It's okay, i have a girlfriend &lt;/blockquote&gt;and pair that up with the perfect Liverpudlian accent and, voila&lt;br /&gt;thousands of fangirls are gonna come chasing after you&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* i love Jim Sturgess&lt;br /&gt;oh, right, i love &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Across The Universe&lt;/span&gt; too =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, and The Beatles are AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;John Lennon is GODlike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3437471576771239798?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3437471576771239798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3437471576771239798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3437471576771239798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3437471576771239798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-walrus.html' title='i am the walrus'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-4978537984472064742</id><published>2008-10-05T18:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T18:03:23.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blog urls changed (to keep mummy from reading my blog)&lt;br /&gt;fellow readers, i &lt;u&gt;urge&lt;/u&gt; all of you NOT to relink me&lt;br /&gt;heck, it'd be even better if you didnt link me AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;i dont fucking care if it's inconvenient to type my blog address, it's MY blog right?????&lt;br /&gt;so please, for privacy's sake, DO NOT LINK ME&lt;br /&gt;i repeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 200px"&gt; DO NOT LINK ME &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4978537984472064742?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4978537984472064742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4978537984472064742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4978537984472064742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4978537984472064742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blog-urls-changed-to-keep-mummy-from.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2405537042538804902</id><published>2008-10-03T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:32:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid appendix</title><content type='html'>why do we HAVE an appendix anyways????&lt;br /&gt;i think i have appendicitis, not sure though&lt;br /&gt;theres just this naggy pain in my right kidney area-- mummy says it's just wind trapped in the intestine but, what if it isnt????&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT PREPARED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL DAMNIT !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sob, i dont wanna go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;i've always feared going to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda like a phobia, you know (after watching too many Scrubs/Grey's Anatomy episodes)&lt;br /&gt;SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT&lt;br /&gt;i SO do not want to go under all those......ugh...needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;needles&lt;/u&gt; okay !!! what if i kena HIV??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, in the worst-case-scenario where i would ACTUALLY have to go to the hospital, please call my mummy and tell her that i would need these things&lt;br /&gt;i) Chemistry workbook/ex. book/revision book (eh, damn scared about Chem okay !!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;ii) mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;iii) my blanket + pillow (eh, hospital pillows/blankets damn smell okay !!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;iv) mp3 player charger (in case i'm there for more than 2 days)&lt;br /&gt;v) pyjamas (i am NOT wearing fugly hospital pj's)&lt;br /&gt;vi) oh...can bring my entire bed there ar? (because i HATE HATE HATE HATE single beds!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;vii) you know what, just bring the entire Astro decoder there (how to watch Greys Anatomy in hospital ar???)&lt;br /&gt;viii) I WANT CHOCOLATESSS !!!!!!! (i dont care about the diet restrictions !!!!)&lt;br /&gt;viv) handphone (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;x) i wanna bring my computer there leh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i want a VIP suite !!!!! (because i dont wanna share the room with anyone else!!!! you know, in case i start fantasizing about Jim Sturgess in my sleep, i think that would pretty much freak out the other person in the room, dont you think?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;false alarm, it &lt;u&gt;wasnt&lt;/u&gt; appendicitis after all (thank god)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just like my mum to think that i would fake a potential-appendicitis just to skip studying&lt;br /&gt;yeah, good to know how much you trust me, mum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2405537042538804902?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2405537042538804902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2405537042538804902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2405537042538804902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2405537042538804902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/10/stupid-appendix.html' title='stupid appendix'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2034744524037182486</id><published>2008-09-29T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:06:42.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.NEED.A.LIFE</title><content type='html'>believe me, i did not plan to spend my precious 1 week holiday online-shopping, in fact, i was actually &lt;u&gt;almost&lt;/u&gt; considering studying for the entire day but then i thought to myself "Ah, what the heck, mummy's practically gonna force me to study during the nights anyway" so i might as well enjoy myself now right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span size =" 120px"&gt;WRONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because online shopping isn't as cracked up as it seems to be.....AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;first you have to browse through countless websites to find something that you actually &lt;u&gt;LIKE&lt;/u&gt; (and most of the websites dont even fucking organise their tabs so you could be spending the whole fucking day looking for a skirt and when you reach the end of the blog entries, surprise surprise, they dont HAVE skirts) then when you actually DO find something that you like, you have to check whether they provide CODs (because god know's i dont own a fucking Maybank account) and if they DONT provide CODs, you're not stupid enough to actually send cash to them (raya month laa, still want to send cash via post ar???) and basically it's all gone to waste. oh, and in one of those ultra-rare cases where they actually PROVIDE CODs (in kelana jaya summore worrr -- ossum!) then you have to remind yourself that you are &lt;u&gt;flat broke&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the hell did i start online shopping anyways? oh, right, cause we're going shopping on Tuesday/Wednesday and i have to start making a list of what i want or else we'll just end up walking around the mall aimlessly, and God forbid we'll be &lt;u&gt;window shopping&lt;/u&gt; (because mummy's not a shopaholic.....with much regret)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be SO cool to have a shopaholic mummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me....i need a life&lt;br /&gt;and i'm FUCKING BORED !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm NOT spending another fucking 3 hours building my Sims house&lt;br /&gt;(because my Sim's house is fucking AWESOME!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2034744524037182486?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2034744524037182486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2034744524037182486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2034744524037182486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2034744524037182486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/ineedalife.html' title='I.NEED.A.LIFE'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-5453313733571572941</id><published>2008-09-27T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:09:48.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you win, happy?</title><content type='html'>fine, you win, are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to bother fighting for her anymore&lt;br /&gt;if i have to work my ass off just to get to talk to her (because god know's everytime i try to have a conversation with her you just pull her away with your whole naive-pretentious-screechy voice)&lt;br /&gt;you win, okay&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to bother anymore&lt;br /&gt;if i have to actually fight just to talk to her, then it's just not worth the effort anymore&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how childish can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, to-do-list&lt;br /&gt;- watch Prison Break season 4 ep 6&lt;br /&gt;- watch One Tree Hill season 6 ep 4&lt;br /&gt;- watch Heroes season 3 ep 3&lt;br /&gt;- watch Flashbacks of a Fool (Daniel Craig, b*tch !)&lt;br /&gt;- watch Dirty Dancing (outdated =P)&lt;br /&gt;- Physics PEKA&lt;br /&gt;- Physics H/W&lt;br /&gt;- Biology H/W (tons and tons of it)&lt;br /&gt;- BM papers ( " )&lt;br /&gt;- BM Komsas (because i'm lazy and havent done it since it was given 2 weeks ago =P)&lt;br /&gt;- BM read the karangan thingy&lt;br /&gt;- Maths Topical Assessment&lt;br /&gt;- Sejarah - w/b Final Exam Paper (shit, forgot to bring back workbook)&lt;br /&gt;- library with hot guy XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, right ! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;******STUDY !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i think that's about it&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, i know i havent blogged in...forever&lt;br /&gt;(studying lah !!!!! you got so much time to read my blog arr???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY STUDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....i need to study...badly&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start bringing my Sejarah book wherever i go now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popcritics.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pathology-finalp-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.popcritics.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/pathology-finalp-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milo Ventimiglia is HAWT !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5453313733571572941?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5453313733571572941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5453313733571572941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5453313733571572941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5453313733571572941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-win-happy.html' title='you win, happy?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7311286531734061635</id><published>2008-09-18T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:19:40.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats, you made me cry</title><content type='html'>"because today just felt like a crying day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kudos to Tian, you've officially become the first person to ever make me cry&lt;br /&gt;(not in a bad way, of course, because Tian and I can never be like &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, this morning i did not wake up with the whole "i-think-i'm-gonna-cry-on-the-lrt-today-just-for-attention" attitude (not that i wake up with that attitude in the first place, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, yeah, getting back to the point&lt;br /&gt;i cried because i didnt realise how much i missed talking to someone like that&lt;br /&gt;you know, not caring about anything else, no gossiping, no dishonesty...just...talking&lt;br /&gt;plain talking&lt;br /&gt;it was nice........&lt;br /&gt;and i needed that, because god knows i'm not the most morally-correct person these days&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; a crybaby !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tian : When's your brother going back?&lt;br /&gt;Queenie : Today.....&lt;br /&gt;Tian : Oh...are you sad about it?&lt;br /&gt;Queenie : well...duh, who wouldnt?&lt;br /&gt;Tian : Do you want me to meet you in the airport? in case you need consoling?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Tian (as a &lt;u&gt;friend&lt;/u&gt; and i cant stress enough on the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7311286531734061635?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7311286531734061635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7311286531734061635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7311286531734061635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7311286531734061635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/congrats-you-made-me-cry.html' title='congrats, you made me cry'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-4999319507102958285</id><published>2008-09-14T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:56:14.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did you know?</title><content type='html'>Radiohead is officially the most awesomest english-alternative-rock-band &lt;u&gt;EVER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the concert a few days ago and thought to myself "Man, is THIS what I've been missing out on my whole life???"&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead is ...well....AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*playing Karma Police over and over again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead + weed = BLISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LeLAELIxKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LeLAELIxKY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much for the video, but the song is super super awesome =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead has officially made it's way onto my &lt;u&gt;priority&lt;/u&gt; list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Priority list :&lt;br /&gt;1. Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;2. Artemis Fowl&lt;br /&gt;3. Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;4. Prison Break/Wentworth Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, because Radiohead &gt; Wentworth Miller....okay fine maybe that's NOT so true, but it is there...for now =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hooked-nussu.org/images/stories/Sinnie/Oddball/radiohead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.hooked-nussu.org/images/stories/Sinnie/Oddball/radiohead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;get me tickets to their next concert !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4999319507102958285?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4999319507102958285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4999319507102958285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4999319507102958285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4999319507102958285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-know.html' title='did you know?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7181107740997662796</id><published>2008-09-13T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:34:27.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>because of the hot guy in the library</title><content type='html'>i feel SO hardworking, i &lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt; studied in an &lt;u&gt;actual&lt;/u&gt; library today&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, hot library guy was there =D&lt;br /&gt;totally worth wasting 4 hours of my life in the library, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prison Break is Ama-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;-zing&lt;br /&gt;the third episode is just...wow&lt;br /&gt;next episode airing on monday -- yayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bored so went cyber-stalking Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;would've watched Prison Break but, hell&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps &gt; Wentworth Miller&lt;br /&gt;you know how it is =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;s&gt;101&lt;/s&gt; Amazing Michael Phelps facts :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It only rains when Michael Phelps needs a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The British Isles were created after Michael Phelps got bored of swimming through water and decided to just swim straight through the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you Google “Who can challenge Michael Phelps” there will be negative results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;John McCain’s plan to clear the American deficit is to pay it off with Michael Phelps’ gold medals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually people run for President, Michael Phelps swims for President. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To give the other swimmers a chance, Speedo created a lightweight apparel for the other swimmers and they gave Michael Phelps one made of steal and lead.  It did not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Michael Phelps skin gets pruned if he's out of the water for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps doesn’t tread water; water treads Michael Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="width: 4px;" class="inline-block"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Water listens to “Michael Phelps Swimming to the Classics” on it’s iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you wrote an analogy about Michael Phelps it would have to say (Michael Phelps is to Michael Phelps, as Michael Phelps is to Michael Phelps) because nothing compares to Michael Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you google Chuck N., you will find "Michael Phelps wannabe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px;" class="Bullet"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you are ever asked who would win in a fight between a killer whale and a great white shark the answer is always Michael Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no world records only Michael Phelps’ last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps breaks records faster than they can be set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Titanic sank when it accidentally hit Michael Phelps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps doesn’t swim through water, water gets out of his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason people say "it's not if you win or lose, it's how you play the game" is because they're playing against Michael Phelps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went ahead to &lt;u&gt;attempt&lt;/u&gt; to finish Artemis Fowl : The Opal Deception but, then again =P&lt;br /&gt;so then i ended up in front of the computer googling Artemis Fowl (again, wanted to watch Prison Break but, you know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artemis Fowl &gt; Wentworth Miller&lt;/span&gt;, Artemis being a child prodigy and what not)&lt;br /&gt;turns out theres going to be a film adaptation (wheee)&lt;br /&gt;characters/screenplay yet to be decided though&lt;br /&gt;then i started wondering who would be perfect to play the role of Artemis Fowl II aka child prodigy genius who single handedly tracked down a whole other world of fairies&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, will get back to you on that one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i finally watched Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, again, it was freaking AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;(not enough to move Wentworth one step up my hot-guy priority list though)&lt;br /&gt;(you know, Wentworth being taken and all =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Priority List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Michael Phelps (how could you think otherwise?