<?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-4728093685407927058</id><updated>2011-07-08T15:23:20.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><subtitle type='html'>Lalalalallaaaaama!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>430</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4691454610375197627</id><published>2010-03-15T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:34:09.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://panscanfry.blogspot.com/"&gt;relink.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4691454610375197627?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4691454610375197627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4691454610375197627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4691454610375197627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4691454610375197627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/03/relink.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3394188194529433025</id><published>2010-03-14T17:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:55:39.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lakota_Sioux" title="Lakota Sioux" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Lakota Sioux&lt;/a&gt; were known to cry "Hoka Hey!" ("Today is a good day to die!"). The phrase survives today, used by some American soldiers of Native American descent. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has also been reported as the rally cry of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AP_United_States_History" title="AP United States History" class="mw-redirect"&gt;AP United States History&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ROFL. Hoka Hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3394188194529433025?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3394188194529433025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3394188194529433025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3394188194529433025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3394188194529433025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-this-lakota-sioux-were-known-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8113542121223783970</id><published>2010-03-13T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T22:07:06.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Common tests are long over, and I still find myself puzzled and bewildered in the course of trying to comprehend the vamp's digestive system.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe since they're cells are dead, they lose all their water and the vamp finds himself trying to move the floppy bag of dead skin and bones and mushy flesh that is his body. Therefore, it needs to drink alot of water so that there will be a net movement of water molecules from the higher region of water potential to the lower region of water potential aka the vamp's body through the partially permeable cell walls by osmosis. The turgor pressure will enable the vamp to stand upright and terrorize the world as is its purpose. However since a vamp lugging around huge jerry cans of water is rather unsightly, they resort to drinking blood in an attempt to look badass and they make use of the water carried in the blood. Or they eat humans, since humans are 70% water ("KIDS, DON'T DATE VAMPS. THEY WILL EAT YOU."). In fact, vamps may be partially causing the problem of water shortage in singapore *cue gasp*!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Holy water is really concentrated salt solution that has glitter suspended inside it. When it touches the vamp osmosis will occur and the vamp will shrivel and its body will be rendered useless. Vamps cannot go into the sunlight as sweating will cause water loss, or the heat will cause evaporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done bullshitting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not quite, actually, because of this incident in class. My brain insisted on shutting down and I had to reboot it every five seconds, so I was desperately thinking of a way to salvage the situation. I started taking water from my water bottle and moistening my eyelids, thinking that osmosis will cause the cells to expand and my eyelids will be held open by the turgid cells.&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point that I finally realized I was not a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is solid evidence to prove the negative psychological effects of biology lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holiday–noun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pbk"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;any day of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exemption from work&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span&gt;distinguished from &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/working+day" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;working day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;a time or period of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exemption from any requirement, duty, assessment&lt;/span&gt;, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;a period of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cessation from work&lt;/span&gt; or one of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreation&lt;/span&gt;; vacation. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata"&gt;an unintentional gap left on a plated, coated, or painted surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers need to know this.&lt;br /&gt;(The last one was left there because it's interesting. I will now be able to say, 'Hey, there's a holiday on your painting!')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8113542121223783970?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8113542121223783970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8113542121223783970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8113542121223783970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8113542121223783970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/03/common-tests-are-long-over-and-i-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2072321566723373992</id><published>2010-03-10T20:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:41:17.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been reading the Complete Notes of Singapore. Apparently Neil thinks that Singaporeans study too hard as well. But it's not like we have a choice, is there? It's not like we want to stay home everyday to churn out stacks of assignments and forfeit our right to have a life.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm kidding, we still sneak pieces of life in here and there.)&lt;br /&gt;But unless you're willing to risk parent-teacher scoldings, demerits, SOs (LOL), and whatever thing they decide to throw at you for not working, you can't do anything. (If you are willing then I applaud you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Oh fine. I'll risk it. Wait while I go put on my lecture-proof armor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2072321566723373992?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2072321566723373992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2072321566723373992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2072321566723373992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2072321566723373992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-been-reading-complete-notes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3800691038751326743</id><published>2010-03-03T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:01:36.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of studying chem which I very rightly should be, I'm watching Prince of Egypt now. As in the Dreamworks one.&lt;br /&gt;LOL the way they portray Moses is so cute can. When the burning bush came out he was like O____O!?!?! then starts frantically taking out his sandals&lt;br /&gt;When he looked at the staff I half expected him to say 'This is a stick. This is a STICK.'&lt;br /&gt;But they made him into too much of a hero. Isn't he supposed to be a coward at first and ask someone else to help him be spokesperson?&lt;br /&gt;LOL I just realized that if God wasn't involved (which of course He is but still) then Moses would be a whole lot like a son of Poseidon?!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, he was floated off on the river when he was a baby... and the reason he got with those other people was because of sheep drinking water. Not to mention him turning water to blood... And if the part where he parted the Red Sea was made with CG effects it would be totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH I know I'm spouting rubbish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3800691038751326743?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3800691038751326743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3800691038751326743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3800691038751326743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3800691038751326743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/03/instead-of-studying-chem-which-i-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-753099438202038621</id><published>2010-02-28T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:52:55.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather's getting so hot.&lt;br /&gt;According to the car thermometer it was 41 degrees today?&lt;br /&gt;And due to global warming, I feel like chopping off my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you stand listening to people go on and on about pimples and facial cream and, worst of all, hot guys? Because I certainly can't.&lt;br /&gt;If you say I'll soon reach an age when I can comprehend all that, I hope I die young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-753099438202038621?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/753099438202038621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=753099438202038621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/753099438202038621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/753099438202038621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/weathers-getting-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3661282969637970749</id><published>2010-02-28T08:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:27:13.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Who hath ascended up into heaven, or descended?&lt;br /&gt;who hath gathered the wind in his fists?&lt;br /&gt;who hath bound the waters in a garment?&lt;br /&gt;who hath established all the ends of the earth?&lt;br /&gt;what is his name, and what is his son's name, if thou canst tell?&lt;br /&gt; - Proverbs 30:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream, once again whee.&lt;br /&gt;This time there was this part in front where I can’t remember clearly, but it had an OBS atmosphere, and it involved a lake, woods, and something resembling elephants. (Now that I think about it… CAMP HALF BLOOD?! 8D)&lt;br /&gt;Then I was in my singapore house and I discovered that I could control water. That was just too awesome. However the first thing I did was try to drown this baby looking thing in a cardboard box o___o that might have been influenced by that creepy kid in Legion. Anyway I kept filling up the box with water and the kid kept breathing and not drowning and I got really frustrated. (I know this makes me sound like I need mental help &gt;___&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Later it seemed something like my mum was water-fighting with me and she would throw buckets of water at me. Then I rushed over and opened a tap and sent the water after her. Then I locked myself in my parents' bedroom and turned on the shower in the toilet, then closed the door. Then I called the water through the gap but it was freaking hard to control. I had to close my eyes to control it properly, but then I couldn't see where it was going. And if I opened my eyes I lost my concentration and it all flopped down to the floor. In the end I managed to bring it into my hands and went out and sent streams of water blasting at my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;After that I was in a library, and I was sitting next to Zhi Hui and I found a book of Impressionist paintings (Did the art assignment affect me so much &gt;___&gt;) and I was saying it was a pity I couldn't bring it back to singapore because it was a library in malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Then I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3661282969637970749?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3661282969637970749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3661282969637970749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3661282969637970749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3661282969637970749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-hath-ascended-up-into-heaven-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3273538964881429851</id><published>2010-02-27T10:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:49:30.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna believe them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fifteen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this does not apply to most people. If anyone told us they loved us right now we'd probably question their sanity or run away screaming.&lt;br /&gt;but LY would probably swoon all over the person, since she likes the song.&lt;br /&gt;Why are Taylor Swift songs starting to annoy me now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3273538964881429851?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3273538964881429851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3273538964881429851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3273538964881429851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3273538964881429851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-when-youre-fifteen-and-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7224759201802466665</id><published>2010-02-23T17:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:50:14.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is it just me or is psychology getting more and more popular these days? People all seem to want to be psychologists or at least some kind of doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspiring illustrators, however, are nowhere to be found, at least not by me. It's sad. Illustration was not even in the ecareer thing. How could they D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'm not gonna be some visual effects artist. So boring &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can feel my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's beating in my chest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Today was a fairytale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yes, that's what hearts usually do, my dear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7224759201802466665?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7224759201802466665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7224759201802466665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7224759201802466665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7224759201802466665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-just-me-or-is-psychology-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4200005053223080491</id><published>2010-02-22T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:34:34.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I ask myself, what now?&lt;br /&gt;The PJ movie I've been waiting for for about three years is gone.&lt;br /&gt;The books are all finished, unless you count Demigod Files, which I don't really like.&lt;br /&gt;So, I've nothing left to live for and hold my thoughts hostage during exams right?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Because I just found out that Markus Zusak's Bridge of Clay is set to release on 14th September 2010.&lt;br /&gt;And my mum finally agreed to order books for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now only if I had time to actually read the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane is coming out this year as a movie? I heard that it was really good. Getting the book hopefully whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Render's a really nice name now that I think about it. Render, you lucky bum. I wouldn't mind being called Render.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4200005053223080491?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4200005053223080491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4200005053223080491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4200005053223080491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4200005053223080491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-ask-myself-what-now-pj-movie-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1421830794654818264</id><published>2010-02-11T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:01:42.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had another dream.&lt;br /&gt;I could tell from the vague memory that I enjoyed it, but unfortunately I remembered a little late and couldn't recall everything.&lt;br /&gt;Basically I was with a squad of people under the command of this person, who is like Lady Sorrow but a more bonkers in a bad way version.&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of like Hunters in training, and we were training in the school auditorium. Apparently I was singled out for the hunt that was going on later, and someone whispered to me that this other guy was also chosen, and I got a really weird feeling.&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing I remember is holding a spear and running across paneless window frames, chasing a Beast that looked a lot like the wild boar Jack at OBS. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1421830794654818264?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1421830794654818264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1421830794654818264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1421830794654818264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1421830794654818264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-had-another-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2048969060517139040</id><published>2010-02-09T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:04:16.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found this on a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Leviticus 20:13 reads as follows:  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman&lt;/b&gt;, both of them have committed an abomination: &lt;b&gt;they shall surely be put to death&lt;/b&gt;; their blood shall be upon them. &lt;a href="http://skepticsannotatedbible.com/lev/20.html#13"&gt;Leviticus 20:13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;This is, according to the Bible, a direct quote from God. It says simply this: "Male homosexual acts are an abomination. Anyone who performs such acts must be killed." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Or even more simply: "Kill Homosexuals."  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a pastor read Leviticus 20:13 and told his followers that they should do as God says in this verse, he or she would be advocating (and, therefore, aiding and abetting under &lt;a href="http://trac.syr.edu/laws/18/18USC00002.html"&gt;Section 2, Title 18 of the U.S. code&lt;/a&gt;) a violent crime against homosexuals, which would be a criminal act under &lt;a href="http://frwebgate.access.gpo.gov/cgi-bin/getdoc.cgi?dbname=111_cong_bills&amp;amp;docid=f:s909is.txt.pdf"&gt;the Matthew Shepard Hate Crimes Prevention Act&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course, it's unlikely that any Christian minister would read Leviticus 20:13 in church. Even the most vile and virulent Bible believers are embarrassed by this verse, and no one, not even &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hcLMfBflww"&gt;Steven Anderson&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.godhatesfags.com/"&gt;Fred Phelps&lt;/a&gt;, is crazy enough to tell followers to do what God clearly commands them all to do in Leviticus 20:13. "&lt;/p&gt;The funny thing is, I've heard that verse used quite a few times in sermons.&lt;br /&gt;... Guess we're viler and more virulent than the most vile and virulent Bible believers, then.&lt;br /&gt;And you say &lt;i&gt;we&lt;/i&gt; hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can they please stop trying to apply Old Testament verses to present time &gt;___&gt; waste my time can. All I have to do is basically copy and paste Hebrews 8:13 and Col 2:14-17 repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH I still love that argument during the YDP debate. 'When two or three Christians gather together the place is a holy place... therefore the club is a holy place, and clubbing is holy and not wrong.' Oh, I suppose the toilet is too yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2048969060517139040?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2048969060517139040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2048969060517139040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2048969060517139040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2048969060517139040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/found-this-on-website.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2091584072924107693</id><published>2010-02-06T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:07:55.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I've got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boreas - North Wind, Red-tailed Hawk&lt;br /&gt;Notus - South Wind, Painted Stork&lt;br /&gt;Eurus - East Wind, Perigrine Falcon&lt;br /&gt;Zephyros - West Wind, Tree Swallow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the hang of oil painting. Progress much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2091584072924107693?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2091584072924107693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2091584072924107693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2091584072924107693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2091584072924107693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-ive-got-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4967002610167885377</id><published>2010-02-06T11:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:38:08.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm more attracted to traditional art now. Sure, coloring on the tablet is fun but drawing there can really kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can use the scanner I just found out we had for the past two years.&lt;br /&gt;So... mixed digital and traditional?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get oil painting. My teacher came over last week and basically painted over everything I painted so far. Demoralizing much? And his sky is wayyy better than mine. I don't get how he does it. And my tube of white paint is almost gone after about three lessons? what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just anyhow do it. I find that it produces the best results that way. Am I really so much of a heck-care person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4967002610167885377?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4967002610167885377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4967002610167885377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4967002610167885377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4967002610167885377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-think-im-more-attracted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-969039213731594769</id><published>2010-02-06T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:03:40.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAGGGGRRRRRRRRHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT GRENDEL BY JOHN GARDNER.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAVE TO TORTURE MYSELF BY REFRAINING FROM READING THE SUMMARY ON WIKIPEDIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of this artist on dA. I think she's studying to be an illustrator, and she did illustrations for Grendel and posted them up. Now I'm in love, and I need the book.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was written in 1971? That was... long ago.