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Artemis Fowl (because all boy-genius's are hot)&lt;br /&gt;3. Wentworth Miller (downgraded because Michael Scofield is with Sara, but heck i'm not objecting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7181107740997662796?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7181107740997662796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7181107740997662796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7181107740997662796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7181107740997662796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-of-hot-guy-in-library.html' title='because of the hot guy in the library'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6708340311544014618</id><published>2008-09-13T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:01:16.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck do you want me to say?</title><content type='html'>mood : pissed off&lt;br /&gt;you're in luck&lt;br /&gt;because Queenie is going to post a story-ish post today =D&lt;br /&gt;and just to make it extra emo-ish, she's going to add song lines in between the paragraphs !!! =) (you heard me, PARAGRAPHS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today is a winding road that's taking me to places that I didn't want to go&lt;br /&gt;Today in the blink of an eye I'm holding on to something and I do not know why&lt;/blockquote&gt;so theres this girl, G, and this guy, A. and there was this other girl B who was, like, ok-ish friends with G. so A and B were a couple (well, barely one, since they hardly made it seem like they are one in the first place) and G and A were, like, best friends, like, closest friends. so one day G, A and B go out on an outing with G's boyfriend, Z. during the outing, G spent most of her time with A and B spent most of her time with Z. (hmmmm, suspecting something here?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I tried to read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation&lt;br /&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find a way out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;so they were at this restaurant, and, likewise, A sat with G and B sat with Z (the reason being B and A wanted to sit 'facing each other' or something like that) so A and Z were making it so painsakingly obvious that they were flirting (you know, the excessive staring/almost hand touching sort of thing, i mean you could almost SEE the intense chemistry between those two) now G was completely oblivious to their flirting (because she had learnt to ignore it most of the time when Z flirted with other girls) but somehow *magically* A noticed the chemistry between those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you're unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;almost as if wanting to take 'revenge' on B, A started flirting with G (again, please note that G was completely unobservant during that time and basically didnt even notice they were flirting) and this whole A flirting with G and B flirting with Z begins. and *somehow* Z begins to take notice that A and G are getting unusually cosy (in tone with the whole dim-candle-light restaurant theme thing) and *for some stupid reason* kicks A under the table *ouch?* and thus the argument in the restaurant begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;argument between A and Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at this moment A stands up and leaves the restaurant leaving B, Z, and G in total aghast*&lt;br /&gt;****the conversation didnt sound as lame as it does here, it's just edited in a whole lot of parts so it doesnt sound as offensive anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so B stands up as well and leaves, looking for A. at this point G and Z start talking again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;argument between G and Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i really dont know what else to say =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6708340311544014618?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6708340311544014618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6708340311544014618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6708340311544014618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6708340311544014618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-fuck-do-you-want-me-to-say.html' title='what the fuck do you want me to say?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6847391700880427100</id><published>2008-09-07T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:32:03.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(because i want to show how &lt;s&gt;lifeless&lt;/s&gt; brilliant i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.&lt;br /&gt;2) Italicise those you intend to read.&lt;br /&gt;3) Change the colour of the books you LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;4) Reprint this list in your own blog so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;9. His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Little Women - Louisa M Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller&lt;br /&gt;14. Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks&lt;br /&gt;18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger&lt;br /&gt;19. The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20. Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25. The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Emma - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;35. Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini&lt;br /&gt;38. Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41. Animal Farm - George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;48. The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding&lt;br /&gt;50. Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth&lt;br /&gt;56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Bridget Jones' Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75. Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath&lt;br /&gt;77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78. Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80. Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;87. Charlotte's Web - EB White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton&lt;br /&gt;91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92. The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94. Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total : 30/100&lt;br /&gt;fine, i HAVE no life =.=&lt;/blockquote&gt;didnt italicise anything because who knows what i'm going to intend to read&lt;br /&gt;and didnt colour anything because i am a non-buyist reader xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6847391700880427100?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6847391700880427100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6847391700880427100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6847391700880427100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6847391700880427100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-i-want-to-show-how-lifeless.html' title=''/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2410439305064916936</id><published>2008-09-05T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:57:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>best friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Mickey : Heya, best friend !&lt;br /&gt;Me : =.="????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(no, Mickey's just a nickname)&lt;br /&gt;and, no Mickey, i didnt think it was appropriate to yell out 'heya, best friend' in an lrt full of people&lt;br /&gt;but, fine, i'll take that title&lt;br /&gt;better than being "egg mayo" =.=&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT a sandwich !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty Season 2 is compleeeetttteeee!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;now to spend the rest of my night oogling over how hot Eric Mabius is &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2410439305064916936?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2410439305064916936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2410439305064916936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2410439305064916936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2410439305064916936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-friend.html' title='best friend?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-4675651854294332297</id><published>2008-08-31T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:10:13.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckfuckfuckfuck</title><content type='html'>shit, i suck at Audition now&lt;br /&gt;and i dont mean the suck-so-much-but-still-redeemable kind&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really really really shitty i-suck-so-much-there-IS-no-redemption&lt;br /&gt;fuck, during the holidays i'm gonna start training Audi again&lt;br /&gt;(because sad as it may seem, Audi was my &lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt; redemption&lt;br /&gt;maybe all that excessive writing made my hand un-flexible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched FinalFantasy Advent Children&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of hard to concentrate on the storyline especially when every other guy in the show is freaking hot&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it's not even the anime-sort of hot&lt;br /&gt;and clearly not the real-life-michael-phelps sort of hot&lt;br /&gt;this is sorta....animated-but-still-real-life hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cloud is SOOOO hot&lt;br /&gt;(alter-ego shouting *NO !!! VINCENT IS WAYYY HOTTER*)&lt;br /&gt;(other alter-ego shouting *NOOO !!!! SEPHIROTH IS THE HOTTEST!!!!*)&lt;br /&gt;damnit, stop fantasizing about fictional characters&lt;br /&gt;i am SO sick of imagining myself with anime characters&lt;br /&gt;it just isnt right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, Advent Children was AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;the ending battle was just....wow&lt;br /&gt;was thinking to myself the whole time "damn, THIS is what i've been missing out on all these years????"&lt;br /&gt;i have 10 years of missed-out-childhood to make up on&lt;br /&gt;well it's partially MY fault for playing FF without fucking knowing what the hell was going on in the first place&lt;br /&gt;i MUST be the most ignorant gamer on earth&lt;br /&gt;i mean, HOW many times has Jeremy explained DOTA to me over and over again&lt;br /&gt;and yet i still dont get it&lt;br /&gt;walking around a forest, killing really cute animal mutant things?&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right&lt;br /&gt;changed blogskin (woohoo)&lt;br /&gt;just got bored of the last blogskin&lt;br /&gt;plus, this symbolizes a change~~&lt;br /&gt;(you know, with the whole Darren thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Phelps gets a title now =D&lt;br /&gt;'The Great Michael Phelps"&lt;br /&gt;First name : The Great&lt;br /&gt;Last Name : Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and AWESOME is spelled 'ossum' !&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!! , i mean, OSSUM !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4675651854294332297?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4675651854294332297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4675651854294332297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4675651854294332297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4675651854294332297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/fuckfuckfuckfuck.html' title='fuckfuckfuckfuck'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-4170837739758224289</id><published>2008-08-31T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:01:22.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate annoying kids</title><content type='html'>doesnt everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update : we broke up, so what?&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it was meant to last or anything&lt;br /&gt;but, oh well&lt;br /&gt;not like we could help it or anything&lt;br /&gt;we WERE going to break up sooner or later, so what're you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I gave the keychain thingy back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want a boyfriend anymore&lt;br /&gt;i shall stay single until Michael Phelps calls =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent been updating as frequently as i hoped&lt;br /&gt;conclusion : Michael Phelps kills brain cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.squarehippies.com/images/phelps/michael_phelps4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 459px;" src="http://www.squarehippies.com/images/phelps/michael_phelps4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he is SOOOO hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4170837739758224289?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4170837739758224289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4170837739758224289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4170837739758224289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4170837739758224289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-annoying-kids.html' title='i hate annoying kids'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2224829663400032921</id><published>2008-08-28T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:32:53.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two stars are brighter than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;this is real, this is me&lt;br /&gt;i'm exactly where i'm supposed to be&lt;/blockquote&gt;how i wish that was the case here&lt;br /&gt;wrote a long hate-filled post about Darren (aka, my so-called 'loyal, faithful' boyfriend)&lt;br /&gt;no, it's not fucking sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;for once here, i'm actually not blogging sarcastically&lt;br /&gt;yes, Darren is (or soon to be, WAS) my boyfriend (oh, surprised to hear that i have a boyfriend, are you?) *and yes, this WILL be a long-anticipated post about my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;no, Darren, i dont fucking care that you dont spend any time whatsoever with me (instead you're too busy talking to that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; whore&lt;/span&gt;, arent you?) and, yes, we did agree that we would not be like one of those &lt;u&gt;typical&lt;/u&gt; couples *you know who you are* and most importantly we would give each other LOADS of room, plenty of space for breathing and would not force each other to tell secrets. yes, i'm totally fine with all of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i HATE HATE HATE HATE CHEATERS !!!!!!!&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;hate hate hate hate hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, you do NOT want to piss me off right now, so just leave me fucking alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2224829663400032921?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2224829663400032921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2224829663400032921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2224829663400032921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2224829663400032921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-stars-are-brighter-than-one.html' title='two stars are brighter than one'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-4892135139239300629</id><published>2008-08-24T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:07:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Darren : You never blog about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;would it be TOO stereotypical to blog about him?&lt;br /&gt;dont really know, will let you know as soon as i confirm it with my sources =D&lt;br /&gt;since i'm all for anti-stereotypical now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular at Ikano &lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt;, like, seriously&lt;br /&gt;i was tempted to spend the entire day there finishing Breaking Dawn (then of course forcing mummy to buy it for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, (in my opinion, and loads of people are seriously going to hate me for this) i've read the first part of Breaking Dawn and, frankly, i think it &lt;u&gt;sucks&lt;/u&gt; [honest opinion here, people, dont bash me up just because of my opinion]&lt;br /&gt;i cant really give a whole proper review yet because havent finished the entire book yet (heck, maybe the next 2 parts will give me some sort of enlightenment apart from the disastrous part one) honestly though, what the heck was Stephanie Meyer thinking when she wrote the first part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Edward agrees to transform Bella into a vampire only after they've enjoyed a 'proper' honeymoon (complete with vampire-on-human sex, mind you) Edward gets a little wild in the sack; he shreds pillows and destroys the headboard of a bed during their coupling, and bruises Bella all over her body. and somehow almost magically Bella is transformed into an erotic-sex-craving pre-vampire [which i believe totally goes against the whole innocent image SM was going for in the first three books] Quote : ''I only remembered wanting him to hold me tighter, and being pleased when he did....'' to add on to that, Bella is impregnated with some demon-half-vampire child who grows at superhuman rate, can read thoughts in the womb, drinks blood in the uterus, and breaks Bella's ribs, pelvis, and spine from the inside. *okay fine, i accidentaly read spoilers on this part, but after this i stopped, i swear* (good job, Edward, really, good-fucking job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, part one was fucking disastrous (apart from the Edward buying a custom Mercedes Guardian for her part, i thought that was just fucking sweet) lets go on to part two shall we~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[still in process of reading mind you because i cant bring myself to spend more than half an hour staring at the computer screen painstakingly reading horrible-scanned pages of Breaking Dawn]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are so gonna hate me after this, but heck, you think i give a shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''He had the most beautiful soul, more beautiful than his brilliant mind or his incomparable face or his glorious body,''&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, excessive much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3a/ArtemisFowlTimeParadoxCover.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3a/ArtemisFowlTimeParadoxCover.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox -- hell yeah !!!&lt;br /&gt;still waiting and waiting for this book&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i'm not usually into books about overly intelligent tweens stealing fairy gold from fairies&lt;br /&gt;but, gosh, Artemis Fowl is just described as....GODLY&lt;br /&gt;the Artemis Fowl series beats SM's vampire series ANYTIME&lt;br /&gt;(plus there are no overbearing-psychotic-girlfriends *coughBellacough* in Artemis Fowl)&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THAT BOOK !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;get me that book and i'll SOOO marry you&lt;br /&gt;*not findable in Popular@Ikano, just a heads up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4892135139239300629?