&lt;br /&gt;I can't find the book for Wicked either. March holidays, come quickly. I need to go to Borders. Because my mum won't let me order online &gt;___&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-969039213731594769?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/969039213731594769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=969039213731594769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/969039213731594769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/969039213731594769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/02/raggggrrrrrrrrhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2400734167832522594</id><published>2010-01-30T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:45:47.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father, my sister and I were watching a League of Extraordinary Men just now.&lt;br /&gt;This lady vamp came out and bit a person and my sister suddenly said "Hey, they copied the vampires from twilight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like looking up articles on old vampire myths now and showing it to her so perhaps she will be enlightened and realize how wonderful the old vamps were. But I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2400734167832522594?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2400734167832522594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2400734167832522594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2400734167832522594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2400734167832522594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-father-my-sister-and-i-were-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4446857542367029115</id><published>2010-01-28T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:12:56.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My views concerning attire (not that anyone cares):&lt;br /&gt;Besides being immodest, sloppy, and whatever other thing they say,&lt;br /&gt;1. Short skirts make your legs feel cold.&lt;br /&gt;2. I tried pulling down my socks before, and it's pretty uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't want my fringe flying across my face every time I take a step.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't think getting demerits just for the purpose of doing all these things is very much worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather do whatever it takes to appease them and live a nice peaceful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... This, however, hardly applies to my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4446857542367029115?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4446857542367029115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4446857542367029115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4446857542367029115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4446857542367029115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-views-concerning-attire-not-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-9122284785153140147</id><published>2010-01-27T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:27:34.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in guardians today looking for triangular bandages (didn't find them) when I noticed this guy standing at the shelf. I assumed he was looking for cca stuff like me, since he was holding a dustcover and all, but it turned out that he was staring intently at the pregnancy test kits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Broken homes caused by teenage runaways due to... eh-em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-9122284785153140147?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/9122284785153140147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=9122284785153140147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9122284785153140147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9122284785153140147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-was-in-guardians-today-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6260182602087584880</id><published>2010-01-24T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:48:58.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looks like it's the dream season now, because I just had another dream. Or maybe I'm under the influence of milk tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently in this dream I was the daughter (why the heck did I type son just now?) of that guy in Pinocchio? You know the guy who made him. then I had a younger sister and a mother who was this blond lady. Ironically, pinocchio was nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;We were in this town and I forgot what happened before, but the government was really unfair and decided to execute alot of people. The guy decided to help them and on that day when the people were being brought to execution in these cages made of chains that would travel up the road like cable cars, they were like singing 'Today's the execution~~~ we're gonna be executed~~~' Then the official said '...WHY ARE THEY SINGING?!' And it turned out that the guy had replaced all the people with puppets. So the officials started going around and pulling at people's faces to see if they were puppets. I remembered there was something up the road which I forgot and it was really important, so I started running back, and this TMNT came down the road in a luge (LOL.) and reported to the official. then another TMNT called up from the end of the road 'I found it!'&lt;br /&gt;then my brother sat on me and woke me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6260182602087584880?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6260182602087584880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6260182602087584880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6260182602087584880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6260182602087584880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/looks-like-its-dream-season-now-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1710849313352406523</id><published>2010-01-23T10:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:56:29.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, dream recount now.&lt;br /&gt;i was in my malaysia house, which is two houses connected together back to back. But the houses in my dream had less furniture than usual and the furniture was in weird places. Anyway, me and my parents were alone in the houses and it seemed like the middle of the night. Then at the back side of the house we saw this red and orange fiery glow coming up from the road and it turned out to be this fiery lion that was roaring and pacing about our gate. I was prepared to run away but my dad started to open the gate and go out to it. 'What are you doing?!' 'Oh don't worry, it's friendly.' 'How is that friendly?'&lt;br /&gt;In the end I ran away and the lion went away again. But then it came back a while later and when my father opened the gate it came towards me. Then when it was standing in the grass in front of me my dad told me to rotate my head in whichever direction it did, because it was twisting its head left and right. So I went like one of those animal trainer which go 'shhh calm down good boy it's alright' kind of thing, and then&lt;br /&gt;Lion: Hi there.&lt;br /&gt;Then I was laughing and glaring at my dad and saying 'You planned this all out, didn't you?' 'No, how could I do such a thing in such a serious situation'&lt;br /&gt;the lion gave us this baby in a bathtub, you know those plastic ones they always bathe you in when you're a baby, and it asked us to hide it from the other people.&lt;br /&gt;so we did it somewhere, I can't remember where, just in time before a jade and turquoise glow came up the road and a similarly colored lion was there, along with two similarly colored people, a guy and a woman. They came in and wanted to inspect our house, and we knew that we must hide the baby from them because they wanted to kill it. Since I was a kid they didn't take much notice of me so I went behind the house and pushed the bathtub to the other house just as they were leaving it. They didn't find anything so they left. We thought it was over then, but then they came back and asked to search the house again. I contemplated hiding the baby in the cupboard but it would be too obvious, so I draped the curtain over the side of it and placed the fan in front of it. there was a little space between the curtain and the glass door so it wasn't too noticable. then I ran by the grass patch along to the other house, and pretended that I had fallen asleep on the massage chair while drinking a packet of dutch lady milk (I have no idea why I did that). Then when they came in the woman was talking on the phone, most likely to her employer. She said that they were going to search the whole house again, and the employer was apparently getting impatient, and she said well what do you want us to do if you want to find the baby? Then she hung up and started laughing at me 'sleeping' saying that the milk will definitely spill. Then they finally gave up and left and I went up to my parent's closet and somehow teleported to another place through there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was this festival sort of thing, except it was a huge floating one in water and makeshift streets and alleys were weaved around it, and gondolas and boats and everything were travelling in the spaces. There was music playing really loudly and Illu was with me, but I can't remember what we did. Then I was in my room and my cousins were there and we embarked on this quest where we had to collect as many silver items as we could. We searched the room and I found a  whole load of silver under the quilt. But I remembered that greed was the death of many people in stories, so I left some under there and teleported to another place before my cousins. I ended up at the festival again and somehow it was called Singapore Youth Festival (LOL!) and Cindy was with me this time. We played a game where we had to take this bar and push it up the slanted board when there was an electromagnet attracting the bar back to the bottom. When I had finished there was a printed note that came out of a machine, which said 'Congratulations, you have good physical strength, but unfortunately you're ugly.' I couldn't stop laughing at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents woke me up and told me there was no art class because the sultan kinda like, died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1710849313352406523?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1710849313352406523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1710849313352406523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1710849313352406523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1710849313352406523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-dream-recount-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4534778521701748243</id><published>2010-01-21T19:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:26:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read Inkdeath and I Am The Messenger again, and I don't think the endings will ever cease to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markus Zusak uses amazing imagery. I like the 'her eyes dangled' parts. sounds sadistic but I think it just means she's looking down lol.&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember thinking that Ed would be a boring old nag when I first read the summary... Now I think I love him as much as Dustfinger. And the best part is that he can help people, not like those cliched superheroes, but without any special powers or anything. As the book says, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... you are the epitome of ordinariness, Ed... And if a guy like you can stand up and do what you did for all those people, well, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times I've said this already, but I love this book. Mingen's an idiot for not liking it D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Inkdeath. The part in the Castle in the Lake is totally the best. Although I had to skip whole chapters before that to keep awake (I read through everything the first time though) &gt;___&gt; especially when the chapter has Elinor or Fenoglio in it. Funke says she likes him though. I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;Why did they not mention the Jay's torture part in the summary? I think it was pretty important leh. gah. I should stop blabbering or people will think I'm crazy. Except Illu maybe, who shares my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it how people read the first few pages of Inkdeath, then return it to me saying it's boring D: It's been done to me two or more times already. It's so sad that they'll never see the pure awesomeness of the ending and go on and on and on about it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Fighting Reuben Wolfe, dammit. Why can't I find his books here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4534778521701748243?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4534778521701748243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4534778521701748243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4534778521701748243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4534778521701748243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-just-read-inkdeath-and-i-am-messenger.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3855612284229828933</id><published>2010-01-18T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:15:55.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it starts with an s, ends with an l, and has a choo between.</title><content type='html'>Tears, overflowing from our cup.&lt;br /&gt;Brains, overflowing from our craniums.&lt;br /&gt;Too much knowledge doth no good to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But rather, is a health hazard to the human brain&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the wonderful human mind!&lt;br /&gt;To be corroded as such by knowledge!&lt;br /&gt;(who needed to know about surds anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;What wastage, in the minds of those who&lt;br /&gt;Know the lazy truth&lt;br /&gt;Brain Damage! Thought Sewage! Sleepless Decades!&lt;br /&gt;How is it that young minds could be reduced to such a state&lt;br /&gt;Of being enclosed in hot, stuffy classrooms&lt;br /&gt;Wasting away as wave after wave of torture is dealt them!&lt;br /&gt;Is this the fate of our young generation?!&lt;br /&gt;Instruction and Education in an Innovative and Nurturing Environment?!&lt;br /&gt;Apparently. Oh yes. I am afraid so: the world has come to DOOMsday.&lt;br /&gt;No, my fellow comrades, no!&lt;br /&gt;I say we fight for our rights to be exactly what we are&lt;br /&gt;Young People Who Have a Freaking Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote this with a friend, in a fit of frustration. Therefore, nothing said in this poem is to be taken seriously, literally, or logically. I now shirk all responsibility :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3855612284229828933?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3855612284229828933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3855612284229828933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3855612284229828933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3855612284229828933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/tears-overflowing-from-our-cup.html' title='it starts with an s, ends with an l, and has a choo between.'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1472607961781513882</id><published>2010-01-16T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:33:34.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I have said, Ye &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; gods;&lt;br /&gt;and all of you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; children of the most High.&lt;br /&gt;But ye shall die like men,&lt;br /&gt;and fall like one of the princes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Psalms 82:6 - 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stumbled upon these verses and liked them, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's alot of truth in the Chrysalids. If you do anything that differs from people's definition from the norm, and everyone has a different definition, then people will notice it. For sure. So in order not to be noticed, you have to be as normal as possible. Yet if you make yourself too plain then people will also notice that. It's hard to be invisible &gt;___&gt; in the Bartimaeus trilogy there is this man called Hopkins who is so plain hardly anyone notices him, and everyone who does forgets him soon after. I envy him that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you're invisible, that means you're invincible. Because no one can kill you if no one knows of your existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1472607961781513882?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1472607961781513882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1472607961781513882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1472607961781513882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1472607961781513882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-said-ye-are-gods-and-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2476741018038117299</id><published>2010-01-16T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T15:18:52.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'll be going off to art class to paint my dead fish soon. They're all hanging on a pole at the seaside. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;Dead fish heads are so nice to draw, right? especially those eyeballs without the pupils. I'm fascinated with them now. Well it's the only nice reference picture there, the rest are scenery or surreal landscapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited. I'm eating pears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2476741018038117299?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2476741018038117299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2476741018038117299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2476741018038117299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2476741018038117299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/ill-be-going-off-to-art-class-to-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7068810425107926754</id><published>2010-01-09T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:08:08.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I finally got down to trying to design Zephyros' outfit once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S0gs6v-DCGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UNooX4nLmaw/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S0gs6v-DCGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UNooX4nLmaw/s320/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424635138988509282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the early version of the retractable blades, which is not very feasible really, since they are so short that once they are extended she can hardly do anything but poke people when she punches them. I obviously didn't realize that at the time.&lt;br /&gt;I also removed the straps on the guard-things on her gloves and made it stick to the cloth instead &gt;__&gt; it occurred to me that it would be rather hard to hold things with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S0gs6FCXlvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cPle8zEFyds/s1600-h/Zephyros+DN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S0gs6FCXlvI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cPle8zEFyds/s320/Zephyros+DN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424635127463909106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the (almost) finalized version, which I did while I was supposed to be doing chinese homework, which explains the stupid coloring.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I got the RUN thing from when I was drawing the poster for PBL &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone give advice on the colors please? They should be like that with a few slight variations (since I colored on a single layer and didn't have time to adjust) but I don't know... is it like too colorful or weird or something. Critique on the outfit as a whole is welcome too.&lt;br /&gt;Personally I only like the shoes and the retractable blades... lol. Though I'm trying to find a way to make them extend longer. Oh and the back isn't straight anymore because I realized that if she bent her hand the blade would be poking into her elbow. I measured everything using my Amath book, which came in useful because it is exactly the length of my arm from elbow to wrist (a cubit?) so. that's the only thing it's useful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School will kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7068810425107926754?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7068810425107926754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7068810425107926754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7068810425107926754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7068810425107926754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/okay-i-finally-got-down-to-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S0gs6v-DCGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/UNooX4nLmaw/s72-c/Image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-5410716828408388321</id><published>2010-01-06T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:22:40.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the moons of September and October best - the Harvest moon and the Hunter's moon.&lt;br /&gt;January's supposed to be Wolf moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-5410716828408388321?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/5410716828408388321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=5410716828408388321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5410716828408388321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5410716828408388321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-like-moons-of-september-and-october.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1668528119559578786</id><published>2009-12-28T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:06:41.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We were supposed to watch Avatar, but it was sold out, so we ended up watching Alvin and the Chipmunks 2.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;No offence to anyone who likes them, but it hurt my eyes to watch.&lt;br /&gt;It's like one of those shows in which everything is so stupid and you have to cover your eyes, which is what I did, for about half the movie.&lt;br /&gt;At least the singing's alright without watching them dancing.&lt;br /&gt;Even my brother thought it was disgusting ;D&lt;br /&gt;So throughout the show it was all 'Urgh. Urghhhh... Please let it end. Please? ...urgh.'&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't let there be a third one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1668528119559578786?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1668528119559578786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1668528119559578786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1668528119559578786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1668528119559578786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-were-supposed-to-watch-avatar-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-5975642286246630652</id><published>2009-12-26T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:20:04.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suddenly noticed at the bottom of MS Word: Saving Viede Story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but that's impossible even for Word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-5975642286246630652?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/5975642286246630652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=5975642286246630652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5975642286246630652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5975642286246630652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-suddenly-noticed-at-bottom-of-ms-word.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6577374624462508039</id><published>2009-12-24T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:35:14.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm back from church camp. And guess what, my left foot got injured at both camps. At the first one I kicked some cement while skipping around entertaining the kids (which is inevitably making yourself look like an idiot) and at the second one I twisted it because when I got up everything was numb up to the knee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering if it'll sue me for abuse or something. It's not my fault really, just bad luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Homework is... the insane boss fight that no one can ever win right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself doing research on schizophrenia, paranoia and OCDs for the viede story. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I was going to say, except I had a dream about sticking toothpicks the length of my hand into myself with symbols there. They're something like a metaphor for the stake in the heart which are the things that are bothering me. Or something. And I heard one of my church friends' voices while I was dreaming and  remembered what he said and he told me he was actually saying that. Bloody cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, I had to go see a chinese doctor and get acupuncture done on my foot a few hours later. The needles weren't as long as my hand but they were pretty much the width of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's bloody scary. Feeling stuff poking into your foot. And I think there was blood from the veins leaking out of one of the holes. Because it was dark red and nearly black? o___o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6577374624462508039?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6577374624462508039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6577374624462508039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6577374624462508039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6577374624462508039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-im-back-from-church-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7318758433876173484</id><published>2009-12-20T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:13:04.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The thing about being assigned proposition for clubbing as a debate topic, is knowing that no matter what I'm going to lose, and finding counter arguments which have no way of being argued against without being illogical.&lt;br /&gt;... I need some enthusiasm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7318758433876173484?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7318758433876173484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7318758433876173484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7318758433876173484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7318758433876173484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/thing-about-being-assigned-proposition.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-9036988006571115003</id><published>2009-12-20T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:48:19.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are the results of an hour's brainstorming in a hotel in taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XCy1ip-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a3-cgT6Nj6M/s1600-h/Vs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XCy1ip-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a3-cgT6Nj6M/s320/Vs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292738546804706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to flip this around. Oh and this was done in a bus, hence the illegible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XDEj42VI/AAAAAAAAAdY/nN-EClZSbXI/s1600-h/Vs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XDEj42VI/AAAAAAAAAdY/nN-EClZSbXI/s320/Vs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292743304599890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when I was wondering whether I should give Viedea lover and considering their first ever conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally I got shocked by my dad more than ten times at the airport. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XDu_9c6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/7-uEjBfyTJ4/s1600-h/Vs3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XDu_9c6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/7-uEjBfyTJ4/s320/Vs3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292754696631202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return of the Warpholes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate mindmaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XELH47oI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tzd7vSdldHw/s1600-h/Vs4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XELH47oI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Tzd7vSdldHw/s320/Vs4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292762246082178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More mindmaps. And... weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XpjDNQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/MeyfWpSBLAU/s1600-h/Vs5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XpjDNQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/MeyfWpSBLAU/s320/Vs5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417293404324053890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I love that how do you know my name thing. I'm so going to put that in when Robert meets Viede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's Viede's eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XCZhoj2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/G_rJ7E2fi8E/s1600-h/Viedeye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XCZhoj2I/AAAAAAAAAdI/G_rJ7E2fi8E/s320/Viedeye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417292731752419170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Zephyros story, I've tried using the hunger games concept for character development. Since Zephyros is definitely the type to survive in the hunger games. But the truth is, she and Eurus definitely won't be able to survive it together. And she'll probably freak out in the end and try to kill Eurus, but she'll get killed by him instead. Sad really. Since they're already fighting about certain things, because of different beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I STILL LACK A PLOT FOR THE WHOLE STORY.&lt;br /&gt;I sorted out the characters and all, but I don't know what they should do.&lt;br /&gt;I know in the end they just refuse to pass on the powers to anyone anymore, and just run away from the capitol, but they're supposed to be used as weapons in this war before that.&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I hate wars. I'm so bad at them.&lt;br /&gt;What could be the enemy of wind? Earth? No, maybe there should be four sections of the wind country, north south east west. Then they fight each other every century and the one who wins can rule the country for the next 100 years. But then how will they meet each other? Is it better sport to let the Winds become friends before pitting them against each other? but then how will they survive in the end o___o just blow up the whole thing? or what. No, that doesn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they do it because of tradition? but it still doesn't make sense. How will they get out anyway? And I want Boreas to show off his cool powers.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe instead of fighting within themselves they go to fight someone else. And then they run away. Makes perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Zephyros' gonna belong to a gang called Masquerade o___o and they wear those masks things, except on the back of their heads so their face is showing. I don't know where I got that idea. It's supposed to say something like we're not afraid to let you know who we are, but don't you mess with us because there's a side of us you don't want to mess with?&lt;br /&gt;... Someone please help me. I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;So Zephyros' a swallow, Eurus' a peregrine falcon (bird with fastest recorded dive), Notus' a stork or something of the kind, and Boreas' an eagle (bald eagle? I'm tempted to make him bald, but that would be too.. I don't know). I keep wondering if this is right though. It seems a little weird to me.&lt;br /&gt;AGH I'm not going to think about this for a while. S'long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-9036988006571115003?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/9036988006571115003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=9036988006571115003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9036988006571115003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9036988006571115003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/these-are-results-of-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sy4XCy1ip-I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/a3-cgT6Nj6M/s72-c/Vs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3889330094562548516</id><published>2009-12-19T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:09:49.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw this some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I'd have to say that as odd and as much of an outsider as Edward is, he's way more part of the IN-crowd than Jacob. I mean, Edward is at least attending the local public school while Jacob is stuck on the reservation, Edward plays baseball and he even takes Bella to prom - how cute is that! He's obviously a good sport and really tries to make Bella feel loved and cared for. And he's described as being protective, charming, polite and bonus - romantic! Since he doesn't need to sleep, he can get a lot more done than the average human."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Part of the in-crowd, right. If sitting alone at the table during lunch and glowering at everyone in school automatically qualifies someone to be a member of the in-crowd, then I'm also qualified.&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, taking Bella to prom would be pretty cute according to some people, except for the fact that Bella was violently objecting it the whole entire time and her leg was freaking broken. Way to be unselfish, Edward.&lt;br /&gt;A good sport? I can't believe what I'm reading. Maybe this is a different Edward they're referring to, not the one that blatantly refused to let Bella meet Jacob and is a creepy/depressed stalker/killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure Bella feels really loved and cared for while she's being ordered around like a three-year-old. That's the universal expression of love isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Protective? Understatement. A serious one.&lt;br /&gt;Read any part of the books with Edward and Jacob in it, and you can see how bloody polite he is.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, he can get lots more done. Like participating in stalkerish activities eg. watching you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still on Team Bella's Truck, btw. But if you asked me to choose between Edward and Jacob, I'd choose Jacob. At least I can ask him to hurry up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all because my sister wanted to go watch new moon, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I think people only go watch it for the half-naked people in it, because it's definitely not for the acting, or the characters, or the plot.&lt;br /&gt;And Dan's blogs for eclipse are epic. I never realized the abusive relationship thing, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Cullen, Ford Prefect will kick your ass with his towel ;D&lt;br /&gt;Or the Marquis, with his... whatever he uses. I can't remember. SNEHA, I WANT NEVERWHERE BACK. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil Gaiman's books are quite sick actually. Especially Fragile Things, there's like sex all over the place. Neverwhere doesn't really have much and The Graveyard Book has none at all. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;... I want Neverwhere now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3889330094562548516?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3889330094562548516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3889330094562548516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3889330094562548516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3889330094562548516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-saw-this-some-id-have-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1032806974267706845</id><published>2009-12-16T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:46:13.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in taiwan, but now, I have come BACK to SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see you figure out where that came from. You probably know but the hint is pigeons in a pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy books 2, 3, 4, and 5 at the airport. Smart huh. I want the first one too, it has the don't panic sticker o___o GAH. But I didn't see that edition anywhere. Anyway, I also want And Another Thing... I hope Eoin Colfer doesn't ruin it though. He doesn't seem like a very humorous person to me, just more sarcastic kind of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is by far the sanest book I've come across. Honest. I've learnt that, seriously, my Viede story is nothing in comparison. Although it's not really supposed to be compared because it's not solely for the sake of humor, but for the sake of peanut butter. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway his vocab is really good and the dictionary actually got used by me while reading those books. And he actually looks like a Douglas Adams, unlike some authors who don't look like their names. Maybe my pen name should be Maria because LY says I look like a Maria. Except that would be disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realized that the insane logic of my Viede story needs a whole lot of improvement and my character development needs work too. Of course, the story will be so stuffed full of Daemus' rants that you'll be sick of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Fragile Things, there is a really nice story called Bitter Grounds. I really like how the man says he is as good as dead and doesn't care about anything anymore and just does whatever he wants. And yet he seems more alive to me than everyone else who is tied down with responsibilities and worries and their jobs or whatever. I like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also read the Crucible. Looking at these people really piss me off D: Is this why christians seem to have a bad reputation as being hypocrites? There is this same kind of people in Lizzie and Buckminster Boy as well. The stupid reverend's whining about his bloody salary for goodness' sake. How hypocritical can that be?&lt;br /&gt;I see John Proctor noticed. Good man.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to get so mad you could scream, which is how I felt, read the Crucible or Lizzie and the Buckminster Boy. And it's not a this book is so awful kind of mad you get when reading Twilight of House of Night, but a these people have absolutely no common sense kind of mad. They're the kind of characters that make you wonder how the main character can not completely freak out and punch them in the face at that stage.&lt;br /&gt;From the start I sensed alot of that in the book &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, there's that kind of stuff in To Kill a Mockingbird too. Poor Tom. And stupid, stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Stonecrop. I literally had to make myself take deep breaths when reading parts with him in it. Maybe I'm overreacting. But the piss me off so much.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely I only get mad at fictional characters. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really want to ask those people a question: Why the heck do you think witches would be so stupid as to cast spells on people while they're in court and condemn themselves to hang? It totally doesn't make sense thanks.&lt;br /&gt;It's quite sad really, that book. D:&lt;br /&gt;John and Elizabeth Proctor. The last few pages were the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always (I somehow typed it as alsowatch o___O) liked this concept of Mindscape Rampage I had since a long time ago. I do hope it's not already thought up by someone else. It's like a rampage into others' mindscapes, changing their thinking and giving them new ideas and all that. Maybe the store Illu and I will be running away to set up can be called that. I mean, who ever thought of goggles that float and a teleporter in a desk?&lt;br /&gt;The latter is so that you don't have to carry your books to school, and your desk will never be cluttered either. Just choose on the interface what you want and when you open your desk it'll be there! Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1032806974267706845?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1032806974267706845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1032806974267706845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1032806974267706845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1032806974267706845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-in-taiwan-but-now-i-have-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6628349606892458930</id><published>2009-12-03T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:48:03.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gave up on my appraisal.&lt;br /&gt;so I'm just reading Gintama and laughing my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it gets the three laughs per page thing that Mr Miura says is golden in Bakuman.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting height... o___o&lt;br /&gt;I also didn't know what Ferris Wheels were made to kiss in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6628349606892458930?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6628349606892458930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6628349606892458930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6628349606892458930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6628349606892458930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-gave-up-on-my-appraisal.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8468544595789609195</id><published>2009-12-03T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:45:28.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a mob of angry sheep.</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. I go to taiwan tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1) Answer the ones below and add up the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;2) If you got a certain number, look for the word representing the number and repost this tag as "I am a _____."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like cheese. (CHEEEESE :D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You hate peanuts. (but I like peanut butter.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You agree that this quiz is random. (not random enough.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have farted today. (I just did 8D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have choked on something. (I tried doing that thing where the tongue obstructs the airway. AND I FREAKING DID IT I'M SO AWESOME NO?!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are a writer. (in name. wait, it's not even in name.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You smoke.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like to swim. (D:)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have farted more than once today. (Lol... Eating too much eggs gives you ammonia gas?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have lied more than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are an only child.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have more than 3 pets.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You prefer water to other drinks. (I prefer milk tea hahah.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are an alcoholic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are under 20 years old.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are over 30 years old.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a boyfriend/girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like jewelry. (allergic to metal. Plus, you have to keep removing them when you shower D: I vow not to become like you-know-who.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like the music genre rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You weigh more than 140 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like pirates. (POTC O___O)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like anime. (somewhat. I just hate girls like Nagisa.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a fangirl/fanboy of something.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You take a prescription drug every day.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a job.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You live with your parents.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like to eat eggs. (LIKE?! I FREAKING LOVE THEM O___O)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have a religion/you believe in a God.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You dress stranger than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have had diarrhoea in the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have eaten something odd before. (Um, french fries with yogurt... and various other things that shall not be mentioned. Green tea prata, paper? Oops I mentioned it. My bad.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are bad at math. (HAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You love electronics.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - Someone/something has pissed you off in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You curse a lot. (hopefully not.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You believe in aliens. (ALIENSSS)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You play video games. (Waste of time.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You carry a purse when you go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like flowers. (Useless?! :D Except for nightshade hahah. )&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are bisexual or homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a Capricorn or a Scorpio. (Pisces....)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have used tarot before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You believe in ghosts. (THE LAST GHOST AHHHH)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You believe in horoscopes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You thought some jokes you read today was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have gotten some riddles right. (;D)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have gotten in/came close to being in a fist fight. (Don't all fights involve fists? Unless it's like slapping and poking... o___o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like fire.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have fainted or passed out before.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a high school diploma.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You used to live in America.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You use hand sanitizer a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You consider yourself a nerd.(as if.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have tried chewing tobacco.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a conspiracy theorist. (:D?!?!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You sleep in the nude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have imagined yourself being famous. (I had nightmares about it.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You own a stuffed animal. (A horse. From Toy Story.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like watermelon. (;D)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You used to live in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a fetish for something.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You fidget a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You agree that this quiz has nothing to do with anything.