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4892135139239300629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4892135139239300629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4892135139239300629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4892135139239300629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/redemption.html' title='redemption'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-7206290859060445934</id><published>2008-08-23T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T00:31:07.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>hmm, i &lt;u&gt;could&lt;/u&gt; possibly make this post a really long-lengthy post about absolutely anything i can come up with&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;i can just fill up the entire page with *extremely unfindable online unless you're a pro, mind you* pics of the-irresistably-hot Michael Phelps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmm..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10481/phelps1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10481/phelps1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10481/phelps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10481/phelps3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10481/phelps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10481/phelps2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060130/normal_IMG_3180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 399px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060130/normal_IMG_3180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, how could you think otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i love him in those tight spandex outfits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no, i am not uploading his speedo picture&lt;br /&gt;but he DOES look smoking hot in those&lt;br /&gt;*droolsdroolsdrools*&lt;br /&gt;NO !!! the speedo picture is for MY eyes only !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060303/normal_IMG_6663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060303/normal_IMG_6663.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;P.S -- these pictures are incredibly hard to find and only I (the one and only pro cyber stalker) am capable of finding such pictures&lt;br /&gt;because didnt i mention that the internet always works in MY favor?&lt;br /&gt;muahaha, i love technology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know something is wrong when you spend the entire day fantasizing about michael phelps&lt;br /&gt;i should get myself admitted into the psych-ward, like, immediately before this whole fandom thing goes totally out of contr----whoops, too late =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lengthy post will be up soon -- (no it wont be a bitching post, although you all wish it will be, dont you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when it comes to bitching posts, no one does it better than me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon all the self-righteousness today&lt;br /&gt;the blog owner is currently fandomizing about Michael Phelps and cant be bothered about what her readers think of her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-7206290859060445934?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/7206290859060445934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=7206290859060445934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7206290859060445934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/7206290859060445934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='decisions, decisions'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-922350467746540019</id><published>2008-08-21T20:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:23:42.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stereotypes, dont you love them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;note : wearing a tube top does NOT make you trashy&lt;br /&gt;theres abit of insight for you, mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;theres some sort of force attracting me to the library nowadays....could it be the really really really hot guy (fine, maybe he's not that hot but heck he's the hottest one there *plus totally date-able*) just 'waiting' for me in the library? i swear to god i'm going to talk to him tomorrow like some idiot stranger (fuck, still cant find his name...blame mummy for signing out for me today) but yes, i will be fucking pissed off if i go there tomorrow and he's not there (well he was there on tuesday and today and probably on wednesday too so i'm taking my chances)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;MOVING BLOG&lt;/span&gt; soon&lt;br /&gt;because too many people know this blogs url&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i love seeing my blog get more and more hits everyday (half of which are contributed by myself but oh well)&lt;br /&gt;but it's just fucking scary not knowing who is/who isnt visiting your blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as soon as i get the htmls settled out, gosh dont you hate foreign blog templates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess it's partially my fault for wanting to be 'original-slash-non-stereotypical' because EVERYONE seems to have a blogger account nowadays and, dont get me wrong, probably 90% of the blogs out there are about pretty much the same thing *eg : oh, today we all went shopping blablablabla i went to sushiking for breakfast then another jap restaurant for lunch etcetcetc* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OR&lt;/u&gt; if preferred&lt;/span&gt; *cAn eWwW BelIf tI$ iSh akTU@l EnGLIS?* yeah, i'm not really all that hyped out about blogging as if my shift button has a mind of its own or anything like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, right, before i forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SK1oPQXHJLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uqZSDOSIpJ0/s1600-h/mphelps.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SK1oPQXHJLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uqZSDOSIpJ0/s320/mphelps.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236956553000985778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt; hottie?&lt;br /&gt;dont know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060709/normal_michael4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060709/normal_michael4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;any clue? at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060926/normal_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mrphelps.com/gallery/albums/wpw-20060926/normal_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omggg !!! those abs !!!! *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:200%;"&gt;I HEART YOU, MICHAEL PHELPS !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because he is such a hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and dont be stereotypical now and start liking Michael Phelps (because you'll never love him as much as i do &lt;--- lol) because people like that &lt;u&gt;sicken&lt;/u&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;(i never thought the day would come where i would use Michael Phelps and 'sicken' in the same sentence)&lt;br /&gt;heck, i dont care if he's totally hot to you now, DONT worship him (because again, i hate stereotypes) unless you totally worshiped him before reading this&lt;br /&gt;hate him, laugh at him, call him weird names, i dont care, as long as you dont love him =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*geez, that message didnt convey quite as well as i wanted it to....curse WMS for restricting my freedom of language*&lt;br /&gt;nahh, curse set3 english for restricting my writing freedom&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BLOODY &gt;350 WORDS, &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; 'WRITE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT SO LONG AS IT'S *quote*&lt;u&gt;MALAYSIAN&lt;/u&gt;*quote* STANDARD'&lt;br /&gt;i hate the essay paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note Queenie's attempt at making this blog post seem longer, although it really isnt&lt;/span&gt;&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/1547166525645241101-922350467746540019?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/922350467746540019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=922350467746540019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/922350467746540019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/922350467746540019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/stereotypes-dont-you-love-them.html' title='stereotypes, dont you love them?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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/_AkzziH6ce28/SK1oPQXHJLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/uqZSDOSIpJ0/s72-c/mphelps.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2985735262668497115</id><published>2008-08-18T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T19:09:11.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a travesty</title><content type='html'>no, i'm not referring to LeeChongWei (LCW from now on) although this is somewhat related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sure, you were all just SOOO excited when he got into the final weren't you? Because Msia would &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; (almost) get a shot at bringing home a gold from the Olympics. Sure, you're all fine with supporting Msian athletes...as long as they are winners. Since when does not-winning-a-gold-medal-but-winning-a-silver-instead not matter? it still IS major  as far as Msian accomplishments go. Since when do you only have to be a gold-medalist for getting recognition? heck, in my opinion LCW fought until the very end. it just so happened that LinDan absolutely glowing with confidence made him feel lesser of the two. and not to mention the extreme amount of pressure put on the poor guy. i mean, his name etched in history not-to-mention RM1 000 000 prize money if he got the gold medal? (hey, he got 300k, still pretty fucking good if you ask me) but still, what disgusts me the most is how people just so faithfully support LCW when he's on a high horse but instantly drops their support once he falls. Sure, he lost, but did you HEAR the chants at the arena? people were practically screaming LinDan's name throughout the arena, heck no number of Msian's screaming could match that. how much damage do you think it did to LCW in terms of morale? it's fucking ridiculous. sure, he lost, but that does not make him any less of a winner than he was before. and, yes, he lost the match, but he never gave up. isnt THAT what we want in a champion? not someone who wins all the way and is beaming with confidence (no offence to LinDan btw) but someone who actually keeps at it and doesnt give up? so yes, i think it fucking sucks how people are just so willing to keep throwing insults at someone just because he messed up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msia has a silver medal, be fucking proud of it. heck, msia could have left Beijing with no medals (like last year) but at least we have a medal to be proud of. think of all the other countries that didnt have medals. sure, we are nothing compared to China and USA in terms of medal tallies, but isnt one medal better than no medal at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop bashing LCW for nothing. he didnt win, but he is a Msian hero nonetheless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2985735262668497115?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2985735262668497115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2985735262668497115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2985735262668497115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2985735262668497115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-travesty.html' title='what a travesty'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-890767348776114546</id><published>2008-08-16T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:14:42.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what, did you want me to cry or something?</title><content type='html'>what, did you expect me to cry when he left?&lt;br /&gt;did you expect me to cry when he died?&lt;br /&gt;did you want me to cry when he broke up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm not the crying type&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i dont cry doesnt fucking mean i dont have feelings okay? i just cry when necessary (and no i dont think it's necessary to fucking cry when someone leaves you) whats the point? you're just wasting tears on that idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Lee : See la, that girl, never cry, bet she never even cared about him&lt;br /&gt;San : Yalor, and I thought she actually cared about that guy. Sad la, liking him just because he's rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh, i'm sorry, was i supposed to be emo/be depressed for the rest of the month or something? sure i was sad, who wouldnt be, it tore me apart, actually, but i got over it. heck, i just got over it faster than the rest of you crybabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, fine, i'm sorry that i dont cry, it's just &lt;u&gt;NOT ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, dont expect me to cry over him leaving me anytime soon (hasnt happened yet, but it's bound to happen sometime, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-890767348776114546?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/890767348776114546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1547166525645241101.post-8167749151712484127</id><published>2008-08-16T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:29:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta find you &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everytime I think I'm closer to the heart&lt;br /&gt;Of what it means to know just who I am&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally found a better place to start&lt;br /&gt;But no one ever seems to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you're not that far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the remedy I'm searchin' hard to find&lt;br /&gt;To fix the puzzle that I see inside&lt;br /&gt;Painting all my dreams the color of your smile&lt;br /&gt;When I find you it will be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to try to get to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Could it be you're not that far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;Cant find the words to say&lt;br /&gt;Spendin' all my time stuck in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Where you are is where I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Oh next to you, and you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Ohh...&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you (I need to find you)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Your the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you(I gotta find you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the voice I hear inside my head&lt;br /&gt;The reason that I'm singing&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you (I need to find you)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you (I gotta find you)&lt;br /&gt;Your the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;br /&gt;Yeaeaahhh&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tell me again why i'm addicted to Camp Rock?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, Camp Rock is just a ridiculous excuse for a 'musical'&lt;br /&gt;(oh wait, no, thats High School Musical)&lt;br /&gt;and wait, it's the Soundtrack i'm addicted to&lt;br /&gt;oh right, because Joe Jonas is &lt;u&gt;fucking&lt;/u&gt; hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas Brothers -- the poppy-rockband of the 21st century&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-8167749151712484127?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/8167749151712484127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=8167749151712484127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8167749151712484127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8167749151712484127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/gotta-find-you-3.html' title='gotta find you &lt;3'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2313655356771193361</id><published>2008-08-10T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:03:51.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i love you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;i loved her, and sometimes she loved me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she loved me, and sometimes i loved her too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Tonight I Can Write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(this is what taking English Lit classes does to you)&lt;br /&gt;god, i love all the soppy love poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hate myself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;(no, this time it's not because i think i'm fat/bitchy/fatter-than-everyone-else etc.etc)&lt;br /&gt;i'm a bad girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;i mean, a really really really bad girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;D : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Q : I love David Cook more =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week ago&lt;br /&gt;D : Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Q : I love Gavin DeGraw more =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days ago&lt;br /&gt;D : Do you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;Q : I love Jamie Oliver more (he can cook =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days ago&lt;br /&gt;D : Be honest, do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Q : To be honest -- i love Christian Bale more (what, he's freakin' Batman !!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&lt;br /&gt;D : Seriously now...do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Q : Nope, i love Fabian Hambuechen more&lt;br /&gt;D : .......why do i even bother asking in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;okay, fine, i'm &lt;u&gt;sorry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear to god i didnt mean it like that&lt;br /&gt;but you cant expect me to answer 'yes' every single fucking time you ask me that question !!!!&lt;br /&gt;are you so insecure that you need my confirmation everytime you ask that question????&lt;br /&gt;if i didnt love you, i wouldnt be with you in the first place !&lt;br /&gt;does &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; make sense????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so &lt;u&gt;what&lt;/u&gt; if i like ZY???&lt;br /&gt;you should know me better&lt;br /&gt;even if i like someone while i'm with you, theres nothing that i will do about it, honest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2313655356771193361?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2313655356771193361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2313655356771193361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2313655356771193361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2313655356771193361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-i-love-you.html' title='do i love you?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2926664193535518023</id><published>2008-08-09T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:53:38.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/51/Hellboy_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/51/Hellboy_2_poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellboy II was AWESOME !!!!&lt;br /&gt;love the entire concept of it (and here's my attempt at sounding intellectual)&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason I have this thing for Prince Nuada&lt;br /&gt;aka....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2088/2465382697_75725fbb6a.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2088/2465382697_75725fbb6a.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;well maybe i just have a thing for overly pale bleach blonde guys with strange accents?&lt;br /&gt;hmm, maybe~~&lt;br /&gt;well, that explains why Draco Malfoy is my favourite Harry Potter character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.wikia.com/harrypotter/images/thumb/0/01/Draco_Malfoy_PoA.jpg/317px-Draco_Malfoy_PoA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.wikia.com/harrypotter/images/thumb/0/01/Draco_Malfoy_PoA.jpg/317px-Draco_Malfoy_PoA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or maybe i just have this affinity to the bad-guys&lt;br /&gt;hmm, we'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, maybe that's why i prefer Jacob than Edward&lt;br /&gt;although technically Jacob isnt a 'bad guy'&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcement :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;I LIKE ZY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(zindee, it's your turn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2926664193535518023?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-1547166525645241101.post-6053481633536494244</id><published>2008-08-02T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:27:15.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll miss singapore</title><content type='html'>tonight's the last night.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad...definitely.....&lt;br /&gt;the last few days were, like, wow.....&lt;br /&gt;and now this trip is coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss everyone here&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss Sammie&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss Sammie's parents&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss Sammie's dogs.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss every single thing about Singapore......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the shopping...gosh i love the shopping.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Sammie -- i'll miss you darling, you better damn make sure that you visit me in Msia. and when you visit, make sure you wear the 'I &lt;3 Malaysia' shirt that i got for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Auntie (aka Sammie's mum) -- thank you for your hospitality. you really made me feel as if i was one of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Uncle (aka Sammie's dad) -- thank you for your hospitality (as well) and good luck trying to get taller than me (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've probably read the note i've left already (if you havent, it's on the notebook on the table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for having me and i really look forward to getting to meet you in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUACKS !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6053481633536494244?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6053481633536494244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-1547166525645241101.post-2114471252740418561</id><published>2008-08-01T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:57:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish wms was more like XinMin</title><content type='html'>*if you're wondering why i'm blogging, it's because my host's internet connection is AMAZING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm serious, AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;take streamyx's speed multiplied by a hundred =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the teachers were purposely being mean when they chose "XinMin Secondary" as our hosting school&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda like the sort of school you'd never expect WMS to be like&lt;br /&gt;1. their school skirt is ABOVE THE KNEE&lt;br /&gt;2. the teachers dont give a shit about whether you clip up your hair or not (heck, you could go around like pontianak and no one would care)&lt;br /&gt;3. all the teachers are YOUNG !!!! (probably &lt;40 years or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think Ganesh was just being plain mean when he chose this school&lt;br /&gt;well, at LEAST choose some cacat-ed school so that WE could feel priveledged to attend WMS right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is free-day (at long last) but my host is sick and hallucinating *needs to get used to her screaming at me for nothing* plus the performance is tomorrow and i'm supposed to throw 2 roses onto the stage for the emcee *wheeee.......* f***, the kid's sec 2, what kind of impression am i going to show off here. but it just so happens that the guy who &lt;s&gt;i stole the roses from&lt;/s&gt; gave me the roses just happened to be a sick pessimistic bastard who loves arguing -- then again, i'm always up for an arguing challenge, arent i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gonna heena-tattoo myself a wee-bit more and youtube until i fall asleep on the comp, gosh, i love singapore)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2114471252740418561?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2114471252740418561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2114471252740418561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2114471252740418561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2114471252740418561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wish-wms-was-more-like-xinmin.html' title='i wish wms was more like XinMin'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2026729487304850074</id><published>2008-07-27T19:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:51:42.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-pre blog closure announcement</title><content type='html'>i shall now take some time to reply anonymous comments left for me over the time my blog existed (the quotes might not be 100% accurate because i'm just quoting from memory and my memory is as good as an elephant with amnesia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;thinks youre pathetic&lt;/b&gt;: whoever masde this pasge has too much time and needs a life&lt;/blockquote&gt; first of all, LEARN HOW TO FUCKING SPELL, YOU RETARD !!!!!! and if you dont have any guts at all to leave at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; a name (to which i can refer to) then dont even bother visiting my page. and yes, i do agree that i have too much time on my hands, but that is not something for you to comment about nor is it something that i should pay any attention to. so why the hell am i wasting my precious time replying your comment right now? well because i think you're a fucking fucktard (and also to prevent fucktards from you from visiting my blog ever again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...i should really get started on inventing the whole new way of blog-privacy-ing (yes, i know that it's already been invented but, heck, i dont like blogger's privacy system so i'm gonna invent my own blog-privacy-ing that will automatically block the people i hate from reading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt2"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;yy&lt;/b&gt;: pathetic useless piece of **** ***** that owns this blog...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;yyi&lt;/b&gt;: btw,your english sucks,try not to be a wannabe,its really agonizing,looking at your words,some don't even make sense &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;really? MY english sucks? well you're just a fucking retard for not understanding the words i write in the first place. here's a tip, the next time you read a blog, make sure it's age appropriate for you (you know, like for readers 5 &amp;amp; up) since you have SO much difficulty reading my blog. and please note, i am ANYTHING but a wannabe, heck, i am the ANTI-wannabe, so dont immediately stereotype me just because of the way i blog. you sure as hell know nothing about me, so dont even bother, you'll just make an effing fool of yourself, slutbag (thats right, i said slutbag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="dtxt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: thanks for *****ing about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: i am honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: anyway leon and i are not together thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: tengyi, i just did not backstab you guys. you just misinterpret me and you just go on saying about me. if you don't understand me, shut up, okay. please. i don't want to argue with you. i just said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: that i think that is how a wesleyan is. just 'think'. maybe they are way better than what i think. i know you don't understand me but oh well. its not like i don't know anything ok. i know i have no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: brains. at least you have a better one than me, right? you can say that i am backstabbing everyone. who said, i like everyone. not everyone is perfect, ok. i just said some. I DID NOT SAY ALL. if you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: don't understand, sorry lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: and sorry, i wasn't meaning wesleyans with crappy attitude. if all are with crappy attitude, i'd rather go and die. please don't misinterpret what one is saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: IF you know all the facts, i wouldn't be blogging, TENG YI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: and if you hate the school, its your choice. i don't hate the school. the school is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;: in fact, its way better than my school, thank you. since you like to ***** *yawns*, go ahead la. its not like i can stop you though.&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh, god, i love this comment the most (you all should know who it is) fyi i censored the name because it would be oh-so-predictable if i just left the name there like that and you all would automatically guess who it was *cough*fish-ym*cough*&lt;br /&gt;gosh, so where do i start? i know, i know, i'm not usually one to start bringing up things that had happened in the past, but gosh, since you are SO 'honoured' about me bitching about you, well i really have no other option to comply, do i? (you know, just to satisfy you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(alot of people are going to hate me after reading this but just keep in mind that this post was supposed to be posted all the way back in April so bear with me for a moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so first of all, in the beginning you say "if (i) dont understand (you) ,shut up, okay" i mean, yeah, it's understandable, you dont want people bitching about you (heck, who DOES?) so you go on the whole "oh, you misinterpreted my words" fiasco. really, have you been reading the politics section of the newspapers lately? because you seem to use that phrase very well if i may say so myself. yeah, fine, even I would be pissed off reading an Anti-Queenie blog (still looking for it btw, wanna give me the link anytime soon?) but the only difference between you and i, (okay, fine, maybe not 'only' difference, more of 'one of the many' difference(s)) is that i can actually accept criticism and harsh words (heck, i was practically brought up to take a punch) i wont effing go crying off to my best friend just because some bimbo bitched about me, imagine ME? CRYING?? unlikely. then (oh, my favourite part) you say "since you like to ***** *yawns*, go ahead la. its not like i can stop you though." well, thank you very much, fish, i think i WILL go ahead and bitch about you, since now you're totally fine about it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing, i DONT, i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONT &lt;/span&gt;misunderstand people. i like to think of myself as always being right (unless of course it's one of those super-ultra-rare occasions where i actually AM wrong, but heck at least i have enough courage to admit it, right?) heck, i RARELY misunderstand people, it's just one of my traits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and (my other favourite part), you say that "that i think that is how a wesleyan is" and then after that you go ahead and say "i did not mean ALL of them are like that". well then tell me one thing, I'M a wesleyan, right? and you clearly stated, "i think wesleyans are a bunch of crappy people with crappy attitude" so, no, i've read it over and over again, i DONT think i've misunderstood anything, AT ALL. it's YOUR fault for not writing there "except SOME of them" but NOOO, you just HAVE to play the &lt;u&gt;blame&lt;/u&gt; game going all "oh, boohoo, she misinterpreted me sobsobsob" BLAME YOUR FUCKING SELF BEFORE YOU FUCKING BLAME OTHER PEOPLE FOR YOUR MISTAKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...i need to get rid of my inner-bitch...i think it's slowly taking over my anti-bitch side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, that's right, i AM a bitch&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEE~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2026729487304850074?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2026729487304850074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2026729487304850074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2026729487304850074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2026729487304850074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-pre-blog-closure-announcement.html' title='post-pre blog closure announcement'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2304615357571835001</id><published>2008-07-26T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:06:23.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mental block</title><content type='html'>i need something to blog about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SIs2h5Yo-4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/y839pIi0_FM/s1600-h/crosscountry2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SIs2h5Yo-4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/y839pIi0_FM/s400/crosscountry2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227331748461345666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before i go back to photoshopping again&lt;br /&gt;and drive sinyee crazy with my countless attempts of making half-decent event pages of hivawareness/cross country&lt;br /&gt;THIS is a result of not 'exploring' photoshop ever since December hols&lt;br /&gt;curse my photoshop skills (or lack of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Things to do when you're bored&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. attempt to try to understand DOTA (still not getting whats the big hoo-ha of walking around killing monsters blablabla~)&lt;br /&gt;2. do digital scrapbooking (wheee~)&lt;br /&gt;3. read Harry Potter !!! (because you just cant get enough of J.K. Rowling's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; amazing&lt;/span&gt; (i repeat, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;) work&lt;br /&gt;4. headbang to incredibly catchy music (curse Timbaland's magical ears)&lt;br /&gt;5. sms your boyfriend repeatedly until he replies (while he's doing his 'studying' for some 'major' examination)&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;s&gt;study&lt;/s&gt; (naah) blame the f-ing government for banning LP from coming to M'sia just because their album contains swearing (as if Avril/Daughtry dont swear!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. listen to That's Not My Name over and over again till you eventually get sick of it...then listen to it again..and again..again&lt;br /&gt;8. oh, right, didnt i say i was closing my blog?&lt;br /&gt;9. mentally plan what to bring to Sg&lt;br /&gt;10. CHARLIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE !!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;11. .....blog.....&lt;br /&gt;12. read other people's blogs (of course since practically everyone is blogging nowadays - mostly all about the same things - all you have to do is read one of their blogs and you've pretty much read the rest of them)&lt;br /&gt;13. quote from my bitching blog =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the thing about two-faced-ness. what is a two-face? a person who acts like an angel in front of a person but then turns into a complete different person when he/she is away from the other person. bitch, you are nothing but a bloody hypocrite. you act all goody-goody in front of us in school but then once we turn our backs, you talk shit about us as well, and your 2nd blog is just pure proof of it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;man, &lt;s&gt;was&lt;/s&gt; am i REALLY that much of a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;heck, i wanna bitch like that again&lt;br /&gt;but really, i wont find anyone nearly as fun to bitch about ever again&lt;br /&gt;isnt it FUN to bitch about people?? =D&lt;br /&gt;especially when you KNOW the person you're bitching about is reading&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* good times....good times......&lt;br /&gt;i should SO pick a verbal fight with someone&lt;br /&gt;i would SO win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone asked "why do you like to bitch about people so much? lifeless ar?"&lt;br /&gt;no, my friend, i am not lifeless, heck i pretty much have more of a life than those people i bitch about anyway. but here's a fact, i hate bitches, i hate hate hate hate them with every fibre of my body (and i have a pretty big body) and so what do i do when i hate someone? bitch about them of course, it's perfect natural instinct. and yeah, i dont really give a damn about what people think about me (frankly, it's what I think of me that's important) so if i feel that bitching about someone is the right thing to do, then hell of course i'd do it =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;because i dont care about other people's opinions&lt;/blockquote&gt;and another one (whose name i will not mention because this will remain an anonymous blog) says "i dont see why the hell anyone would want to be your boyfriend, you're such a bitch" well, anonymous person whose opinion i dont really care about, frankly even I dont know why he's with me (refer to my last post about low self esteem/not knowing why i started dating anyway) and fine, maybe i DO tend to couple just because i want a boyfriend and not because i actually like the person, but heck, it's my f-ing life (family-oriented blog =P) i do whatever the hell i want with my life. and if there is some guy out there who just happens to like the same things i like and just happens to *quote*LIKE*unquote* me, then heck who am I to complain, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss this part of blogging the most...you know, typing continuously and then reading back to see what you've written and realising "hey, this is pretty f-ing good"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so farewell, blog, our memories were irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message to Queenie-haters : you havent seen the last of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2304615357571835001?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2304615357571835001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2304615357571835001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2304615357571835001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2304615357571835001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/mental-block.html' title='mental block'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SIs2h5Yo-4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/y839pIi0_FM/s72-c/crosscountry2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2602812504804167102</id><published>2008-07-20T08:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T08:56:35.