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You won't re-post this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have your own personal computer and don't share one.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You can cook well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like to party. (Please no.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You are a bad dancer. (I don't even hahah.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a professional dancer.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have crossed paths with a black cat. (I was kinda chasing it actually.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have a friend that you think is crazy. (Oh so many.)&lt;br /&gt;[x]- You have under 10 good, close friends.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are anticipating your answer to this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have run away from something. (FROM LI YUN O___O And ming en.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have watched the movie: "X Men 3". (I bought X-Men 1, X-men 1.5 which I still don't know what the heck it is, X-Men 2 and X-Men 3? Wait I thought it was called The Last Stand or something. Ohwell. I have X-Men Origins also *squee*Though the wolverine guy is too hairy I like the guy with the cards. Forgot his name. But he's way better looking lol. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You like to mix soft drinks together. (Well I did it during class party and at least managed to finish it. And Elaine said my concoction was nice? I'mma  genius.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have done an odd experiment. (Too many to count?!)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - People have stared at you oddly in public. (Kinda like when I found out the Marquis revived or fell asleep while standing and collapsed on the floor of the mrt?)&lt;br /&gt;[x] - Your grandmother(s) are still alive.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a step-mom or dad.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You hate to be tagged.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have been a member to soompi for under 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have a soompi addiction. You come here at least twice a day. (o___O?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - Your hair is brown.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You love to eat candy. (not so much anymore. It makes me sleepy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL SO FAR = 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You have dressed up for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You love cats. (BLACK CAT O WO )&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have a quirky personality.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a coffee addict.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You live near a body of water.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You have had a toothache. (hasn't everyone in the era of candy.)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You currently have to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You like reading others' comments on this quiz&lt;br /&gt;[ ] - You are a vegetarian/vegan.&lt;br /&gt;[x] - You use the term: "Epic Fail". (HAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAND TOTAL = 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;0-25 = A spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;26 = Corn.&lt;br /&gt;27 = The Chosen One.&lt;br /&gt;28 = A donkey.&lt;br /&gt;29 = Flashlight.&lt;br /&gt;30 = Weed.&lt;br /&gt;31 = Stalker.&lt;br /&gt;32 = Poodle.&lt;br /&gt;33 = A turd.&lt;br /&gt;34 = Pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;35 = Chili.&lt;br /&gt;36 = A continent.&lt;br /&gt;37 = Bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;38 = A Nissan Skyline.&lt;br /&gt;39 = Paedophile.&lt;br /&gt;40 = A rather large and smelly fish.&lt;br /&gt;41 = Parachute.&lt;br /&gt;42 = Mob of angry sheep.&lt;br /&gt;43 = A clone of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;44 = A mortified chocolate deer antler.&lt;br /&gt;45 = Pincushion.&lt;br /&gt;46 = Toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;47 = Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;48 = Psycho passion fruit.&lt;br /&gt;49 = Yellow snow.&lt;br /&gt;50 = Flammable.&lt;br /&gt;51 = A poison Easter basket.&lt;br /&gt;52 = A dirty diaper.&lt;br /&gt;53 = Mammary gland.&lt;br /&gt;54 = A moose humping a guardrail.&lt;br /&gt;55 = An illegal immigrant.&lt;br /&gt;56 = Tofu.&lt;br /&gt;57 = Microscopic testicle fuzz.&lt;br /&gt;58 = Staple gun.&lt;br /&gt;59 = Tail feather.&lt;br /&gt;60 = A white rapper.&lt;br /&gt;61 = A shotgun shell.&lt;br /&gt;62 = Sexy as hell.&lt;br /&gt;63 = A popcorn fart.&lt;br /&gt;64 = A rusty, herpes infected needle.&lt;br /&gt;65 = Fortune cookie.&lt;br /&gt;66 = Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;67 = Chinchilla.&lt;br /&gt;68 = Weapon of mass destruction.&lt;br /&gt;69 = An epic failure at everything.&lt;br /&gt;70 = Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;71 = Naughty nymphomaniac.&lt;br /&gt;72 = Bicycle tire.&lt;br /&gt;73 = A semi-proportionate and anonymous fish scale.&lt;br /&gt;74 = The Bubonic Plague.&lt;br /&gt;75 = Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;76 = Amoeba.&lt;br /&gt;77 = A lice-infected hobo.&lt;br /&gt;78 = The ruler of all evil.&lt;br /&gt;79 = Horny toad.&lt;br /&gt;80 = Fairy Godmother.&lt;br /&gt;81 = Tuba.&lt;br /&gt;82 = Anorexic llama capillary.&lt;br /&gt;83 = Moldy snot.&lt;br /&gt;84 = Miley Cyrus wannabe.&lt;br /&gt;85 = Doppelganger.&lt;br /&gt;86 = Future porn star.&lt;br /&gt;87 = Unnatural disaster.&lt;br /&gt;88 = Statistical database.&lt;br /&gt;89 = Genital lice.&lt;br /&gt;90 = Rocket launcher.&lt;br /&gt;91 = Ruby vomit.&lt;br /&gt;92 = Maggot.&lt;br /&gt;93 = Selfish antagonistic poofing cat.&lt;br /&gt;94 = Pudding.&lt;br /&gt;95 = A gravy train.&lt;br /&gt;96 = Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;97 = Paris Hilton's big toe.&lt;br /&gt;98 = Decaying insect corpse.&lt;br /&gt;99 = Blood bank.&lt;br /&gt;100 = Freak of nature and humanity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8468544595789609195?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8468544595789609195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8468544595789609195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8468544595789609195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8468544595789609195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-mob-of-angry-sheep.html' title='I am a mob of angry sheep.'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7380767136295237993</id><published>2009-12-02T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:37:24.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'll leave the way of words to walk the wood&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the forest's man, and greet the sun,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the silence blossom on my tongue&lt;br /&gt;like language.&lt;br /&gt; - Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found this again and remembered I thought it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being haunted by Mr Croup.&lt;br /&gt;I keep remembering Door's family's throats being cut 'from ear to ear'..&lt;br /&gt;then I keep tracing the part under the jaw that extends from one ear to another...&lt;br /&gt;And it's really quite soft and easy to slice through really...&lt;br /&gt;GAH MR VANDEMAR GET AWAY FROM ME.&lt;br /&gt;You tortured my dear Marquis, so I hate you and that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, I kind of like the chapter of Acts 2. Not for biblical reasons, just for the descriptions o w o I'll quote the parts I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Acts 2&lt;br /&gt;17 And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly like 'your old men shall dream dreams'. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19 And I will shew wonders in heaven above, and signs in the earth beneath; blood, and fire, and vapour of smoke: &lt;br /&gt;20 The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and notable day of the Lord come:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No explanation needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24 Whom God hath raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole sentence somehow sounds nice.. 'loosed the pains of death' o___o&lt;br /&gt;I like the part where it says 'neither wilt thou suffer'. It just sounds so nice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't suppose it's wrong to just like the words used right o___o I forgot who wrote Acts but... Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7380767136295237993?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7380767136295237993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7380767136295237993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7380767136295237993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7380767136295237993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/ill-leave-way-of-words-to-walk-wood-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6269317260877046110</id><published>2009-12-02T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T18:05:22.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally got hooked on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_UibSCED0o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; song after I heard it at the end of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAowjjHgKks"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Doing appraisal now u____u It's fun actually. I can write alot more this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6269317260877046110?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6269317260877046110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6269317260877046110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6269317260877046110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6269317260877046110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-totally-got-hooked-on-this-song-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2605044673996574605</id><published>2009-12-01T08:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T09:03:28.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I had this really long dream and I'm rushing to record it down now.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like a horror dream so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;First, I was in school for this combined Red Cross and Guides training (lol) except the school wasn't really the school. You know that place where you can walk from the foyer to the stairs with the greenish plant-ish painted wall? It was like the foyer, only bigger and there was that wall in between separating the 2 UGs and there was a door in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;And behind us where the wall with the seats should be was this muddy drain and then this large dirt track thing, and behind there was a forest. Then there was this monkey orang utan thing coming up on the track (it ran parallel to us) it somehow seemed familiar. But it was just standing on a stone slab that moved up the track like an escalator. Behind it came these monkeyxantelope hybrid things that were also on stone slabs, but they were running in slow motion on the slabs and their hooves kicked up the snow (snow?) on the slabs. There was also this dark blue car coming up.&lt;br /&gt;After that, suddenly this fat guy appeared and I somehow knew that he was my enemy and was trying to kill me. So I kind of hit him hard with something then he disappeared again. Then I called the Red Cross people to keep watch for him, because he could appear anywhere. I remember shouting 'Watch that place! (the dirt track) Watch every single place he can come out from anywhere!' We locked the door in the wall and suddenly it started shaking under some heavy blows. It was prolly that guy so I started watching the wall. Then the blows stopped for a while and guides called out to us that he was gone and we can resume our activities now. But it wasn't just something like hornet attack or whatever (lol) I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly my gut feeling told me that the fat guy had told everyone that he was after me and this close friend of mine (he was a guy and I don't recall meeting him before.) Then I had this image in my head of the guy, who kinda looked like Sariel and also kinda looked like Riku from Eyeshield 21 (LOL.) Then he was in this classroom which was like our classroom at the ground floor last time but the students there were in blue uniform. He was tied to a chair and the students were saying that they should just kill him so that "he" will leave this school and not bother them anymore. So they took this mirror and put my friend in front of it and drew his outline on with permanent marker so that the guy will see that he was being killed. My friend was yelling something like 'Look at your attire! How dare you have such short skirts! Horrible!' then I heard this scream and I knew it was over.&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of that place and came upon this place like a zoo or something. There were lions and zebras and monkeys and all that. But everything was really quiet, the animals didn't make any sound, they just stared at me. There were some zookeepers eating curry at the side too but they were also staring at me. I was playing frisbee with this black rubber loop and it fell inside the lions' enclosure so I went in to get it. They didn't attack me either. So I went out and met these feel talking monkeys. They were playing monkey in the middle with this rubber ball and they were like 'Catch it catch it!' Then one of them came up to me and patted me on the back saying 'Yeah, well done man!' Then they took my hand and escorted me to the gate, and one of them said 'I like you. You don't walk like Qing Xin (my cousin).' He demonstrated with a skipping kind of walk. I gave them my rubber frisbee as a reward and went off down the road.&lt;br /&gt;There was this enclosure with horses in it, but they were totally huge. There was this brown horse loose on the road that was nearly two times my height. I was kinda scared to go near it but in the end I just went really slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the fat guy's car pulling up on the road (I don't know how I knew it was his) and it was some kind of silver car (I bet it was a Volvo) and I started running like crazy. I reached this house and somehow this old couple took me in. (What, is this X-Men origins wolverine? &gt;___&gt; At least I wasn't naked.) The old man was really hostile and he wouldn't believe a word I said about the fat guy. The old woman was more disbelieving but willing to listen. So I was pretty frustrated and when I went up to the bedroom I was telling the old woman about the fat guy and she wanted to know his name. Apparently I had a long history with him because I knew all his names. But I was afraid to say them because names have power (I've learnt that ten times over) and somehow I thought he might hear them and find my location. But still I whispered them to her 'Centurion... Capricorn (LOL!)'. Actually I didn't know what centurion was until I searched the dictionary just now and it said 'the commander of a century in the Roman army'? That's pretty cool. The old lady was like having a shocked face and saying 'Isn't Centurion a person that kills people? That's terrible!' I was like 'I don't know' and pretty damn frustrated with all these stupid people. Then I sensed that Capricorn was outside the window and in the end was begging her please please please lock the windows and she locked them. Then the guy came up and said no more discussion about this craziness. And I realized that all this originated from a long long time ago, and there was someone behind what Centurion was doing who was called the Queen of Snow and the Queen of something else, then there was this thing called the Light.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened next, except it involved a fat penguin. And I don't think he caught me in the end (because I'm too awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dreams like these. Though my friend getting killed was probably the worst part o___o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2605044673996574605?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2605044673996574605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2605044673996574605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2605044673996574605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2605044673996574605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-i-had-this-really-long-dream-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-9085278624395360186</id><published>2009-11-28T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:17:43.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Behold, the yet unfinished and yet unnamed Story, a future unique piece of mush rotting in the garbage!&lt;br /&gt;Featuring:&lt;br /&gt;Viede the Boring&lt;br /&gt;Daemus the Insane&lt;br /&gt;Pinion the Blank&lt;br /&gt;Raphael the Buttercup&lt;br /&gt;Jake the FWHOOM&lt;br /&gt;Ethe the Pokey&lt;br /&gt;Ethan the Golden Silence&lt;br /&gt;Quinn the Feminine&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...&lt;br /&gt;LORD BIRO THE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;Available in bookstores &lt;s&gt;now&lt;/s&gt; never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that Viede and Daemus have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to guess the most commonly used word throughout their whole meeting?&lt;br /&gt;'Wait'.&lt;br /&gt;At least it seems that way to me, I didn't actually count hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But Daemus keeps rushing for time and rushing over all the explanations and since there are whole lot of explanations, Viede keeps saying wait and going back and he has to explain all over again and stuck in all the pointless arguments about brain sizes and personal charm and the whole meeting to the point where Pinion came in is about 4651 words.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, try to think over what you're saying and give a coherent and well thought out response. Maybe we'd be able to move on that way and I wouldn't have to keep going back and adding in more crap into your conversations? Deal? Deal.&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you'll fail your essays. Off topic to the max.&lt;br /&gt;You'll fail your summaries too. I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;And I bet when doing comprehensions Daemus would answer, 'The answer is in paragraph 3, line 57. Know that little organ in your head that I'd really like to put a bullet through? Use it and stop asking ridiculous questions. Or I'll be forced to shoot your brain as mentioned above. Oh, don't worry, I won't miss. Small targets don't bother me.'&lt;br /&gt;Viede would probably answer, 'This question is irrelevant to me or my life, and therefore is a waste of time.  I blatantly refuse to waste my time on such irrelevancies. It is better spent eating ice cubes.'&lt;br /&gt;Ethe: 'This is a truly complex and well-phrased question. I applaud your genius for being able to come up with a question so breathtakingly beautiful in its complexity. I was destined to answer this question. I live to answer this question. It is my fate. The answer is buried deep in my soul, at the very depths of my being. The profound and holy nature of this answer is not to be put down on this lowly, unworthy paper. I will have it carved onto tablets of solid gold bigger than the pyramids. I will spell it out across the sky with the stars...'&lt;br /&gt;Ethe's really quite talkative when he's being passionate about something.&lt;br /&gt;Pinion would leave the paper blank.&lt;br /&gt;Quinn would just answer the question. In illegible handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm doing this hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But well. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to actually like my characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-9085278624395360186?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/9085278624395360186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=9085278624395360186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9085278624395360186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9085278624395360186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-realize-that-viede-and-daemus-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8196246177826712640</id><published>2009-11-28T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:49:51.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Incendiary by Vernon Scannell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one small boy with a face like pallid cheese&lt;br /&gt;And burnt-out little eyes could make a blaze&lt;br /&gt;As brazen, fierce and huge, as red and gold&lt;br /&gt;And zany yellow as the one that spoiled&lt;br /&gt;Three thousand guineas' worth of property&lt;br /&gt;And crops at Godwin's Farm on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Is frightening---as fact and metaphor:&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary match intended for&lt;br /&gt;The lighting of a pipe or kitchen fire&lt;br /&gt;Misused may set a whole menagerie&lt;br /&gt;Of flame-fanged tigers roaring hungrily.&lt;br /&gt;And frightening, too, that one small boy should set&lt;br /&gt;The sky on fire and choke the stars to heat&lt;br /&gt;Such skinny limbs and such a little heart&lt;br /&gt;Which would have been content with one warm kiss&lt;br /&gt;Had there been anyone to offer this. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: brainstorming session ahoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem above sounds so much like the destroyer of words o___o&lt;br /&gt;And I just learned that incendiary means something capable of causing fire, or an arsonist or something hahah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really don't know now to write the part about the destroyer of words. Currently he's supposed to be running away from the villagers because he burned down their library (LOL) and then comes into the cave wounded? Gah what kind of wound should he have. It can't be from burns. And I still can't explain how he gets the power of fire from. Maybe his hatred turned to fire... okay that's just lame, but I'm really stuck at the moment. Then the keeper has to be there to interpret whatever he's trying to say without words... But since words matter so much to her how does she understand? But then no one would be able to understand him. GAH THIS IS TERRIBLE. Okay maybe there's sign language or something... I don't know... And then maybe he's grouchy because of the rain? And they have to go and get some books for him to tear up in that dramatic scene... Wait she has books already. But somehow it got planned for the keeper and the child to go to the graveyard and retrieve the dictionary which is when he finds out she created him... Maybe they go to the village to find medicine to treat the destroyer's wounds? That should be fine, but there should be this long episode where they go from distrust to reluctant trust and all that. After that, what? They live there until his wounds heal? Where do they get the food? I shouldn't drag it longer because it's meant to be short but then I want it to be like 'Hey, his wounds are healed now, we don't need each other anymore so what are we gonna do now?' So maybe I'll just describe it briefly.. There's supposed to be some plants around there they can eat.. Anyway it's only two people and the child can go by himself at night to snag some fear from nightmares. Wait, wouldn't she have to touch him when she treats his wounds? No he can be defensive and all that and insist on treating his own wounds. Hostile, like. Then what prompts him to touch her in the first place... GAH I'M STUCK. Okay maybe she says I guess this is where we part huh then he signs he's just gonna keep on destroying books and because she loves words anyway she tries to convince him not to and he refuses and she cries and since he does care for her he tries to touch her shoulder to comfort her and then GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! YOU GUYS BETRAYED MEHHH!!!! Chaos, frustration and despair ensues respectively.