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answers part V</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;say it again for me, cause i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i'm the only one who blows your mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;i wanna watch the Dark Knight&lt;br /&gt;(anyone? anyone????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swore to god to never &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; post emo posts ever again&lt;br /&gt;but as you can see in my last post, i've failed you yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall drown my sorrow is Desperate Housewives marathon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2602812504804167102?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2602812504804167102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2602812504804167102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2602812504804167102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2602812504804167102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/answers-part-v.html' title='answers part V'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1167774006768807063</id><published>2008-07-18T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T23:35:23.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answers part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;isnt it strange, how quickly things change&lt;br /&gt;in a blink of an eye, the thing you loved the most&lt;br /&gt;could be gone forever, just like that&lt;/blockquote&gt;wasnt it weird, meeting each other for the first time after not seeing each other for &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; long&lt;br /&gt;wasnt it weird, looking into his eyes and knowing that he's returned a changed person&lt;br /&gt;wasnt it weird, that we no longer knew what were the 'right' things to say to each other&lt;br /&gt;wasnt it weird, how we had nothing much in common anymore&lt;br /&gt;wasnt it weird, not knowing about each other, acting as if we were strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed that part of you....where have you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;you talk different&lt;br /&gt;you act different&lt;br /&gt;you walk different&lt;br /&gt;you sound different&lt;br /&gt;you look different&lt;br /&gt;you seem different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;or is this all just an illusion&lt;br /&gt;a subconscious part of me that doesnt want to see the real you back again&lt;br /&gt;so it replaces you with a stranger&lt;br /&gt;a stranger i've never met&lt;br /&gt;a stranger whose name i've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;and stranger whom i no longer care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've changed&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's me&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're no longer the person i thought i knew&lt;br /&gt;mayby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M&lt;/span&gt; no longer the person &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;this separation period did nothing for us&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave then?&lt;br /&gt;is it fair to say that maybe all the heartbreak we went through&lt;br /&gt;all of that...was for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was this how you wanted it to be all along?&lt;br /&gt;did you want me to forget you?&lt;br /&gt;did you want me to forget the person i'd longed to see for god-knows-how long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;well it worked, definitely&lt;br /&gt;you're a stranger to me&lt;br /&gt;a complete, utterly unknown stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've had your part to play&lt;br /&gt;and i've had mine&lt;br /&gt;maybe what you said was true&lt;br /&gt;that long-distance friendships werent meant to last after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny though&lt;br /&gt;how after so long of not being in contact&lt;br /&gt;the only words you managed to choke out was a simple "hi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this is the life you've chosen to live, then so be it&lt;br /&gt;i just dont want to have any part in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so long, my old friend&lt;br /&gt;i guess it wasnt meant to be this way after all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;people never change&lt;br /&gt;their outlook, personalities and questions&lt;br /&gt;but the one thing you can never depend on&lt;br /&gt;is the change of heart&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mood : emo, very&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/1547166525645241101-1167774006768807063?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1167774006768807063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1167774006768807063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1167774006768807063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1167774006768807063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/answers-part-iv.html' title='answers part IV'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6505391629635802886</id><published>2008-07-18T15:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:45:43.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed off</title><content type='html'>i cant stand people who abandon their friends for guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff' said&lt;br /&gt;pissed off (VERY)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6505391629635802886?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6505391629635802886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6505391629635802886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6505391629635802886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6505391629635802886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1853208823391154977</id><published>2008-07-16T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:58:13.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answers part 3 1/2</title><content type='html'>help me, i'm addicted to New Moon&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, the beginning is &lt;u&gt;crap&lt;/u&gt; i swear to god if i read another line of Bella emo-ing because it feels like 'her heart was shattered into millions of pieces' or any other kind of shit like that i'm swearing never to break up with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;[Stephenie Meyer] portrayed her [Bella], either intentionally or not, as a selfish user who seemed to only be able to exist with the help of a man in her life."&lt;/blockquote&gt;i mean, DUH, Bella IS fucking selfish in the book. i mean, first she gets Jacob totally smitten on her and then practically MAKES Jacob fall for her. and it's so ridiculous because she is using Jacob so that she can hear Edward's voice. really, how selfish can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but honestly, i LIKE the Bella/Jacob combo. i mean, sure, most would think that Bella/Edward were SOULMATES or something like that but, heck, if Edward didnt exist, Jacob would pretty much be Edward's replacement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; close to finishing the book (note the emphasis on 'this') DAMNIT I WANNA READ ECLIPSE !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats, zindee, you've officially got me hooked on Vampire romance stories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1853208823391154977?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1853208823391154977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1853208823391154977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1853208823391154977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1853208823391154977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/answers-part-3-12.html' title='answers part 3 1/2'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-163879339175735358</id><published>2008-07-13T08:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T08:53:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intermission</title><content type='html'>just a short celebration before the 'farewell' post starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SHlRlcHbdDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/bsTydURHak4/s1600-h/2008_7_12_22.55.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SHlRlcHbdDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/bsTydURHak4/s400/2008_7_12_22.55.45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222294946557162546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH !!! LVL 20 BITCH !!! I WILL MURDER YOU !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(and if you're wondering, i changed my face because the whole *oh look at me with big sparkly eyes and stupid smile* look wasnt really working out for me, yeah, so now i get a stoning face =D)&lt;br /&gt;(note : answers part III will be updated tonight *or whenever i feel free/have something to talk about*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-163879339175735358?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/163879339175735358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=163879339175735358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/163879339175735358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/163879339175735358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/intermission.html' title='intermission'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SHlRlcHbdDI/AAAAAAAAAg8/bsTydURHak4/s72-c/2008_7_12_22.55.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-2338380131113112376</id><published>2008-07-12T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:03:09.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answers part II</title><content type='html'>oh come ON, did you really think you'd get rid of me &lt;u&gt;that&lt;/u&gt; easily?&lt;br /&gt;(oh, that right, she's back, bitch, and there aint nothing you can do about it)&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, i WAS considering closing down this blog for, like, a moment or two (and decided it WOULD probably be a good idea to close it down for a moment, you know, since there are so many Queenie-haters out there in the world who would probably LOVE to see this blog burst into flames) but frankly speaking, closing down this blog would probably just GIVE those Queenie-haters what they want, right? i mean, theres probably going to be this huge celebration thing just because i closed down my blog (hey, heads up, just because i'm closing down my blog doesnt mean that the bitchfest is going to stop anytime soon) and, yes, i DO think i am that important (see, i have a very self-indulgent part of myself that just wont seem to go away, so whatever i do it's always me &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; and ME so, yes, i DO think i am just that darn important and theres not a damn thing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, NOT closing down this blog would probably just give Queenie-haters all over the world the satisfaction of knowing that they can affect me &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; easily (ahh, see, the beauty of reverse psychology, i should do a degree in psychology, i really should)&lt;br /&gt;so as you can see i'm sorta stuck in a predicament here -- close down my blog and every Queenie-hater out there will celebrate me leaving the blogging atmosphere FOREVER (okay, fine maybe not 'forever' who knows i might be a famous blogger one day *winkwink*) or NOT close down my blog and Queenie-haters out there will be like "HAH !!! SHE'S AFFECTED BY OUR ACTIONS" so basically it's a lose-lose situation here for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to close down or not to close down, that is the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is where i stand right now, just basically rambling on whatever is inside my head (or whatever inside my head that i can actually make any sense out of) why is it that i do my best blogging when i'm on the verge of closing down my blog? ironic, isnt it? i mean, usually i'll be practically dying just trying to get a post like this but in just 10 minutes, *poof* long but totally senseful blogpost appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i should consider closing down my blog more often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more rantings to come in approximately 40 minutes-to-never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha, see what i just did there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man how the hell am i going to outsmart those Queenie-hates&lt;br /&gt;i mean, they probably have an army or something out there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2338380131113112376?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2338380131113112376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2338380131113112376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2338380131113112376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2338380131113112376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/answers-part-ii.html' title='answers part II'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3590317449822514966</id><published>2008-07-12T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:13:22.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Lets go out on Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, okay, who else is going?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, Darren, _____, Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh then i dont want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Lol, why?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, because ____ is going? you should know me right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you always so reluctant to go out when he's coming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Erm..because he's my ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;So?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Erm..what part of 'he's my ex' dont you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Random person&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;really, is it REALLY me being a bitch if i dont want to be around that very person that shattered my heart into bits of pieces by cheating on me? Or is it YOU being a bitch for forcing me to face the one person whom i clearly am not ready to face yet because, really, you're lacking in logic here, bitching about how 'i abandoned you and made you go out with 4 other guys and you got screwed by your parents for it' heck, if you knew your parents would get all hyped out about you going out withh 4 guys then why the hell did you go out with them in the first place? mind you, you arent the only person here with over-paranoid parents (how do you think MY parents would have felt if i told them that i was going out with a girl and 4 other guys?) and the fact is if I went out with you guys in the first place wouldnt you think there would be at least a &lt;u&gt;little&lt;/u&gt; sense of awkwardness to it? you know, my ex, the one guy without any guts to at least tell me the truth and two other guys who i had no clue about. and it is just so ridiculous how you're going on calling me a bitch and sending me an anonymous sms saying 'everyone hates you, face it' because, frankly, i dont fucking care about people hating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am probably the person with the least friends right now&lt;br /&gt;you know, apart from the gang members who are practically 'forced' to interact with me (heck, bitch about me all you want, i aint going nowhere)&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i guess i am just naturally bitchy in a way&lt;br /&gt;i am oversensitive, overparanoid, and i couldnt care less about what other people say about me&lt;br /&gt;heck, if there was an Anti-Queenie force I would probably join it&lt;br /&gt;here's a fact, even i would hate me&lt;br /&gt;but i dont&lt;br /&gt;because here's another fact about me, i dont give a shit about anything (well, except for the things that really matter of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, no, i myself dont even know why i started dating in the first place. that was probably a really really really bad idea in the first place (not to say that i regret it, i mean, i love having someone there that actually cares about you) but maybe if i hadnt started dating so early i would probably be less of a bitch at the moment (plus i wouldnt have to experience all the trauma and heartbreak of the first few failed relationships)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and frankly, i dont even know why those guys wanted to date me in the past, i mean, look at me, is there even anything remotely attractive about me?&lt;br /&gt;(for those who dont know me, here is a mental description of myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm fat, i'm super-tall, i wear idiot glasses (which i am not planning of getting rid of btw), my hair is never neat, i have a humongous rounded face which doesnt look good at any angles (the rumor about how a certain angle can make even the ugliest people look good is so obviously false), i have pimples that i can never seem to get rid of, my eyebrows are misshaped, my nose is too fat, i have a double chin whenever i bend my face inwards (heck i have a double chin even if i DONT do that), i have a short nect, too-broad shoulders, my boobs are nothing much to talk about, my body shape is anything-but hourglass like, i have stubby fingers, a huge belly and cellulite has completely taken over my thighs&lt;/blockquote&gt;so, yes, forgive me for having such a low self-esteem level because, quite frankly, theres nothing about my body to be even remotely excited about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go, the very last post of my blog (or maybe not, we'll see)&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost a year and a half since i started this blog and, frankly, i like the way this has turned out&lt;br /&gt;as for all the bitches out there that i hate ever so much, dont worry, your names will still be featured in my postings (in my bitching blog, where all the bitchiness belongs) if i ever decide to update that blog that is&lt;br /&gt;and, yes, i do realise that i bitch alot, well i cant really help it can i? not when the world is full of idiots just waiting to be bitched about so that they can act all perasan-ted and idiotic to the point that it really stresses out the bitch-er in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, 17 months and numerous url changes later, what have i learnt thus far?&lt;br /&gt;well, for one, the world is full of idiots&lt;br /&gt;and dealing with them is just hell&lt;br /&gt;but, heck, we love bitching about their idiocy anyways&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, readers&lt;br /&gt;thanks for hanging along after so long&lt;br /&gt;(except for the retarded ones *you know who i'm talking about* you can go to hell for all i care)&lt;br /&gt;it's been a wild ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3590317449822514966?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3590317449822514966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3590317449822514966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3590317449822514966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3590317449822514966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/answers.html' title='answers'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-299091143054387703</id><published>2008-07-12T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:44:55.