&lt;br /&gt;... I think I got it pretty much planned out. Brainstorming works. But now I'm gonna procrastinate and not work on it again. Gah I'm stuck at the part where it meets the keeper but I can't write it because I can't think of a title. J suggested 'Spelling Hope' and I think that's nice but it's weird, because it's not really hope. Saving Words? Keeping the child? Wait what kind of blabber is that. Keeping Words? Since he's made of words anyway. Maybe I shall go with that since my brain is completely empty now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8196246177826712640?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8196246177826712640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8196246177826712640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8196246177826712640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8196246177826712640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/incendiary-by-vernon-scannell-that-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6290530019612025100</id><published>2009-11-28T16:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:19:56.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Spelling by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter plays on the floor&lt;br /&gt;with plastic letters,&lt;br /&gt;red, blue &amp;amp; hard yellow,&lt;br /&gt;learning how to spell,&lt;br /&gt;spelling,&lt;br /&gt;how to make spells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many women&lt;br /&gt;denied themselves daughters,&lt;br /&gt;closed themselves in rooms,&lt;br /&gt;drew the curtains&lt;br /&gt;so they could mainline words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child is not a poem,&lt;br /&gt;a poem is not a child.&lt;br /&gt;There is no either / or.&lt;br /&gt;However.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to the story&lt;br /&gt;of the woman caught in the war&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; in labour, her thighs tied&lt;br /&gt;together by the enemy&lt;br /&gt;so she could not give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancestress: the burning witch,&lt;br /&gt;her mouth covered by leather&lt;br /&gt;to strangle words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word after a word&lt;br /&gt;after a word is power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point where language falls away&lt;br /&gt;from the hot bones, at the point&lt;br /&gt;where the rock breaks open and darkness&lt;br /&gt;flows out of it like blood, at&lt;br /&gt;the melting point of granite&lt;br /&gt;when the bones know&lt;br /&gt;they are hollow &amp;amp; the word&lt;br /&gt;splits &amp;amp; doubles &amp;amp; speaks&lt;br /&gt;the truth &amp;amp; the body&lt;br /&gt;itself becomes a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a metaphor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you learn to spell?&lt;br /&gt;Blood, sky &amp;amp; the sun,&lt;br /&gt;your own name first,&lt;br /&gt;your first naming, your first name,&lt;br /&gt;your first word.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah I decided I might post stuff before my posts, like LY posts songs but I'll post poems instead. I still like I Am The Song.&lt;br /&gt;I also like I Am The Messenger on a maybe-not-so-random note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having trouble with the stupid story. All because of Viede and Pinion and Ethe and Quinn. The only characters I don't have trouble with are Daemus and Ethan, and that's because they're awesome. Or maybe it's because one babbles on and on while the other doesn't talk at all. Well Ethe doesn't speak literally but he has this whiteboard so it doesn't count. I suppose Ethe and Ethan are related? I don't know myself hahah. I'd like to think they were sort of like brothers o___o Since they share similar names and similar characteristics lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just need someone to tell me what's wrong with my story, because I've read it so many times I don't think my judgement is reliable anymore. I'm so glad that Illu said Viede is likeable haha. But Daemus is still... Okay, maybe I have trouble with him &gt;___&gt; I know I sound like a bloody idiot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a random note, I think makeup's useless unless you're looking for a boyfriend, which I'm not, and even if I was I doubt I'd do it anyway. Just saying. And reading that beauty comprehension about people using bird droppings and plucking their scalps scared me too much HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOW POWERLESS FROM LAUGHING IN LY'S WEIRD WAY. WHY IS THAT SO.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6290530019612025100?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6290530019612025100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6290530019612025100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6290530019612025100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6290530019612025100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/spelling-by-margaret-atwood-my-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-5565396031315259215</id><published>2009-11-25T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:12:47.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went to watch 2012 and A Christmas Carol with LY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 was really kewl and I could see why some people cried. I love the earthquake and destruction scenes. However I prefer the monk (Tenzin or something ) to the Russian guy hahah.&lt;br /&gt;However I hate how they killed Gordan so conveniently. It's too much of a happy ending D: So bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Christmas Carol, the ghosts weren't really all that scary. However when the door knocker suddenly went all GAHFHFHFSARRWQWWE that made me jump because it was so freakin loud &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS YET-TO-COME! Cloak like thing, skeletal fingers, appears in a shadow, bluish eye sockets... What else is there to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care what LY says, the horses are way too shiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-5565396031315259215?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/5565396031315259215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=5565396031315259215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5565396031315259215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5565396031315259215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-went-to-watch-2012-and-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3184283893445005737</id><published>2009-11-24T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:09:08.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum just made me clear out my closet.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE ONE FREAKIN SHIRT LEFT.&lt;br /&gt;And no pants.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awdreetoo gets all my old stuff. Her clothes are like 20 times more than mine. I wish I had an older brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we went to buy more clothes at least hahah.&lt;br /&gt;But everything I chose they were like, this is men's...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like ranting about it to LY again hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously pissed off D:&lt;br /&gt;It's my own bloody business if I want to wear a guy's shirt alright. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;But I got this tshirt of a dreamcatcher.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone cares, I'm obsessed with dreamcatchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm weirdly addicted to Hikaru no Go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3184283893445005737?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3184283893445005737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3184283893445005737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3184283893445005737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3184283893445005737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hate-change.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4479894791264489897</id><published>2009-11-24T10:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:07:54.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey I'm here to crush LY's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;1. EVERYONE THAT MATTERS IN THE STORY IS DEAD EXCEPT THE IRIS PERSON SO I CAN'T KILL THEM. Quote Daemus: "Once you're dead, you don't get deader."&lt;br /&gt;2. What happens to Daemus happens to Viede at the end too. But it's only near the end so you still get 3/4 of the book filled with Daemus.&lt;br /&gt;3. Lord Biro lives on.&lt;br /&gt;4. Daemus didn't get his insurance so it's his own bloody fault.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4479894791264489897?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4479894791264489897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4479894791264489897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4479894791264489897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4479894791264489897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/hey-im-here-to-crush-lys-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8702280517016221939</id><published>2009-11-23T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:55:29.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, I just realized something.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His eyes were a fierce golden color, fiery and bright as liquid gold."&lt;br /&gt;- The Yet Unnamed Viede Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone realize something?&lt;br /&gt;This totally sounds like the description of Edward's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;OH MY DAEMUS PLEASE NOOO,OOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least it's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butterscotch&lt;/span&gt;. Or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ocher&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8702280517016221939?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8702280517016221939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8702280517016221939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8702280517016221939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8702280517016221939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what-i-just-realized-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3884566806794284813</id><published>2009-11-23T18:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:19:36.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay apparently alot of people are freaking out over Edward's shirtless appearance in New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;So I went to look, and it was a mistake as usual.&lt;br /&gt;His chest is so weird o_o&lt;br /&gt;It like has weird bulges everywhere?&lt;br /&gt;And according to one video you can see his butt crack LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I'd prefer a guy who has a normal flat chest without these weird... things... o_o&lt;br /&gt;My poor eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;My sister&lt;br /&gt;Likes Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has become of this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3884566806794284813?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3884566806794284813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3884566806794284813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3884566806794284813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3884566806794284813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-apparently-alot-of-people-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6867434346848097137</id><published>2009-11-22T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:01:54.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here to crap a bit more about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I Am The Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;I know I wrote alot of about this but I finally finished this and it's nice nice nice and my respect for Markus Zusak is still standing.&lt;br /&gt;I especially love the ending.&lt;br /&gt;Okay the storyline is basically that this cab driver Ed Kennedy who's a total screwup starts receiving playing cards in the mail with addresses and clues and stuff that lead him to people that need his help. It can be extreme cases like a man raping his wife every night, or a lonely old woman, or two brothers with a rivalry. Then he basically helps all of them, until the last card reveals that the last person he must help is himself.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy who is apparently behind everything appears at his house. I don't know whether this is the correct interpretation, but I think he's meant to be the author of the story, Markus Zusak.&lt;br /&gt;He puts this whole box of manuscripts on the table and says he knows everything that Ed Kennedy did, and when he asked a question the author pointed to the box where the answer was written, and says that he knows everything he's going to say. And he says that he made the man rape his wife, and made all those people unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is awesome, because it is so true.&lt;br /&gt;We as authors make the most terrible things happen to our characters. Even when the main character is helping those people in the story it is us who made those things happen in the first place, it is we who created them.&lt;br /&gt;I think I really should be nicer to my characters. But somehow, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way things are. And I hope everything turns out alright for them in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. Brisingr.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like reading it and realized I forgot alot of things like the fact that Eragon has a sword in the first place and who the heck was Brom (I can't believe myself).&lt;br /&gt;And the part where they say, since Galbatorix made a spell where whoever uses his true name will die, they're not gonna try to find out what it is anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, wth, everyone is saying that they'll gladly give their lives for the sake of defeating the Empire. Doesn't it ever occur to them that someone can make a sacrifice and die for the sake of defeating Galbatorix by using his true name? Think, Eragon, think. This is what the main character's supposed to do. but I suppose it'll all come to you in time.&lt;br /&gt;And stop mooning over Arya, it's kind of disgusting. Like Edward and Bella all over again. Can you just not love anyone for the rest of your life, it's not like it's compulsory to fall in love and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And as if people are going to believe him when he says he's killing Galbatorix for their own good. How many of them has he killed already. He'll never find acceptance and I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;In the end he's prolly going to fly off into the mountains and live as a hermit by himself forever. That would be logical, but of course stuff like that doesn't happen to the main character.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I like the Urgals.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I like Eldest better than the other two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6867434346848097137?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6867434346848097137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6867434346848097137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6867434346848097137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6867434346848097137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-here-to-crap-bit-more-about-books.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7193358762042043826</id><published>2009-11-15T19:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:22:06.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name something you hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Romance novels? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone think that is romantic? Because your saliva dribbles away with the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What scares you more: snakes, spiders, or cockroaches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. It's hard to choose. I kind of like spiders, and snakes are nice if they're behind a glass wall or non-venomous, and cockroaches are fine as long as they don't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather do the dishes or clean your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean my room. It's fun to rummage through the archaeological layers of junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you understand football?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American football? Well I read eyeshield 21 hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who's bed did you lay in last(that wasn’t your own)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you kissed anyone whose name starts with a K?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not kissed anyone. On the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a J, K, L, M, C or D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Little Anne count? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone phones you at 3:00 AM; who do you expect it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect it to be my nemesis calling me to say that he has kidnapped my venusflytrap Zetsu and wants me to surrender to him in a cave in New Zealand so that he can turn me into grated cheese. In a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hear right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat. The fan blowing mosquitoes away. Chatter from next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you be okay if your boyfriend/ girlfriend was friends with an ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When is the next time you'll fly on a plane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is English your first language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's zombie-frog. SAME AS LY HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of 2012?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe in world apocalypse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you go to church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you uncomfortable with being photographed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I don't mind candid shots, I just don't like having to pose with a cheesy smile on my face and make my eyes go all small HAHAH. (Wait, why am I starting to laugh LY's weird laugh? NOOOO D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been engaged?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... I shall not answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you cry at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just stupid. If I would cry then just call off the wedding la. Maybe I'll cry because I'm too sleepy since apparently my wedding is gonna be at midnight o_o Maybe I'll hold it in a deserted alleyway and play pranks on all the guests when they start arriving, that sounds so romantic hahaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had someone lay his/her head on your chest and listen to your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminded of Tarzan. No. That would be like, sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been addicted to something that was harmful to your health?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Fast food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather watch the Disney Channel or the Discovery Channel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovery Channel. Disney stuff these days... hurt my eyes. I would want to watch animal planet though o___o I still like that show about snakes whose venom solidify blood and another one about lions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explain your relationship status:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non-existent. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you had sex with more than 25 partners?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did, never will. That is just disgusting, I remember that guy on Moment of Truth Elaine made me watch who had sex with over 100 partners and kept a spreadsheet with their names o___o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever get a tattoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone, what about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chikhay... Something about SFA or Flag Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was your last thought before you went to bed last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold bedsheets feel so niceeee ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever laughed at something that wasn't meant to be funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. now I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you held hands with anybody in the past week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. My parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you held hands with anybody today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I promised my dad I'd never get embarrassed to hold his hand no matter how old I get. I get some pretty odd looks though lol. He said maybe people think he's a pedo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever had a panic attack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um no. Not really. Unless you count my mind crashing and me sitting there and trying to get my mind to start up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black. I think. I don't stare into my own eyes you know. (EDWARD'S EYES THESAURUS LOLOLOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a morning person or a night person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always sleepy. I'm a rainy/cold weather evening kinda person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ignore people when you're mad/upset with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I just treat them weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you swear a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get out of that habit. But emphasis comes with damn and bloody and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. I can't remember. Probably a swimsuit. We bought one of those that are like a shirt and pants together in a set. Then we went home and told my dad I bought a two-piece swimsuit. Then he went really quiet and said 'Alison, why did you buy a two piece swimsuit?' Then I shows it to him and it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUTH HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you always answer your phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in church hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the last person you kissed moved away, would you be sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly my dad, yesterday night. so yes like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your phone rings, what do you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...H-Hello? *suspicious tone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to as in 'Um, hi, I know you right?' or like heart to heart pour your guts and soul out talk? If it is the latter, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Was last night enjoyable for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was. The aircond was cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last eat Chinese food with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents prolly. Timsum last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any plans for the weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever read Twilight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... *is scarred for life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get drunk every weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never got drunk before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you successfully blow up and tie a balloon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES AND I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever go camping?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who do you tell the most to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God? But there's nothing to tell really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the next concert you're going to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly the one with a band of old-ish people but their music is really nice and my aunts and uncles are bringing me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever faked sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I lack the ability to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Could you use some sleep right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad? When I was old enough to kiss I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last pill that you took?