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchfest much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/hellboy2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/hellboy2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Leto,_Jared/gallery/DGG-001063/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.starpulse.com/Actors/Leto,_Jared/gallery/DGG-001063/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much in a blogging mood at the moment so i am just going to copy whatever's good in my brother's blog and paste it here and claim it as my own (you know, seeing as how whatever shit he wrote there is, like, 10 times better than what i can come up with anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from vc's blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1547166525645241101"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt; for my brother's shameless self-promotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;(30th June 2008)&lt;br /&gt;2) Former Deputy Prime Minister Anwar Ibrahim has taken up refuge in the Turkish embassy over fears for his personal safety. This come about just two days after reports alleging the Anwar had supposedly sodomised a 23 year old aide of his SO BAD that the boy was hospitalised..... OHMYGOD. Which leads me to believe two things, (a) if Anwar is indeed being set up, they sure aren't being very creative about it&lt;br /&gt;(b) to be HOSPITALIZED? Is Anwar hung like a f**king horse? Is he lying face-down on his hospital bed too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It wouldn't quite be me if I forget to mention exactly how much of a dumbass this kid is. Consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem 1 06/07 GPA 1.0,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem 2 GPA 0.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGPA for early 2008, 1.69.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... and the flippin' genius here wants to be an astronaut, or a pilot. Did I mention he was a scholar too? Btw, by U.S terms this boy struggled to achieve a "D" in his first year. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how the hell do you get a 0.8 GPA? i mean, even a fucking retard can get at least a 1.2 (i think =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question : What does Queenie plus AuditionSea equal to?&lt;br /&gt;well it aint pretty, thats for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like giving up on this whole blogging business&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i feel like blogging has just got to a point of pure stupidity&lt;br /&gt;everyone (and i do mean EVERYONE) nowadays has a blog -- trying to fit into the 'in' crowd much?&lt;br /&gt;note : just because you own a fucking blog doesnt make you 'not-outdated'&lt;br /&gt;and please note, unless you get at &lt;u&gt;least&lt;/u&gt; a 4B (or B4 whatever) for english, &lt;u&gt;please&lt;/u&gt; stay away from the blogging world&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, blogger should ban people with bad english from blogging (unless you're blogging in a different language or whatever, then it's totally acceptable)&lt;br /&gt;and, no, just because you're 'bored' or whatever doesnt give you the excuse to 'accidentally' stumble upon 'blogger.com' and unconsciously click the 'sign up' button&lt;br /&gt;another note, if you DO own a blog, refrain from owning slightly suggestive/offensive/just-plain-stupid urls&lt;br /&gt;yeesh, the fact is&lt;br /&gt;not everyone can own a blog&lt;br /&gt;(my fellow haters who are currently going "Oh, you think your blogging so good issit?" my reply is, yes, yes i DO think my blogging is considerably better than the crap that all of YOU write)&lt;br /&gt;ooohh, what was that?? BUUUURRNN !!!!! (courtesy of explosm.net) &lt;a href="http://explosm.net/comics/1328/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/hellboy2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 254px;" src="http://www.worstpreviews.com/images/hellboy2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hellboy 2, i SOOO want to watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will (possibly) be my last post&lt;br /&gt;dont mourn for my blog, it has had a good life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-299091143054387703?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/299091143054387703/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-1547166525645241101.post-3337800527133260759</id><published>2008-07-11T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T18:47:52.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe we're just trying too hard</title><content type='html'>maybe we were wrong about being together&lt;br /&gt;maybe we werent meant to be together after all&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was all just a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;maybe we're just trying too hard to be the 'perfect couple'&lt;br /&gt;i cant do this anymore&lt;br /&gt;not if you cant trust me enough&lt;br /&gt;so what if i talk about ZY almost all the time&lt;br /&gt;you should know it doesnt matter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3337800527133260759?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3337800527133260759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3337800527133260759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3337800527133260759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3337800527133260759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-were-just-trying-too-hard.html' title='maybe we&apos;re just trying too hard'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-5623614576565936489</id><published>2008-07-09T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:49:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you let the heart win</title><content type='html'>emo-ness is spreading all around&lt;br /&gt;gosh, people need to learn to be more original nowadays&lt;br /&gt;i mean, first SOMEONE starts a blog and pretty soon EVERYONE owns a blog&lt;br /&gt;heck, even people who do not have the qualifications to own a blog own a blog&lt;br /&gt;and whatever happened to then good old times where being emo meant that you were a castoff/freakshow?&lt;br /&gt;you know, emo used to be &lt;u&gt;COOL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's just....urgh...common&lt;br /&gt;everyone is not referring to themselves as 'emo'&lt;br /&gt;the term 'emo' has been stripped of its root meaning&lt;br /&gt;just because you fucking get bangs and brush them off to one side and wear heavy eyeliner doesnt mean you're freakin' qualified to be emo&lt;br /&gt;yeesh, i dont want to be emo anymore&lt;br /&gt;i shall now refer to myself as 'emotionally unstable'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you get when you wiki 'romeo and juliet'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;a name="Answer" class="h2heading answer h2" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; Shakespeare never specifies an age in the play for Romeo. Many people have assumed that he was about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;, since Juliet's character is identified as being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People married much earlier in those days, and also had a shorter life span, but even so, Romeo's character seems to be immature. He is undoubtedly young, but how young Shakespeare never says.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;Jesus, they got married when they were f-ing teenagers&lt;br /&gt;cant imagine a guy getting married to a 13-year old girl&lt;br /&gt;i mean, god, girls dont even reach puberty by then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, thats true love&lt;br /&gt;to kill yourself just because the one you love died&lt;br /&gt;even I wont f-ing do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuck, homeworkhomeworkhomework&lt;br /&gt;plus theres &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares&lt;/span&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;plus havent even started thinking about 'activities' for Farewell&lt;br /&gt;life sucks, period&lt;br /&gt;i am NOT being emo here !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5623614576565936489?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5623614576565936489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5623614576565936489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5623614576565936489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5623614576565936489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-you-let-heart-win.html' title='when you let the heart win'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-8949099885996779230</id><published>2008-07-08T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:08:24.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>68 is my new favourite number</title><content type='html'>To do list :~&lt;br /&gt;i) &lt;s&gt;Bio presentation&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) &lt;s&gt;BM Komsas&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii) &lt;s&gt;Whatever other BM homework that i missed out because i was painting today&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iv) &lt;s&gt;re-retype proposal&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v) Mdm Hema's birthday card&lt;br /&gt;vi) &lt;s&gt;Add Maths (duh)&lt;/s&gt; who f-ing gives a shit&lt;br /&gt;vii) Sejarah notes&lt;br /&gt;viii) understand f-ing chemistry&lt;br /&gt;viv) &lt;s&gt;drool over *ZY*'s perfect abs&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x) mentally prepare myself for PTM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRB in never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;god help me i want to pass out from exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Bio presentation DONE!!! finally&lt;br /&gt;*hates the idiot who made our group go first*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grand Theft Autumn&lt;/span&gt; is GENIUS !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-8949099885996779230?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/8949099885996779230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=8949099885996779230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8949099885996779230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/8949099885996779230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/68-is-my-new-favourite-number.html' title='68 is my new favourite number'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-5601740673458098379</id><published>2008-07-07T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:01:18.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really, is the world THAT stupid?</title><content type='html'>*i wanna learn how to do the 'death stare'. it would be SO cool staring down someone =D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bitchfest*&lt;br /&gt;really though, out of ALL people, you suspect ME???? ME, really&lt;br /&gt;it just proves how really lacking in logic you really are&lt;br /&gt;so before you go ahead and report to Matthews about me apparently 'stealing' your phone, why dont you look at this logically for a moment before clumsily jumping into conclusions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1 . Why do you think i was nowhere to be seen when it was 'group activity' time although my name WAS in your group listing (yes, i was in Group 4 -- surprise, surprise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was PAINTING ****tard !!!!! i was bloody PAINTING outside the office right from 11:00am on Saturday morning till 8:00 pm at night and i was bloody up at 8:30am the next morning painting. So tell me, when would i have even found time to apparently 'steal' your phone? why dont you go ahead and ask everyone in the famine? i was &lt;u&gt;sitting&lt;/u&gt; there the entire time PAINTING, not bloody plotting ways to 'steal' your phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2. Why the hell would i want to 'steal' your phone in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what, you think i'm &lt;u&gt;THAT&lt;/u&gt; desperate? you think I dont own my own phone? in case you didnt notice, i HAVE a phone, and, no, i dont bloody give a shit about what phone model other people own because, frankly, IMO, the phone serves only 1 purpose *sms'ing and calling other people* so why the hell would i want YOUR phone anyway? i'm not that insecure/self-conscious enough to even want your phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3. What, you think you are THAT important in my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, do you think that you are even relevant in my life, at &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt;? so much so that i have to 'steal' your phone just to prove a point? oh lookie here, i 'stole' her phone, wow that makes me feel SO awesome right now, right? really, i'm going to set the record straight here. you are about as relevant to me as a black dot. a black dot just standing there doing nothing. yes, you are a black dot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4. Even if i DID 'steal' your phone, dont you think i would have given it back to you by now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or dont you think my mum would have somehow 'discovered' a new phone in my room and wonder where it mysteriously appeared from? nuff' said, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5. Do you REALLY think i am THAT stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, there are around 100 famine participants. What makes you think i am actually stupid enough to take your phone while there are 100 people around? Yeah, sure, 100 other people just makes me SO MUCH MORE UNSUSPECTABLE, doesnt it? i mean, sure, if it's a normal school day, the odds of getting caught are, like, 1 in 900, but CAMP???? you actually expect ME to 'steal' YOUR phone during CAMP????? who do YOU think you are? even if i WANTED to 'steal' a phone i probably wouldnt steal yours in the first place&lt;/blockquote&gt;oh, please, i can SO think of SO many more ways to defend myself (plus there are, like, 20 witnesses proving my innocence right here)&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead and make your report, really&lt;br /&gt;the fact is i know i'm innocent and i sure as hell know that i didnt steal your phone&lt;br /&gt;so if you report me basically you'll just be wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;precious time that can actually be spent doing something productive like, say, finding out who REALLY stole your phone&lt;br /&gt;it's pointless suspecting me (or ZinDee for that fact, leave her f**king out of this) because we can sure as hell prove we're innocent&lt;br /&gt;so please, just use a little bit of your common sense&lt;br /&gt;it's for your own f**king good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-5601740673458098379?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/5601740673458098379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=5601740673458098379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5601740673458098379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/5601740673458098379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/really-is-world-that-stupid.html' title='really, is the world THAT stupid?'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2318901931673161918</id><published>2008-07-06T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:58:04.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and if you want to take my sweater ~</title><content type='html'>*did i mention how much i love my brother for loading totally awesome songs into my (fake) iPod?* i mean, gosh, those songs entertainment levels are IMPECCABLE (yes, i AM trying to sound smart by using big words, better admit it now, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back from 30-hour famine, like, 4 hours ago, and, no, my appetite hasnt completely settled in yet&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, you go for a 30-hour famine then you pretty much get used to feeling hungry all the time, so it doesnt really bother you much after the 30-hours of self-starvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 hour famine? HAH, more like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;30 hour anti-food fest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;me + ZD : *arrives late for break-fast*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me : eh, where to sit ar? the table where our 'group' is full edi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ZD : oh, nvm la, just sit at the back there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits down at some random table food-less*&lt;br /&gt;*countdown begins*&lt;br /&gt;People : 3, 2, 1 !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me + ZD : wheeeee =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me : waa, we are more geng than these people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ZD : ya, even after 30 hours we still dont want to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me : we're still in 'Africa' (^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ZD : we're doing the 40-hour famine =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then basically Mdm Norhayati comes by and forces us to eat since we were the only people &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; eating even after 30 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;we were in group 4 but i dont think any of our 'group members' (apart from Melvyn) noticed we went missing throughout the event (fyi, we were doing backdrop the entire time since we thought it would be fun to be on the verge of starvation and paint at the same time using paint that smells like bloody orange juice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and we painted a chocolate bar !!&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just a heads up, carlmann, havent got time to buy your present yet (you know, some people were starving to death in school for the weekend) so dont expect anything from me tomorrow =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unless you want some useless homemade card which will probably turn out fucking ugly anyway since i'll be swearing and cursing all night trying to finish that useless piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all, the only thing we DID 'participate' in the camp was the 'talk' (given by some hot *probably* ABC woman trying to sound American *felt like screaming DAMNIT !!! YOU'RE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINESE!!! &lt;/span&gt;TRY SOUNDING LIKE ONE the entire time*) DID YOU KNOW -- every 1 in 6 people are poor? (or was it another statistic? kinda forgot, but oh well) i know it's 1 out of 6 for &lt;u&gt;SOMETHING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quote : Emperor's New Groove (dont ask me why i watched that show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peasant : *goes on about how poor he is, trying to get pity from 'Emperor's Assistant whats-her-face'*&lt;br /&gt;Emperor's Assistant whats-her-face : I dont have time to worry about you needing...........what was that again?&lt;br /&gt;Peasant : erm....food?&lt;br /&gt;Emperor's Assistant whats-her-face : HAH ! you should have thought about that BEFORE becoming peasants&lt;/blockquote&gt;everything in my fridge smells/tastes like durian......&lt;br /&gt;YAY !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooo, *ZY* has a hot body (aherm, ZD, you know who i'm talking about)&lt;br /&gt;but in a way, he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memang berlagak betul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, who fucking goes around the entire old block shirtless?&lt;br /&gt;*note, i am &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;, i repeat, NOT complaining*&lt;br /&gt;we spent a good 20 minutes admiring his quote "perfectly shaped abs"&lt;br /&gt;plus his quote "long, slim body"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me : lets make him do a strip tease for us =D&lt;br /&gt;ZD : ya, but wearing a mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;if you're wondering about the above conversation, well, *ZY* is only hot from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neck-down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;me : okay, charissa, i'm going to give you an assignment, i want you to take a picture of him shirtless, preferably after a shower&lt;br /&gt;ZD : ooo, make sure you get a nice picture of his abs&lt;br /&gt;me: cant you just imagine? after shower, water droplets dripping down his perfectly shaped abs *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;okay, fine, i read too many yaoi stories&lt;br /&gt;correction, i read too many shower-related yaoi stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see his abs, just once more =D&lt;br /&gt;then i'll take a photo of it and keep it to myself forever !!! muahahahaha !