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone ever crawled through your window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hahah. There's something about flats that disagrees with crawling through windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What kind of pants are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knee length shorts? I don't know what brand just that there's the letter F in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What year do you graduate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduate from life in the year I die. or I may have failed out of life. who knows. Aren't I being philosophical today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather have no heat in winter or no A/C in the summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/C IN SUMMER LIKE DUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you sleep alone last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. In my parents' room o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wearing any bracelets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like bracelets. Unless they're this communicating device which connects by wireless to another bracelet which is really kewl. Anyway I'm allergic to metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Honestly, have you ever eaten raw cookie dough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell your name without an L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aison o__o It's quite nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you copy and paste this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes lol. Who would copy it o___o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink highlighter? My tuition teacher gave it to me from a pack she asked her friend to steal from her office apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are your parents together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes o___o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lakes or Oceans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oceans. People get killed at lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your friend told you what was on their mind, would you blow up at them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what? Chocolate icecream? I wouldn't o___o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you go out of town during the Summer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... It's always summer here. So depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any Mozart on your iPod?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't have an iPod.&lt;br /&gt;2. I've never listened to Mozart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you went to the beach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name every sport you've ever done:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drink beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never o___o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been to Build-A-Bear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatisthat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you drink Mountain Dew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I only know about it due to Transformers, because there was a vending machine with Mountain Dew on it in Revenge of the Fallen in the guy's room and there was this art thing on the pavement with Bumblebee holding it and I have no idea why I noti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know your moms maiden name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you wearing matching socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefooted FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever traveled out of your country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Yes... Like every week... o___o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know any Spanish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I only know from when my brother was watching Dora (LOL.) Like uno dos or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What grade are you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn. Windy and cold. (Y).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't watch tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are three ways to win your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fried eggs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Taiwan fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;3. Win my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. McFlurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like lightning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever cut someone else’s hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINGEN HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last person you said ‘i hate you’ to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LY? Mingen? Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rain or sunshine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The almost rain or almost sunshine part. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last stupid thing you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biggest turn off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPAGHETTI.  I don't know why I said that. Maybe it would be sappy-mushy romantic-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you date someone who was addicted to drugs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past tense then it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s your biggest turn on, physically?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Uh. Uh. Deformities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you have sex with someone you weren’t dating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If 'weren't dating' referred to marriage then like duh o___o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever missed someone and regretted breaking up with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you like cuddling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds too... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you hold grudges?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I have short term memory in those terms and in normal terms as well hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Missing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How important are looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth I don't really care. But if you look suspicious then of course I'll be suspicious of you hahah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you rather date someone who was SUPER-HOT or someone who was nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd not date anyone unless they were crazy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you fight over someone you wanted to be with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why go to so much trouble. just let whoever it is do whatever they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you kiss on the 1st date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geh D8 That totally sounds like Zoey. No she would kiss the random homeless guy she met on the street after about 3 seconds if she were desperate enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone cheated on you, would you take them back if you really loved them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. There's more than one person you can really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some random girl comes up to you and says “who the hell are you”? What do you say back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O____O I'M YOUR WIFE DAMMIT!' *run away crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you spoiled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to teachers or adults who think they're smart, everyone's spoilt now. Not like it's our fault right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name three things you would not tolerate in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold logic, dishonesty, wet blanket -ishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did you miss anyone today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last person to see you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who/what last made you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um myself? I do that sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you ever share a girl/boyfriend with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What NO o___o just let her have him la. And if he's like Zoey punch him and stuff him in a trash can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve come to realize the last person who gave me a hug…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my dad who feels he' old at the age of 40 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are most of your friends guys or girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how long does it take you to get ready to go out ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab my wallet and phone, go to the toilet (I AM TOILET WOMAN HAHAH), hide emergency food in pockets, wear my shoes. How long can that take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many people do you know of named Adam, who are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, the one in Genesis, whose wife is Eve. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are any of your friends cheerleaders ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so... weird. I've never met one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last thing you burnt ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your full name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you straighten your hair every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you the typical girl who’s addicted to gossip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only rant about fictional characters hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever spend all day/night getting pretty for a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never fall to that state. Please no. I aspire to go out for dates (if ever, which is unlikely) with only the going out routine described above. And maybe a water balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you ever cry during a romantic movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only cried while reading the Book Thief or The Knife of Never Letting Go, never a movie. Or maybe during transformers because sam treats bumblebee like crap D: I was so mad. Oh wait, that's not a romantic movie. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you leave the house without makeup on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um duh. I wouldn't leave the house with makeup on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a girly-girl, tomboy, or in the middle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an unknown species and I blatantly refuse to be classified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is pink truly the best color in the entire universe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What’s the most expensive piece of clothing you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacket. It's warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color(s) do you absolutely despise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you set your hair on fire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_o. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you wear sweat pants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guesso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know anyone who has lost their virginity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents, my relatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn’t 50 Cent suck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, the coin? It's nice and big what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you act gangster?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever made a prank phone call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES LOL. Me and my friend called another friend and pretended that we were being kidnapped by our english teacher. That was during P6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you want to be when you were growing up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist, vet, writer, mortician, undertaker, surgeon, homeless bum, illustrator currently. All sorts of things hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite NON sexual thing to do at night with a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never spent a night with a guy that is not related to me before. Maybe -AHEM- sleeping? What else is there to do at night? &gt;___&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When did you first start feeling older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started feeling useless and goodfornothing and depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you hate about your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really. Except they're weird and stingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you lost a friend recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is it easier to forgive, or to forget?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you give out second chances too easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your best friend pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you make yourself cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I can make myself sad until I'm breathing hard but I can't cry at all. gah. I need some eyedrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your life simple or complicated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you easily confused?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you taller than 5′4″?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does everything really happen for a reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens because it want to happen and therefore it happens. Reason enough for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to search for camp stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7193358762042043826?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7193358762042043826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7193358762042043826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7193358762042043826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7193358762042043826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/name-something-you-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4657256922565153037</id><published>2009-11-15T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:04:05.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here to blabber on about love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that love is not felt, it's learned.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has something worth loving for, and you can love just about anyone, but only if you're willing to.&lt;br /&gt;So those people who say you just have to hate this person, I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;(This applies to people like *cough* Bella Swan as well. Her good point is that at least she didn't have premarital sex and had only one boyfriend. Zoey Redbird... I'll have to think about that for a moment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly.&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as 'true love'.&lt;br /&gt;Because if the feeling you call 'love' isn't true, then it's not worthy to bear the name love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly.&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it making love?&lt;br /&gt;Their love is supposed to be there by then.&lt;br /&gt;It's not something they do to help them make love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how people have make out in the backseat.&lt;br /&gt;Unless they're dwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;And it's not romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just ranting and romance novels in general. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Ohyes.&lt;br /&gt;The lion bust was finished. It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And the person who did it with me made an awesome cardboard violin. I just cut out a hummingbird. I hate those feathers.&lt;br /&gt;But after looking at those books I realize hummingbirds and spiky turtles and lizards are quite nice too. And falcons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4657256922565153037?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4657256922565153037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4657256922565153037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4657256922565153037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4657256922565153037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-here-to-blabber-on-about-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3132530894437188012</id><published>2009-11-14T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:04:07.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sv5GwcTSTHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pqTxJmSlOJQ/s1600-h/Suit+of+Diamonds+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sv5GwcTSTHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pqTxJmSlOJQ/s320/Suit+of+Diamonds+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403834400935922802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This style is.&lt;br /&gt;FUN.&lt;br /&gt;I just painted messily and didn't obsess over the details. And music kinda helps I realize. My hand hurts from drawing too fast haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what that is.&lt;br /&gt;Those diamond shaped things where the mouth should be, they're tattoos not teeth. And he/she (o_o?!?!) doesn't have a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Ohyes! I remember now.&lt;br /&gt;Ethe should look something like this, except with short hair. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It took about 2 hours which is freaking fast according to my standards. 8D Most of the time was spent on the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And I only used the smudge tool about five times. another new record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last art lesson of the year. We're making this 3D cardboard bust of a lion which was referenced from the lion king lololol.&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's finished already, then I have no idea what I should do. meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3132530894437188012?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3132530894437188012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3132530894437188012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3132530894437188012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3132530894437188012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-style-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sv5GwcTSTHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/pqTxJmSlOJQ/s72-c/Suit+of+Diamonds+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2797823890443661520</id><published>2009-11-13T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:20:12.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;I just realized Ryuuji from Toradora is really similar to Okazaki from Clannad?! o_o&lt;br /&gt;Their hair is blue and they even wear the same colored tshirt inside the uniform o_o&lt;br /&gt;Too coincidental le bah.&lt;br /&gt;Okazaki is still better heh. Even though Taiga is much better than that stupid Nagisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2797823890443661520?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2797823890443661520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2797823890443661520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2797823890443661520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2797823890443661520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4328590630625376217</id><published>2009-11-13T12:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:18:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SvzdaWlnXVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LFj9rslFSPE/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SvzdaWlnXVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LFj9rslFSPE/s320/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403437097747438930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at (semi?)realism?&lt;br /&gt;EPIC FAIL HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;It was meant to be Daemus but turned out to be some weird looking person.&lt;br /&gt;(And I don't have the patience to do it, I just ended up sketching messily halfway.)&lt;br /&gt;... The ear is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I really want to learn how to do semi-realism.&lt;br /&gt;I like semi-realistic eyes best.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, because I'm going to need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4328590630625376217?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4328590630625376217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4328590630625376217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4328590630625376217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4328590630625376217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-first-attempt-at-semirealism-epic.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SvzdaWlnXVI/AAAAAAAAAc4/LFj9rslFSPE/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7183621702903489081</id><published>2009-11-11T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:11:30.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently contacts aren't good for the eyes, so I'm wearing glasses now.&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks weird though. I keep getting the impression that my tablet is coming closer and closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;And the words look so small.&lt;br /&gt;And my hair keeps getting tangled with it.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a really small field of clear vision.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I miss contacts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7183621702903489081?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7183621702903489081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7183621702903489081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7183621702903489081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7183621702903489081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/apparently-contacts-arent-good-for-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4138002595777965445</id><published>2009-11-09T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:43:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love was a gun held to my head&lt;br /&gt;And I was a willing hostage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally think this is true because&lt;br /&gt;1. If you love someone you'll so anything for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you don't, they'll blow you off, and it'll be like a bullet in the brain.&lt;br /&gt;How are you not like a hostage?&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a weakness if the person doesn't love you back.&lt;br /&gt;But you won't mind. You're in love, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have anything against love itself, just the so-called 'love' people have these days.&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4138002595777965445?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4138002595777965445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4138002595777965445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4138002595777965445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4138002595777965445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-was-gun-held-to-my-head-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4795200625553454018</id><published>2009-11-09T09:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T11:58:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just reading I Am the Messenger, and Ed described this person at the third address on the Ace of Diamonds and said she was this tallish girl who runs barefoot and doesn't like talking to people. And he said he thought her name was Alison o_o&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was so shocked lol. But it turns out her name was Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;It would be kewl though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the movie Princess Bride. It's not really a very well made thing but it's still funny. And LOL Inigo looks like a homeless bum. Why does he and Fezzik have crazy hair. But not as crazy as Robert Pattinson's.