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2318901931673161918?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2318901931673161918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2318901931673161918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2318901931673161918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"chaaaaarrrllllliiiieeeee, chaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrllllliiiiiieeeeeeee, chaaaaaaaarrrrrrllllllllllliiiieeeeeeeeeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"what, what do you want, i'm right here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"we're on a bridge charlie !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;candy mountain -- the land of sweet and joy........and joyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look ,it's a magical leoplureodon !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-863785842509016997?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/863785842509016997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=863785842509016997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/863785842509016997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/863785842509016997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/07/fill-me-with-sweet-sugary-goodness.html' title='fill me with sweet sugary goodness'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3899161520736939692</id><published>2008-07-03T16:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:29:18.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so call me a bitch</title><content type='html'>call me a bitch, go ahead&lt;br /&gt;i'm mature enough to handle people talking behind my back&lt;br /&gt;heck, this whole thing just taught me who my &lt;u&gt;real&lt;/u&gt; friends are&lt;br /&gt;you know, the people that ACTUALLY give a shit about you&lt;br /&gt;really, ONE LITTLE SLIP UP and now everyone's out on the headhunt&lt;br /&gt;you know what, next time YOU're planning someone's 'surprise' birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT EFFING TELL ME !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just ignore it&lt;br /&gt;dont want to return to the 'SuperBitch' stage again&lt;br /&gt;you know, the stage where i hate everyone and start stabbing everyone in the back?&lt;br /&gt;fine, i told her, i'm SORRY&lt;br /&gt;i guess i AM just that 'desperate', HMM?????&lt;br /&gt;(please note the sarcasm since this wont sound right without it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;---chatlogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so you told her, so what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it really such a 'serious' matter in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, she's just going to find out anyways right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debating the 'ipod' says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz, dunno la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debating the 'ipod' says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now every one of them's bitching about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dont give a shit about them, they're not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you've had people bitching about you before, why so serious about it this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debating the 'ipod' says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because they were people who i actually gave a shit about this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you mean you actually care about what that slut says?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debating the 'ipod' says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...not really.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debating the 'ipod' says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's, like, people going around, talking about you behind your back, it's really agonizing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you really want to know what they're saying about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debating the 'ipod' says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck, i never really found out anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if they hate you so much just because you told her, then why be 'friends' with them anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ay de dy de dye says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they shouldnt really care about such a small thing like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;i &lt;3 you because you're the only one who gets me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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bitch'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-842410338274944939</id><published>2008-06-30T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:09:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope you know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SGjsB1SQG9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GZy0p342MhU/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SGjsB1SQG9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GZy0p342MhU/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217679684536376274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extremely short post today&lt;br /&gt;because i spent all of last night watching Ugly Betty (+ Euro)&lt;br /&gt;plus Eric Mabius (aka the guy who plays Danial Meade) is &lt;u&gt;fucking&lt;/u&gt; hot&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep, desperately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;omfg, are you fucking serious?????&lt;br /&gt;teachers are actually checking our blogs???&lt;br /&gt;what &lt;u&gt;business&lt;/u&gt; do they have checking our blogs, seriously????&lt;br /&gt;to check whether we cheated on exams?&lt;br /&gt;well that's totally idiotic, because even if we DID cheat on our paper doesnt mean we're stupid enough to blog about it right?&lt;br /&gt;not like someone who just cheated will go all "I CHEATED ON MY &lt;s&gt;MORAL&lt;/s&gt; PAPER !!!! on their blog, right?&lt;br /&gt;yes, i want to know which moronic idiot is actually retarded enough to do something like that (if you do see someone who &lt;u&gt;actually&lt;/u&gt; posted it up, send me an ss so that i can mentally scar that kid for life, sheesh, lifeless idiotic bugger)&lt;br /&gt;okay, back to the main point here&lt;br /&gt;seriously, so WHAT if a teacher checks my blog?&lt;br /&gt;my blog is my sacred haven in which i am allowed to express my feelings in any way i feel appropriate&lt;br /&gt;so who are you to stop me from blogging?&lt;br /&gt;heck, it's not like i go around bitching about teachers anyways (maybe a slight one about *her* or so, but it's unlikely you'll find it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;on another note, maybe that is the reason why my blog has been getting so many darn hits lately (for a moment there i actually thought the sitemeter was bonkers or something)&lt;br /&gt;i mean, averaging 67 unique visitors a day is by far the largest achievement i've had owning this blog (sad, i know, that i actually keep track of all of these things -- heck, i look forward to every Monday just to get the sitemeter report)&lt;br /&gt;whats even weirder ---&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 --- Visits this Week ---                 &lt;br /&gt;      Day&lt;br /&gt;Hour  6/23   6/24   6/25   6/26   6/27   6/28   6/29   Total&lt;br /&gt;---- ----- ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ -------&lt;br /&gt;1 0 1 7 6      3 2 8 2 7&lt;br /&gt;2       0      0      0      2      3      3     13      21&lt;br /&gt;3       0      1      6      1      3      2     13      26&lt;br /&gt;4       0      3      1      3      4      1     10      22&lt;br /&gt;5       0      3      2      3      5      2      5      20&lt;br /&gt;6       1      4      7      3      5      1      3      24&lt;br /&gt;7       0      2      1      5      2      2      2      14&lt;br /&gt;8       0      1      3      3      3      3      0      13&lt;br /&gt;9       0      0      3      3      5      1      2      14&lt;br /&gt;10       0      4      1      3      0      1      0       9&lt;br /&gt;11       0      5      3      2      6      0      0      16&lt;br /&gt;12       0      5      3      1      1      0      0      10&lt;br /&gt;13       0      2      2      4      3      0      0      11&lt;br /&gt;14       2      0      5      3      0      2      2      14&lt;br /&gt;15       2      0      2      2      2      1      0       9&lt;br /&gt;16       0      2      3      0      1      0      1       7&lt;br /&gt;17       1      1      3      3      2      1      4      15&lt;br /&gt;18       1      3      3      2      4      2      2      17&lt;br /&gt;19       2      3      2      2      3      0      6      18&lt;br /&gt;20       0      2      1      4      2      1      3      13&lt;br /&gt;21       2      0      6      3      4      0      2      17&lt;br /&gt;22       0      4      7      4      3     10     12      40&lt;br /&gt;23       2      4      3      3      2      9     14      37&lt;br /&gt;24       1      5      8      4      7     14     13      52&lt;br /&gt;   ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ -------&lt;br /&gt;       14     55     82     69     73     58    115     466&lt;/blockquote&gt;&gt;.&gt; ahh, go figure&lt;br /&gt;the spacing wont work out by itself&lt;br /&gt;but if you manage to make out even an ounce of sense out of it, you'll notice that most visits are made at, heck, midnight?&lt;br /&gt;who fucking reads my blog at midnight??? some chain smoker getting addicted to the green colour of my cbox???? (yes, i do notice that my cbox is unnaturally blaringly &lt;u&gt;loud&lt;/u&gt;, dont worry it's not your eyes playing tricks on you)&lt;br /&gt;-- getting back to the topic&lt;br /&gt;most of my hits mainly are around that 11:00pm - midnight area where &lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; (supposedly) should be hitting slumberland right about then&lt;br /&gt;so where the hell am i getting all these supposed 'hits'?&lt;br /&gt;do i honestly have to make it compulsory to comment whenever you visit this blog?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, heck, yea, 67 visitors a day is really in my opinion an achievement of a lifetime (i know my blog isnt popular, okay !!!!!) but i cant help but feel a teensy little kiasu-fied over how dramatically it has increased this past week&lt;br /&gt;what if the teachers are &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; reading this blog????&lt;br /&gt;what if matthews is really reading everything i type out (plus rereading all my past posts???)&lt;br /&gt;ahh, shit, this is sad, even for me&lt;br /&gt;half of the readers i get are teachers&lt;br /&gt;just shows how 'widely read' my blog is =.=&lt;br /&gt;makes one depressed really......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Inner voice : SMILE !!!! You're getting an iPod =D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's my &lt;u&gt;DREAM&lt;/u&gt; shuffle&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know, the shuffle is (in your opinion) a fugly shitty piece of contraption that deserves to die in the deepest valleys of hell (too much?)&lt;br /&gt;eh, &lt;u&gt;POOR&lt;/u&gt; people only can afford shuffle okay !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;plus did i mention how much i LOVE tiny electronic objects that play music?&lt;br /&gt;be jealous, i'm getting a brand new shuffle, and you're NOT, so HAH !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not nearly rich enough to get the Nano (for the last f-ing time, Aaron, i am NOT rich!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Aaron : You come to school in a Benz&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stereotypes -- again -- dont you love them?&lt;br /&gt;see a girl getting out of a Benz -- OH !!! SHE'S FUCKING RICH !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE can own a f-ing Benz !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;okay, fine, maybe not 'anyone', minus out all those dirt poor people and blue collar job people&lt;br /&gt;but, heck, the main reason people buy BENZ's is because they're fucking economical&lt;br /&gt;hmm....do FUCKING RICH people buy fucking economical cars?&lt;br /&gt;no, they buy fucking expensive cars that only fucking rich people can afford to fucking drive around because apparently the dramatic increase in petrol prices has no fucking effect on them&lt;br /&gt;oops, sorry, got a wee bit out of my mind there&lt;br /&gt;but yes, just to prove my point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;cost of a normal proton car -- RM30 000&lt;br /&gt;the average malaysian earns RM5000 a month (my estimate, i dont give a shit if it's a sucky estimate)&lt;br /&gt;price of a C-class 180 Benz -- RM200 000&lt;br /&gt;installments -- RM2000 per month&lt;br /&gt;petrol consumption --  around RM600 a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;say summore that only rich people get Benz's, i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DARE&lt;/span&gt; you !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm poor, accept the fact&lt;br /&gt;just because my family owns a Benz doesnt mean we crap out money every single day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i want a fucking MacBook (xuan made me fall in love with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;dont get me wrong, i love &lt;s&gt;Dell&lt;/s&gt; to bits&lt;br /&gt;but god does Apple know how to produce really really really really really nice comps =D&lt;br /&gt;i want a pink laptop =D&lt;br /&gt;then i'll decorate it with crystals (not so obsessive like XiaXue laaaa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-842410338274944939?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/842410338274944939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=842410338274944939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/842410338274944939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/842410338274944939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-hope-you-know.html' title='i hope you know'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AkzziH6ce28/SGjsB1SQG9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/GZy0p342MhU/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-6547206387373634434</id><published>2008-06-28T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:07:02.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your best friend is your best enemy =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;put your hands way up high,&lt;br /&gt;cause we wont ever say goodbye&lt;/blockquote&gt;a proper post will be up soon&lt;br /&gt;you know, all those long proper posts where i have a heck of a lot of things to say&lt;br /&gt;heck, my last proper post was probably.........&lt;br /&gt;geez, when WAS my last proper post???&lt;br /&gt;i think around 10% of my blog posts are 'proper'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon - air is humid and it's raining while the sun in fucking shining&lt;br /&gt;what to do? read David Cook fanfics of course =P&lt;br /&gt;gosh, some people's imaginations are just AMAZING&lt;br /&gt;plus the humid air just makes things more orgasmic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know ---&gt; people who have headaches are more prone to sexual desires? (source : readers digest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i HAVE been talking about sex a whole lot in my blog lately -- so what? heck, it's not i'm doing MORE damaged to the already corrupted world? EVERYONE knows about sex, so why not talk about it? i really dont see anything wrong about it. i get comments from people (people that i dont even acknowledge as 'friends', thank you very much) telling me that "you're fucking 15 and you shouldnt be talking about stuff like this". well, heck, i'm 15, so WHAT?????? is there REALLY an appropriate age to start talking/thinking about sex?? what, now you cant be a minor and think about sex. it's ridiculous, people these days are having sex when they are teenagers, so what? really, so-fucking-what? (disclaimer : not to say that I had sex, but maybe if i met the right person.........) okay, back from dreamworld. honestly though. fine, it's illegal to have sex when you're a minor (or in this country before you get married) but heck, it is illegal to have sexual desires when you're a minor? since when has it been wrong to think about sex openly when you're a minor? nope, i'm a virgin, and who knows, maybe i WILL enjoy sex when the time is right? but just because i think about sex at such a quoted 'young' age doesnt mean that i'll end up like one of those skanky prostitutes you pick up off the street. because i have good 'exposure' in that area, does that mean that i'm going to fuck the next person i see? stereotypes -- dont you love them? all that "oh, she thinks about sex alot, she'll grow up to be a ho" and "oh, she masturbates, what a whore" just to set the record straight, just because a girl masturbates doesnt mean that she's a whore. heck, a whore is someone that sleeps with MEN....a LOT. guys dont get discredited for masturbating, so why should girls? this is fucked up shit right here. this just shows how injustified and hypocritical people can be nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent 20 bloody minutes talking about sex....damn&lt;br /&gt;fine fine, to make this blog more 'family oriented', i'll stop talking about sex....frequently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck....Eng Lit tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;shitshitshitshit, havent finished homework........&lt;br /&gt;it's 40 bloody bucks a lesson, so apparently i shouldnt 'waste' mummy's money&lt;br /&gt;gahh, i'll be a 'good girl' and finish up my homework&lt;br /&gt;then return to talk more about &lt;s&gt;sex&lt;/s&gt; err...i mean.....ponies !!! right...ponies........&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6547206387373634434?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6547206387373634434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6547206387373634434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6547206387373634434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6547206387373634434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/your-best-friend-is-your-best-enemy-d.html' title='your best friend is your best enemy =D'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-1405287197020127772</id><published>2008-06-23T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:21:48.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>293 posts?? are you serious???</title><content type='html'>i HAVE been blogging a whole lot lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll197/katsluvr/davidsexy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 464px;" src="http://i288.photobucket.com/albums/ll197/katsluvr/davidsexy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook -- the love of my life&lt;br /&gt;i dont care about Kimberly whats-her-face, David Cook is &lt;u&gt;mine&lt;/u&gt; and MINE only !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(okay, fine, maybe all those fanfics have gone to my head)&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;David Cook is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sex symbol&lt;/span&gt;, i dont care what everybody else says&lt;br /&gt;he's an effing sex symbol ; and damn is he good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://multipleverses.com/entertainmenthotlinewp/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/tastecureeh13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://multipleverses.com/entertainmenthotlinewp/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/tastecureeh13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;plus he looks good at playing left-handed guitar&lt;br /&gt;heck, i've never seen anyone playing left-handed guitar and look so darn good doing it at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he IS sexy&lt;br /&gt;and totally hot&lt;br /&gt;not to mention de-licious [lolx?]