&lt;br /&gt;Why does Westley always look like he's smirking o_o So weird.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA HE WAS TOTALLY PWNED BY FEZZIK.&lt;br /&gt;Westley: *charges Fezzik* OOMPH.&lt;br /&gt;Fezzik: o_o...&lt;br /&gt;Haha but Westley is kinda agile isn't he. I like him now.&lt;br /&gt;WHY ISN'T PRINCE HUMPERDINCK FAT.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to seeing his fattiness. Now he's just a normal ugly guy.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA. My dear Vizzini! The way he laughs is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;'Life is pain, your Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.'&lt;br /&gt;o_o?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually get to watch this for school? I envy them.&lt;br /&gt;GAHAHAHAHA WTH?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Westley's AS YOU WISH when he was rolling down is freaking funny.&lt;br /&gt;LOL THEY ARE CRAZY. Rolling down the slope together.&lt;br /&gt;Westley: Ooh. oompgh. ghpghf.&lt;br /&gt;Buttercup: Ow! oomphfff. ow . pogh.&lt;br /&gt;I like Westley's voice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaming results are out. And I don't really care but yeah. I'm fine with everything and I won't be killed by Illu, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to school. Again. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4795200625553454018?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4795200625553454018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4795200625553454018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4795200625553454018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4795200625553454018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-just-reading-i-am-messenger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8506374369696677494</id><published>2009-11-08T16:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:43:51.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am The PERSON WHO LIKES TO FLYYY.</title><content type='html'>I finished the Princess Bride.&lt;br /&gt;And it was just so totally amazing, even more than expected.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't especially good like some of the books I've read, and I can't even say what's so good about it, but I just have to love it. And the characters, I don't know why I like them so much either. Inigo's scars are the coolest. And the way he killed Count Rugen is just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, when I learned that Westley would die, I nearly cried too. I have no idea why. I was just 'Nonononononononono!' I don't like Westley in particular, since he fell in love with a stupid girl like Buttercup, but it just felt so wrong for him to die and I just couldn't accept it like the boy listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;In the end he revived. As expected. I think that resurrection pill is pretty kewl though.&lt;br /&gt;Fezzik and Inigo were still the most lovable pair to the end. And there's something about Count Rugen's name that needs to have it repeated over and over in my mind. Though I don't like Count Rugen.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for Westley. Buttercup totally doesn't deserve him. She's a stupid heartless woman and that's that and she never really loved anybody in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny though, because that's just the way I am, never liking any of the female characters.&lt;br /&gt;Let's make a list of the characters I like: Zetsu, Gaara, Xerxes Break, Lavi, Krory, Death, Dustfinger, Farid, Fezzik, Inigo, the unnamed albino, Pinion (yes I like my own character so what.), Tyson, Nico, Todd Hewitt, (I'm not gonna put Jace in here), Undertaker from Kuroshitsuji, Bartimaeus, Scipio from the Thief Lord, and I can't think of any more.&lt;br /&gt;Notice a kind of trend?&lt;br /&gt;For some reason female characters always annoy me. The only exception is Liesel from the Book Thief really, and that's because she's boyish and Markus Zusak is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Markus Zusak, I'm reading I Am The Messenger now. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I love this part in the summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;protect the diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;survive the clubs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dig deep through the spades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel the hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of the symbols that way before.&lt;br /&gt;And as always when I'm reading his writing, I get inspiration. Heck, I wrote two pieces in the span of ten minutes. For me, that is as likely as someone saying my eyes are huge. No, it's definitely less likely than that. My eyes aren't all that small like Mingen would have you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I get pure literature and art next year. The results are tomorrow if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I started liking art earlier, like ever since I was born, and I only started writing seriously last year, but somehow my writing has more meaning than my art. Maybe because it's easier to write than to draw with photoshop hanging and tablet software ditching you and wobbly hands and all that. Now I'm just making excuses. And MS Word annoys me too. Notepad annoys me also but it's more reliable at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end off with no idea what I am talking about. As usual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8506374369696677494?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8506374369696677494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8506374369696677494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8506374369696677494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8506374369696677494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-person-who-likes-to-flyyy.html' title='I Am The PERSON WHO LIKES TO FLYYY.'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8708397665547304659</id><published>2009-11-06T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:57:55.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm halfway through The Princess Bride.&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE FEZZIK.&lt;br /&gt;He's like totally the Tyson type la. Big and strong and stupid and cute.&lt;br /&gt;And they both get bullied in school.&lt;br /&gt;And he even describes himself as a two-eyed cyclops. How similar can they get?&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad the way he's forced to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I hope he gets a good ending like Tyson.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I kind of like Inigo too. For some reason. Maybe it's his name, which I chant over and over in my mind, or maybe it's because he's nice to Fezzik. Unlike Vizzini, whom I hate because he bullies Fezzik (I nearly typed Tyson there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a sucker for these kinds of characters. Which explains why I like Boo Radley even before he actually appears, and when he came out I was like screaming for joy and rereading his every movement five times. I have no idea why either. I just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Buttercup though. Girls in love are just stupid and oh so hate-able.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8708397665547304659?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8708397665547304659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8708397665547304659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8708397665547304659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8708397665547304659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-halfway-through-princess-bride.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-901989708260027458</id><published>2009-11-05T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:49:26.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BWAHAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SvJ1Nu5d-AI/AAAAAAAAAcw/05c79O_s-eI/s1600-h/BWAHAH..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SvJ1Nu5d-AI/AAAAAAAAAcw/05c79O_s-eI/s320/BWAHAH..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400507781958465538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized this I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I'm just being driven crazy by various muscle aches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-901989708260027458?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/901989708260027458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=901989708260027458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/901989708260027458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/901989708260027458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/bwahah.html' title='BWAHAH.'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SvJ1Nu5d-AI/AAAAAAAAAcw/05c79O_s-eI/s72-c/BWAHAH..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6140312420996534760</id><published>2009-11-05T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:16:30.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha I'm reading the MagiPeace story now. I seriously don't know what we were doing in school back then.&lt;br /&gt;And it ends with:&lt;br /&gt;Floating in front of him was...&lt;br /&gt;None other than...&lt;br /&gt;The one and only...&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;o_o?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember what's supposed to happen next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what.&lt;br /&gt;The price in the commashell of the fish language translator is...&lt;br /&gt;QUA 13.46.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;WTH WAS THAT NUMBER HAUNTING US EVEN BEFORE SEC ONE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shocked lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is this... All hail Breadbowlllama? o_o&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha my dragons were seriously lumpy back then. Or rather, sausage-y.&lt;br /&gt;O_O!!! 101 WAYS TO KILL A PERSON!&lt;br /&gt;GINGERBREADMAN I MISSED YOU.&lt;br /&gt;But we only made it to a flamethrower on 14. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the methods...&lt;br /&gt;'Put into a room make every 10 seconds rhythm until ki siao and commit suicide'&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall stop talking nonsense now and contemplate my own existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6140312420996534760?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6140312420996534760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6140312420996534760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6140312420996534760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6140312420996534760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/hahaha-im-reading-magipeace-story-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3610602225728923944</id><published>2009-11-03T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:36:53.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of the journey to the very very east and the return from the journey to the very very east to the very very west.</title><content type='html'>TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;TODAY WAS!&lt;br /&gt;The day where we all went insane. Kind of. Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about what we did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Cindy, Illu and I went met at Home at 10 to eat cupnoodles. Nothing weird about that.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to the mrt station and took the mrt all the way from choa chu kang to pasir ris.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to look for candy floss, but apparently they weren't selling that day.&lt;br /&gt;We bought earphones. Still normal.&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate mcdonalds. I forced myself to eat McWings again. Big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Then, having nothing to do, we decided to go to changi airport.&lt;br /&gt;We were obsessing about how the escalators going up were side by side while screaming and touching the other escalator while going up.&lt;br /&gt;I was like the only person in shorts in all the three terminals. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and got freaked out by the fan-flower-pieceofart-alien thing.&lt;br /&gt;Concluded that trees were mostly mutated broccoli while the rest were mutated celery.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the minitoons there. The salesguy keep stalking us and everything he said to us started with 'That thing you hold in your hand is...' It sounded to me like he was trying to keep us from shoplifting but according to Cindy he was just being kind so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Illu was obsessed with watercoolers because she suddenly had a compulsion to keep drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;We went to this candy shop and bought kinderbeuno.&lt;br /&gt;Saw the planes. Considered cursing them.&lt;br /&gt;We went somewhere with the seats and sat down and started observing the passers-by.&lt;br /&gt;There was this old woman that suddenly came and pointed her super-long walking stick at the toilet sign and yelled 'HEY THE TOILET IS HERE!' in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;There were these three guys with guns. One was wearing blue uniform and the other two were green. We kept laughing at the last one because apparently he looked retarded, but he just looked short to me.&lt;br /&gt;We were wondering if we acted like terrorists they would shoot us. Or if we talked about bombs. By the way, the code-word for bomb is coconut. Or James Bond. Or something.&lt;br /&gt;(These events are not in chronological order due to my screwed-up brain.)&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this lao ah pek wearing very short shorts. Almost like FBTs liddat.&lt;br /&gt;And then we got up.&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;The Legendary Tile Game started.&lt;br /&gt;We were only supposed to step on the black big tiles on the floor. And they were quite far from each other. I guess we must have looked quite a sight taking big steps on the floor, and swerving around in weird directions to find the way to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;We seriously cross the whole length of that freaking huge place doing this. And everyone was staring and the cleaners were gossiping about us.&lt;br /&gt;And one of my maneuvers caused me to go quite close to this group of people and I was like, 'Sorry excuse me...' and they were looking at me like, there's this huge space right next to us why do you die die have to squeeze through here? But that was the only way through.&lt;br /&gt;And the airport was so damn quiet, so on one of my more ambitious leaps my slipper slapped the floor and everyone heard it... &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it all the way to the sky train without getting arrested. Surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;I was commenting that if we got arrested the police would be calling our parents like this: 'Ah, hello madam, you know your daughter was just caught engaging in suspicious activities at Changi Airport Terminal 3. What was she doing? Well, she appeared to be traveling across the hall by leaping from one black tile to another, but the police suspect that it might be something more sinister. We're interrogating her and her accomplices now.'&lt;br /&gt;But tile hopping is seriously tiring. They should make it into a sport. And it requires strategy and planning ahead as well as jumping skills. At least we got to practice our standing broad jump skills.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we collapsed at this pillar which had a comfortable carpet around it. While Illu was smsing we ran away to hide behind this other pillar. According to her it was really obvious, but I thought we were stealthy enough. When she started coming over I went to hide behind a potted plant, then we ran down the escalator but she caught me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cindy, just go... Don't care about me... I'll slow her down for you... Just save yourself!'&lt;br /&gt;And she slapped me on the back and I died a heroic death in Changi Airport Terminal 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that we kinda rode the sky train to Terminal 1... Then I forgot what we did there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but we saw this guy who was running with his back to us, then he suddenly stopped and took off his shoes and continued running in his socks... It's so movie-like that we kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;And we were trying to walk backward on the not-escalator thing to Terminal 3. Then we were basically dead tired and went back to cck. Apparently according to them when I wake up my eyes look like demon eyes. With double eyelids. Well that's just... weird.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, guess what? We didn't buy bubble tea, or candy floss, or manga figurines which is what we went there for. I would've liked to get the one of Zetsu though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3610602225728923944?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3610602225728923944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3610602225728923944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3610602225728923944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3610602225728923944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/tale-of-journey-to-very-very-east-and.html' title='The tale of the journey to the very very east and the return from the journey to the very very east to the very very west.'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-9214926512879344540</id><published>2009-11-02T20:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:39:17.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN WINGS CAN FLY DUDE.</title><content type='html'>Now I've seen Jess' portfolio, I guess I can say that, well, there's no competition at all. Because while they were writing stuff during class I was fantasizing about IKEA chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;But no, I'm not depressed or anything. I'm just making a statement while laughing at MS Word and trying to get on with my 100 Themes. Just saying. And denial is not the first step to acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-9214926512879344540?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/9214926512879344540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=9214926512879344540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9214926512879344540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9214926512879344540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/chicken-wings-can-fly-dude.html' title='CHICKEN WINGS CAN FLY DUDE.'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6575153981355740216</id><published>2009-11-02T10:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:57:08.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And, I just realized that the wraith should really be a specter, which, according to the dictionary is a being that  induces terror/fear or something like that. Well, that sucks. Maybe he's a crossbreed of the two... Or maybe there are other wraiths that feed on happiness, misery and all that?&lt;br /&gt;That would be a fun story. But it might turn out to be like My Little Pony.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh no, the Wraith that Eats Happiness just stole away all the happiness in the world nya~! Now everyone is miserable nya~! I must eat up all the misery so everyone can be happy again nya~!'&lt;br /&gt;'RAINBOW TO YOU!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That is too gay for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm going to get really lazy during these holidays. I feel like a clouded fish. So I shall take my dad's advice and start abusing the punching bag on a regular basis. Although it seems kinda stupid to be yelling and screaming at a bag of cloth but it relieves stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GA: Geijutsuka Art Design Class is just funny.&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird and random and pointless, which is prolly why I like it.&lt;br /&gt;LOL I LOVE THE PART WHERE TOMOKANE'S ROBOT COMES OUT.&lt;br /&gt;'Stick this on: 60% OFF'&lt;br /&gt;'Hey!'&lt;br /&gt;'OLD TOY, CAN BE PICKED UP'&lt;br /&gt;'Now that's just cruel!'&lt;br /&gt;'NEW VIRUS DISCOVERED'&lt;br /&gt;'WHO STUCK THIS ON?!?!'&lt;br /&gt;ahaha, I have no life. I should go and write Viede/Sairys' story but I just don't feel like it anymoar. Poor Daemus. I like Lord Biro heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like drinking milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? &lt;a href="http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Nobody_cares"&gt;Nobody cares. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6575153981355740216?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6575153981355740216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6575153981355740216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6575153981355740216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6575153981355740216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-i-just-realized-that-wraith-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-980958790045559577</id><published>2009-11-01T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T23:06:16.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have to draw this wedding card for my cousin's wedding registration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First step: Research.&lt;br /&gt;Uh, types of flowers used for weddings. I abhor roses.&lt;br /&gt;Daffodils are too... crease-ey.&lt;br /&gt;Tulips look retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Hydrangeas look weird.&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong with my mouse. I told my dad not to get wireless.&lt;br /&gt;Calla lilies are my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;Gerberas have too many petals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second step: Draw all the bloddy petals.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third step: Gathering resources.&lt;br /&gt;AKA, running around all over the house collecting stray markers and trying to find a ballpoint pen (I succeeded, surprisingly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth step: Ink everything.&lt;br /&gt;... My congratulations is wobbly.&lt;br /&gt;Ball point pen ran out of ink. What is wrong with this thing? Why can't it be like Daemus' pen which has an infinite supply of ink which never gets stuck? Daemus' pen should be a role model for all ballpoint pens.&lt;br /&gt;... Lord Biro. That will be its name. hahah I'm so smart not.&lt;br /&gt;Why is my hand so shaky? Is it an early symptom of Parkinson's disease?&lt;br /&gt;I can't even trace. Fish.&lt;br /&gt;I think I also forgot how to use a ballpoint.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy. The milk candies only cost 30 sen.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes hurt.&lt;br /&gt;It's been an hour and I'm still inking.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid daffodils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Alison, you know what?'&lt;br /&gt;'What?'&lt;br /&gt;'I pay RM3.50 and get a POP-UP card you know?'&lt;br /&gt;'GRRRR.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloring now.&lt;br /&gt;My hand freaking hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Done. I bulldozed through the last part.&lt;br /&gt;So sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sometimes being known as a scribbler isn't very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-980958790045559577?