&lt;br /&gt;*drools*&lt;br /&gt;god, i love David Cook&lt;br /&gt;i've seriously fallen way too deep for this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be great to have a David Cook reality show?&lt;br /&gt;scratch that, wouldnt it be great to have a channel all about David Cook?&lt;br /&gt;i mean, think about it, 24 hours non-stop broadcasting all about him&lt;br /&gt;they should, like, have a camera following him at all times, then broadcast it online&lt;br /&gt;[or better yet on tv]&lt;br /&gt;we'll call it 'Cook-ie Watch' =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's David Cook fixing his hair&lt;br /&gt;Here's David Cook dancing around in his underwear&lt;br /&gt;Here's David Cook sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Here's David Cook shoving the camera wishing he didnt agree to the whole 24-hour watch in the first place =D&lt;br /&gt;Here's David Cook complying because all his fans want to see him doing anything/everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, 'Cook-ie Watch' would be &lt;u&gt;AWESOME&lt;/u&gt; !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-1405287197020127772?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/1405287197020127772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=1405287197020127772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1405287197020127772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/1405287197020127772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/293-posts-are-you-serious.html' title='293 posts?? are you serious???'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6996567104380536125</id><published>2008-06-22T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T19:23:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be add maths-ing right now</title><content type='html'>but heck, who gives a shit anyways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.browardpalmbeach.com/crossfade/metro%20station2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://blogs.browardpalmbeach.com/crossfade/metro%20station2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;introducing --- Metro Station, the boy band of the 21st century&lt;br /&gt;members : Trace Cyrus -- as in Miley Cyrus's brother, Trace Cyrus, the less popular, less well known, &lt;s&gt;less talented&lt;/s&gt; and less attention seeking sibling. i mean, yeah, you have to give credits to him for actually &lt;u&gt;having&lt;/u&gt; a band and not feeding off the attention given to him just for being Billy Ray Cyrus's kid. i mean, face it, the only reason Miley Cyrus is doing so well is because her daddy helped her all along, yeeesh, so yes, i prefer MetroStation (it's actually a band's name, who would've guessed???) because Miley Cyrus is an attention seeking &lt;s&gt;whore-faced&lt;/s&gt; daddy's girl. heck, even her &lt;u&gt;name&lt;/u&gt; is fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Okay, so then I'll call you Angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why Angel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached up to touch one of the curls hanging around her face. "Because you have the face of one, even if your soul belongs to the devil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;David Cook &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; fanfics are fucking amazing, i mean, just simply orgasmic&lt;br /&gt;it's the kind of fanfic which makes you go to bed aroused, sleep, dream of amazing sex and wake up with an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;and, heck, it fucking keeps in your mind&lt;br /&gt;well, who WOULDNT want to dream of mind-blowing sex and wake up with an orgasm?&lt;br /&gt;(stares at the people reading this *come on, you KNOW you want those kind of dreams*)&lt;br /&gt;and i'll fucking be the judge of what is/isnt appropriate to write on my blog, thank you very much&lt;br /&gt;if i want to blog about dreaming of mind-blowing sex with *inserthotguynamehere* then i'll fucking blog about dreaming of mind-blowing sex with *inserthotguynamehere*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, i need to stop reading D.C. porn&lt;br /&gt;it's simply doing wonders for my mentally psychological state, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;She couldn't stop the shudder that shook her from the inside out, or the gasp that suddenly came out of her parted lips. She licked her lips, which suddenly went dry, capturing his attention. "D-David?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was drawn into almost a frown, as his eyes stayed on her soft lips. "Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked, breathlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes drifted up to hers, blinking as if he suddenly realized who she was. She half expected him to drop his hand from her. Instead it slid up to cup the nape of her neck and brought her face closer to his. His eyes were heavy, his breathing slightly ragged, as it stirred the hair surrounding her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Amending our relationship," he whispered before brushing his lips across hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;god, i love D.C. porn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6996567104380536125?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6996567104380536125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6996567104380536125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6996567104380536125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6996567104380536125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-should-be-add-maths-ing-right-now.html' title='i should be add maths-ing right now'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-2091290714381439594</id><published>2008-06-21T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:37:45.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he gives me that feeling every night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starpulse.com/Music/DeGraw,_Gavin/gallery/Gavin-DeGraw-jr18/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.starpulse.com/Music/DeGraw,_Gavin/gallery/Gavin-DeGraw-jr18/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/094/9/2/Gavin_DeGraw_by_charlona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs29/f/2008/094/9/2/Gavin_DeGraw_by_charlona.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........did i mention how much i love Gavin Degraw?&lt;br /&gt;and since there arent that many pictures of him online (hey, at least he's not all narcissistic like Wentworth Miller)&lt;br /&gt;well, kinda hard to make a blogskin out of someone when you dont have pictures of him, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;there really should be more Gavin DeGraw pics online&lt;br /&gt;spread the &lt;u&gt;love&lt;/u&gt;, people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This ain't the kind of affair to make you dance about&lt;br /&gt;But there's something to say for the things&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't regularly let out&lt;br /&gt;At least this chase makes you feel new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;She holds a key&lt;br /&gt;Tight in her hand&lt;br /&gt;Clutching his neck&lt;br /&gt;She is breaking the man&lt;br /&gt;Listen you sinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinning too&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until the darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;So I can sin with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've run through the whole gamut of gameplay&lt;br /&gt;The head-trip parade&lt;br /&gt;Without any experience&lt;br /&gt;You've become curious prey&lt;br /&gt;So change your position&lt;br /&gt;This decision you're making&lt;br /&gt;Is digging a hole&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and where you're headed&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So set out your plans&lt;br /&gt;Break down your walls&lt;br /&gt;Count what you're blessed with&lt;br /&gt;You've counted them all&lt;br /&gt;There's something to save&lt;br /&gt;But you have to search&lt;br /&gt;You might not believe&lt;br /&gt;But, believe me, it works,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me it works, yes it does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;She holds a key&lt;br /&gt;Tight in her hand&lt;br /&gt;Clutching his neck&lt;br /&gt;She is breaking the man&lt;br /&gt;Listen you sinner&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinning too&lt;br /&gt;Just wait until the darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;So I can sin with you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if you havent noticed already, i (finally) got off my lazy ass and changed my blogskin&lt;br /&gt;no, i WISH it was gavin degraw up there&lt;br /&gt;then i can stare at him each time i visit my own blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://org82.zorpia.com/0/4368/27959754.873957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://org82.zorpia.com/0/4368/27959754.873957.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then theres David Cook&lt;br /&gt;god, he makes my heart go ga-ga every time i see him&lt;br /&gt;*stares*&lt;br /&gt;gahh, enough of fandomizing&lt;br /&gt;have to get back to photoshop&lt;br /&gt;eeeeesh, this just reminds me of how terrible my photoshopping skills are&lt;br /&gt;i mean, really, it's just rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;i need to attend a photoshopping seminar xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-2091290714381439594?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/2091290714381439594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=2091290714381439594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2091290714381439594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/2091290714381439594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-gives-me-that-feeling-every-night.html' title='he gives me that feeling every night'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-3684961529886206049</id><published>2008-06-19T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:22:58.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and she knows how to treat a fella right</title><content type='html'>god, i hate that science nerd&lt;br /&gt;who the hell can get 85+ for all 3 science subjects????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him : Hey there maths-freak&lt;br /&gt;Me : Heya, science-nerd&lt;/blockquote&gt;i miss f3 science, more and more&lt;br /&gt;you know, back when i could ACTUALLY get 95+ for science?&lt;br /&gt;i want those days back T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please remind me never-ever-EVER to get an O.C. job ever again&lt;br /&gt;planning a farewell, gosh, i think half the hotels that i've contacted have blacklisted me now&lt;br /&gt;but, god, Legend Hotel's jap menu is GENIUS !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna steal all the oysters + snails, just you wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still love Gavin DeGraw&lt;br /&gt;even more now in fact&lt;br /&gt;ever since David Cook broke my heart when he started dating that slut&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make out with Gavin DeGraw&lt;br /&gt;he just seems so kissable&lt;br /&gt;so, Gavin DeGraw (or anyone associated with Gavin DeGraw), please make out with me&lt;br /&gt;it would SO make my day even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been having insomnia for the past couple of days or so&lt;br /&gt;i think the stress from planning the Farewell has gone to my head&lt;br /&gt;causing nervous breakage which leads to numerous nosebleeds every day&lt;br /&gt;i should see a doctor, i really should&lt;br /&gt;i mean, it isnt normal for someone to have a nosebleed 4 times in 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant bring myself to blog about anything else&lt;br /&gt;so this will be my last post for the week (probably will be too exhausted by the end of the week to blog about anything anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : 1 week, and still going strong &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-3684961529886206049?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/3684961529886206049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=3684961529886206049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3684961529886206049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/3684961529886206049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-she-knows-how-to-treat-fella-right.html' title='and she knows how to treat a fella right'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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-1547166525645241101.post-6153930365682740506</id><published>2008-06-13T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:14:29.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god, i'm such a sucky girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;it's true&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Him : I love you&lt;br /&gt;Me : .....*confused* err....&lt;br /&gt;Him : *slightly confused look as well*&lt;br /&gt;Me : i know?&lt;br /&gt;Him : .......*disappointed face*&lt;br /&gt;Me : whaaat???&lt;br /&gt;Him : wasnt the reply i was hoping&lt;/blockquote&gt;i mean, not even 24 hours and he's already upset&lt;br /&gt;well, what the hell am i supposed to reply when someone suddenly says "I love you" ????&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i guess "I know" was a wee bit insensitive, but STILL????&lt;br /&gt;what reply DO you expect from me???&lt;br /&gt;you KNOW i can never use the word 'love' except in sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;or in referring to Gavin DeGraw/Wentworth Miller etc.etc&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i APPRECIATE you calling me this morning asking me how i was after that fever last night&lt;br /&gt;but i thought we agreed that we wont be one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mushy &lt;/span&gt;couples&lt;br /&gt;i mean, i'd seriously hate it if i have to pretend to be someone else just for the sake of being in this relationship&lt;br /&gt;i like you, i really do&lt;br /&gt;but maybe i'm not ready to express it yet&lt;br /&gt;so if you expect that much out of me&lt;br /&gt;i think it'd be better to end it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;screw relationships&lt;br /&gt;i'm better off without them&lt;br /&gt;i need to remain single, i really do&lt;br /&gt;but still, where on earth are you ever going to find a guy who doesnt mind you fandomizing over hot guy celebrities all the time?&lt;br /&gt;ahh, whatever&lt;br /&gt;lets end this now&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 3 of Prison Break is LOVE !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;like, omg, where else would you see Wentworth Miller hot and sweaty/locked up in a practically steaming prison room and still look so darn hot while doing it???&lt;br /&gt;i mean, like, the only improvement that is needed is that Michael Scofield needs to show more SKIN&lt;br /&gt;show us that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fucking &lt;/span&gt;hot body of yours, i'm &lt;u&gt;begging&lt;/u&gt; you !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING : &lt;s&gt;porn&lt;/s&gt; content =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i115/footballboners/wentworth%20miller/wm7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i115/footballboners/wentworth%20miller/wm7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's amazing what you can get just by googling "wentworth miller shirtless"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img27.picoodle.com/img/img27/4/1/29/erikko/f_wentmainm_0da1354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img27.picoodle.com/img/img27/4/1/29/erikko/f_wentmainm_0da1354.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;god, this man is the very ESSENCE of perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; ”We are on the set maybe 14 hours a day, five days a week.  It doesn’t leave a whole lot of time for socializing - I don’t get a lot of chance to date.  But it’s definitely something, a wife and kids, that I’m looking forward to experiencing at some point in the very near future.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;where do i sign up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s190/gabbybabble/2007-08/20/wentworth1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 226px;" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s190/gabbybabble/2007-08/20/wentworth1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;Discussion with piano teacher&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her : I saw your Prison Break advertisement on TV&lt;br /&gt;Me : "o.0", really???&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ya, that guy leng zai meh??? Not so leng zai oso&lt;br /&gt;Me : He is VERY sexy okay !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her : The Narnia guy also better than him la&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, the Caspian guy?&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ya&lt;br /&gt;Me : His accent is SEXY&lt;br /&gt;Her : Yes la, quite true, only he should play more roles in the movie la, if they're going to sell him as the 'main guy' there&lt;br /&gt;Me : Aiyo, nevermind la, as long as got the other Peter guy can edi&lt;br /&gt;Her : Ya, true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;where the hell are you going to find another piano teacher like this????&lt;br /&gt;love her to bits&lt;br /&gt;really though, half the lesson is spent talking to her&lt;br /&gt;she's like my talking-buddy only she's 3 times older than me =X&lt;br /&gt;it's fine, at least she knows how to appreciate hot guys =3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, i really didn't mean it, you can dump me if you want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-6153930365682740506?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/6153930365682740506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=6153930365682740506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6153930365682740506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/6153930365682740506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-im-such-sucky-girlfriend.html' title='god, i&apos;m such a sucky girlfriend'/><author><name>.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02018495548178739858</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://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i115/footballboners/wentworth%20miller/th_wm7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1547166525645241101.post-4132906323561658471</id><published>2008-06-12T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:57:03.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i said yes =D</title><content type='html'>it's weird&lt;br /&gt;for once in my life....I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;because he loves me for me&lt;br /&gt;if i had to go through so much just to get that ounce of happiness&lt;br /&gt;heck, i'd do it all again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S : i love you too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1547166525645241101-4132906323561658471?l=out-englished.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://out-englished.blogspot.com/feeds/4132906323561658471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1547166525645241101&amp;postID=4132906323561658471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1547166525645241101/posts/default/4132906323561658471'/><link rel='self' type='applicatio