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/980958790045559577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=980958790045559577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/980958790045559577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/980958790045559577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/11/okay-so-i-have-to-draw-this-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6044714792186226417</id><published>2009-10-30T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:40:51.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPnSaVvz0Pc"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who doesn't like twilight, which is basically everyone,&lt;br /&gt;GO AND WATCH THIS.&lt;br /&gt;NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I ORDER YOU.&lt;br /&gt;you won't regret this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: ... I can't shower. It washes off the sexy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6044714792186226417?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6044714792186226417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6044714792186226417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6044714792186226417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6044714792186226417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-freaking-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7204185588911135635</id><published>2009-10-30T11:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:22:08.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha I decided to dedicate a post because it's the last day of school after all.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of different from primary school, where all we thought about was FINALLY FINALLY WE CAN GO HOME AND NOT COME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;But all the screaming was.. rather weird... And I'm all drained now from being hyper. Not that anyone'd notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout these two years, these are the memorable things that I've learned:&lt;br /&gt;1. That pigs can fly.&lt;br /&gt;2. That berries contain anti-oxidants.&lt;br /&gt;3. How to speak in zombie-voice.&lt;br /&gt;4. How to speak in zombiefrog-voice.&lt;br /&gt;5. How to speak zombiewhale.&lt;br /&gt;6. How to speak in my normal voice.&lt;br /&gt;7. How to make the ultra-sonic high pitched scream. (for a while, anyways,)&lt;br /&gt;8. Bush-head. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;9. That the walk to school consists of the Roads to Heaven, Hell, Reincarnation and the Rotunda of Doom.&lt;br /&gt;10. That mashed potatoes is actually walrus diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;11. That global warming kills the penguins and walruses so we won't be able to enjoy walrus diarrhea anymore.&lt;br /&gt;12. That we can do a PBL project and learn that we did the wrong topic after the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;13. That PBL is a Joke.&lt;br /&gt;14. The Art of Poking.&lt;br /&gt;15. The Art of Making Oneself Immune to Poking.&lt;br /&gt;16. That the ending of the world gets you marks when mentioned in essays.&lt;br /&gt;17. That acid rain does not get you marks when mentioned in essays.&lt;br /&gt;18. That the small intestine has finger like appendages called villi that increase the total surface area in order to increase the rate of diffusion.&lt;br /&gt;19. That sugar solution from the science lab is nice to drink.&lt;br /&gt;20. That drinking sugar solution from the science lab won't kill you if done moderately.&lt;br /&gt;21. That we must learn to have self-control.&lt;br /&gt;22. That Reversi pieces are really Oreos in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;23. That teeth can ejaculate.&lt;br /&gt;24. SUSPENSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;25. That JingYing is unable to have an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;26. That LY is a frog/hamster.&lt;br /&gt;27. That buttons can be used as chess pieces.&lt;br /&gt;28. That the Ruffles will probably never be repaid.&lt;br /&gt;29. That 7-11 is ripping us off through their freakishly expensive cheese sausages.&lt;br /&gt;30. That Terrorist School will be established by Elaine along with WCCA (World Class Cleaner Academy).&lt;br /&gt;31. That WCCA (World Class Classy Airconds) will be established by Ming Anne along with TBBAOF (The Bored Bored Association of Freaks, pronounced as Teh Bao-ff and not as Tabof.)&lt;br /&gt;32. That Ming En's hair traps radiation which frys her brain.&lt;br /&gt;33. That Cheese pwns Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;34. That LY actually has a -insert large amounts of coughing here- tender temperament.&lt;br /&gt;35. That Marquis de Carabas pwns Jace in terms of non-angsty-ness.&lt;br /&gt;36. That it's a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;37. That it's also a sunny yellow banana day.&lt;br /&gt;38. That Elaine can apparently describe with more detail than Ming En, according to the above two statements.&lt;br /&gt;39. That good music can be found through english comprehensions (Dies Irae).&lt;br /&gt;40. That a certain someone should really wear a bra.&lt;br /&gt;41. The answer to 'Is-a-bell-a-Swan?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41, one for every person in our class. Actually I'm just too lazy continue. And I can't remember everything from our crazy conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like making clear our family relationships.&lt;br /&gt;Bubu is the father of Charly/Charlie Hickey Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;Bubu is the father of half the people in America.&lt;br /&gt;Charly/Charlie Hickey Piggy is the sister of half the people in America.&lt;br /&gt;Bella is the mother of Charly/Charlie Hickey Piggy.&lt;br /&gt;Bubu is suspected to be pregnant due to frequent mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;Bubu had an affair with Bobo until they realized that they were long-lost twin brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Bubu was accidentally engaged to Jingying.&lt;br /&gt;Bubu was almost divorced with Bella.&lt;br /&gt;Ming En is a news reporter.&lt;br /&gt;Ming En is also a lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen is also John-john.&lt;br /&gt;John-john is married to Elizabeth Swatspoo, also Celeste.&lt;br /&gt;They are having problems with their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen divorced herself.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen ejaculated.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen's father is Snape. Her mother is a bushcloud.&lt;br /&gt;All water is semen.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen is also a rapist.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen will, as a law-abiding lawyer, charge herself for rape.&lt;br /&gt;Mingen is a wanted fugitive with a reward and curly hair.&lt;br /&gt;Bella had an affair with Mingen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are one happy family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7204185588911135635?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7204185588911135635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7204185588911135635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7204185588911135635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7204185588911135635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha-i-decided-to-dedicate-post-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3064720594880476481</id><published>2009-10-28T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T19:13:48.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just talked to my lit teacher about my portfolio (yes I have a lit teacher and I got a 70, it's pathetic -.-). And she said my story about Words was senseless.&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me o_o&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what writers need editors for.&lt;br /&gt;But when LY read it she didn't say it was senseless. Or maybe I'm just too senseless and she's used to it already.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we corrected most of the senseless parts. I'm supposed to go churn out the rest of the senseless story now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the words story was made because I was thinking about how everything had to have a purpose, or else people say it's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;'What's the point of playing the tile game?'(It's a game where you can only step on one color tile on the floors of shopping centers to be safe. The other colors are all lava and you'll die. It's what I do when my mum's shopping.) 'What do you plan to achieve by singing with the frogs?'&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to write a story with no purpose or moral of the story whatsoever. Apparently I succeeded, according to my teacher she couldn't see any point in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'll go write the stupid story now, after my mum takes me to the bookstore because there's 20% off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3064720594880476481?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3064720594880476481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3064720594880476481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3064720594880476481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3064720594880476481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-talked-to-my-lit-teacher-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4124817575290496775</id><published>2009-10-28T15:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:00:02.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished Neverwhere. And it's freaking awesome ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard was a pansy at first, but he got better especially after he killed the Beast, and I now deem him an acceptable and quite likable character. Especially when he chose London Below, played with his trolls and rejected Jessica (not in order). Good for you, Richard. You earned my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Marquis de Carabas. Need I say more? He's awesome. He sacrificed himself to be crucified just so he could get information for Door (apparently people talk more when they're about to kill you) and later Old Bailey (whom I like as well) resurrected him and he has a slit throat still. How cool is that. I liked him since he was a pile of rags (lol). He's officially my favourite character.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: Why didn't we see you at the Market?&lt;br /&gt;Marquis: I had to keep a low profile. Some people thought I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Richard: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Marquis: Because they killed me.&lt;br /&gt;I love this part. MARQUIS FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Door, I only like her because of her hair and eyes. (red and opal). I mean, she doesn't have any fighting abilities at all. If she could 'open' an orange and turn it inside out, can't she do the same to a human's head? Wait, she did that to a man's chest before. but only once. At, like, the third page or so. Pathetic really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter, I don't like her. She always seemed weird to me. And in the end she betrayed them and died so. Sucker. But she fights pretty well. I think she's the best character at fighting that I've come across without the involvement of magical powers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else? Islington, I kind of like him still. But he was a bit of a pain in the ass at the end. pshff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Vandemar is just cute. I liked Mr Croup but later he just became annoying. And he keeps bullying Vandemar. But they both crucified Marquis, so I guess I should hate them. Still, Vandemar is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Abbot is useless.&lt;br /&gt;MARQUIS FREAKING REVIVED!&lt;br /&gt;I was depressing over them describing his dead body floating down the sewers and what everyone did to it and hoping that he would come back to life especially since Old Bailey was acting strangely, and guess what, then it happened. I guess that was why the people in the mrt were staring at me weirdly. Or so I thought. I didn't dare look up.&lt;br /&gt;SEE NOW. Only the best characters die and revive okay. SO HE'S THE BEST. AHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Calcifer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4124817575290496775?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4124817575290496775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4124817575290496775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4124817575290496775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4124817575290496775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-finished-neverwhere.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3875704478141957871</id><published>2009-10-26T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T15:04:57.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reading this manga called He's Dedicated to Roses - because I thought of Adrian when I saw the title, and thought it was maybe something shonen from the summary. But, they moved right from the fighting parts straight into the gaygay romance. Stupid la. And the fighting poses just suck. And that guy gets a freaking nosebleed like three times a day. wth. But I think that girl is weird. I mean I would be really happy if I can get mistaken for a guy already - I don't know why but I think that is kewl. And that guy was like trying to feel her boobs and concluded that she was a guy after all, even though she's not, which is even kewler in my opinion, but the girl got all upset. Well, she's just weird. Big boobs are scary anyway. Why am I even talking about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh Viede story is screwed. I'm going to go back to chapter two and change Pinion's personality completely. It'll get longer because he's the guide, but he's naturally introverted and has some type of OCD so he's weird. But anyways... I made his personality too bland because he has to explain everything to Viede and banter with Daemus. I'm not happy D: My cutecute Pinion is gone. So I'm gonna change everything and die in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the heck cares about streaming anymore? I don't ~.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3875704478141957871?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3875704478141957871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3875704478141957871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3875704478141957871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3875704478141957871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-reading-this-manga-called-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4086725816721319333</id><published>2009-10-25T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T18:24:18.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me ask a question here.&lt;br /&gt;How do those people in romance novels know that they're blushing?&lt;br /&gt;And the heart thumping bit, it could be due to exertion or heart problems that cause abnormal heart rate or something.&lt;br /&gt;But blushing,&lt;br /&gt;It's not like they can see themselves anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;So people who blush, is there like some special sensation when you blush? I don't know, I don't think I ever blushed, or was aware of it. Blushing is just... sappy.&lt;br /&gt;I love Dan. That spark of electricity is just static electricity, dudes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4086725816721319333?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4086725816721319333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4086725816721319333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4086725816721319333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4086725816721319333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/let-me-ask-question-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8655679359371018204</id><published>2009-10-23T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:59:57.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU KNOW WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;I just found a book&lt;br /&gt;A romance&lt;br /&gt;About&lt;br /&gt;Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sappy vamps&lt;br /&gt;Or werewolves&lt;br /&gt;or whatever&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;Incredible&lt;br /&gt;Awesome&lt;br /&gt;ZOMBIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so so so reading that&lt;br /&gt;Even before The Ask And The Answer.&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe if it gets boring I'll go back to the Ask And The Answer.&lt;br /&gt;And so I abandon Fragile Things again ;D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's short stories so it doesn't really matter, I won't forget the plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art elective sounds so kewl. But I bet I'd have trouble during the 3 hour olevel exam because I'm so slow -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were saying that they were so unique because they don't want me to get into triple science. Then I was saying got some parents complain about the bruise from punishments, and they never so they are bad parents.&lt;br /&gt;My mum: What, my daughter not tofu what! (which made me laugh like crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;Mum's standard: No severe bleeding then it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Dad's standard: No broken bones then it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which one is worse honestly. But it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night, my cousins were watching Tarzan. Since I hadn't seen it in so long I thought why not.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I realized that because I only watched it when I was really young I missed alot of details like how the shadows of the leaves fall across the face, it's really nice. And that the leopard actually has a name (credit goes to my cousin).&lt;br /&gt;And there are some parts that are freaking funny as well. When I heard the line "I'm sick and tired of your emotional constipation!" I bust out laughing and couldn't stop.&lt;br /&gt;But, that Jane is really a stupid useless woman. She should go away and leave Tarzan alone. Can't she see he was living alright before she came and ruined everything. Why can't she just go away and stop acting like a dumbdumb helpless woman? (Because this ia a bloddy Disney movie. Idiot.)&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but I think Tarzan's movements are nicely animated. Though I can't see how his loincloth covers everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8655679359371018204?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8655679359371018204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8655679359371018204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8655679359371018204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8655679359371018204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2155541671183347853</id><published>2009-10-21T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:01:22.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I just got home from KL and cameron highlands because I was dragged there and it was freaking cold and I had to wear a mask the whole freaking time but it was kewl when we played cards because that's what we call a poker face and my standard at cards has dropped so much I used to be second but now I'm LAST WTH I'm so disappointed in myself and I don't wanna go there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to get that out of my system. Oh but I liked the butterfly farm at cameron highlands.Though I only liked the snakes and lizards in the butterfly farm. The green eyed gecko's eyes is so damn pretty. Like really really emerald color. I like the blood python and the temple pit viper. Butterflies are creepy though. And there are alot there lying dead on the floor with broken wings. *shudder* Butterflies are gonna haunt my dreams, like a certain someone else I'm gonna mention later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE. THE KNIFE OF NOT LETTING GO.&lt;br /&gt;That book is freaking awesome alright. I spent all the time in cameron mooning over it.&lt;br /&gt;First things first. The cover is already nice. I like that knife and it's freaking cool serrated edge. I realize that there's a black and white and red trend in the books I've been buying recently... Blaedite? Nice word. Don't steal it.&lt;br /&gt;I love that author Patrick Ness' s writing style. Since it's a world where all thoughts can be heard as Noise, the writing style really conveys the thought process of the person with the long sentences and repeated words and it really creates the tension during those action scenes it's just too incredible and awesome to be put into words it's a completely different league from the book thief actually it's just different LY you have to have to read it I will make you.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I really want to use this style with long sentences because it's way too awesome but mrs mok prolly won't approve of it but who the heck cares anyways because IT'S AWESOME and me failing just proves that the limitations of essays suck because even people who write this way can write an awesome bestselling book and they should really think of expanding the criteria of essays beyond good english and good phrases and all that boring kaflooey and try letting us be more creative without being penalized for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you &lt;/span&gt;do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The Knife of Never Letting Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Todd. Both Vladmir Tod and Todd Hewitt. But anyways, Todd Hewitt this time.&lt;br /&gt;I think the first part where I thought 'THIS GUY'S BLOODY AWESOME' was when he was faced with the choice whether to put down the knife to look less threatening to Viola, but he says "I ain't putting it down, so just forget it."&lt;br /&gt;I hate characters who would put down their weapons just in the hope of gaining the enemy's trust. People like that don't deserve to survive at all. (Well Zephyros would prolly say, 'Anyone who dies doesn't deserve to live.' I think it's true tho.)&lt;br /&gt;I realized in the middle (when I was staring at the cover in awe) that 'the knife of never letting go' backwards is 'never letting go of the knife'. I wonder if this has some meaning, or it's like this poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am the song that sings the bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the leaf that grows the land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the tide that moves the moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the stream that halts the sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the cloud that drives the storm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the earth that lights the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the fire that strikes the stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the clay that shapes the hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am the word that speaks the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Charles Causley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that poem since it was at the start of Inkdeath, and I think it's definitely worthy to be there ;D&lt;br /&gt;edit: Now I've finished the book, I know what it means. It's still more bloody awesome than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes have to put down the book and keep saying wow like Todd when he sees the Here creachers.&lt;br /&gt;The scene when Todd was suffering from injuries and not able to move, was the best one I've eve read. Most of these scenes in the book are boring, but this is GREAT ALRIGHT. Because his injuries are actually serious, not like some characters that start whining from a couple of bruises or worse, a hangover. And if a whole near week's worth of bruises and cuts and a knife in the back ain't serious enough then I'd like to know what is. And while he was lying there I didn't feel like telling him to get on with it already, but rather I was cringing and feeling very protective of my back. The injuries here are... painful, that's all I can say. And it's incredible because I very hardly if even sympathize with a weak character.&lt;br /&gt;And the way it's obvious that he's angry without him even mentioning emotions is another reason why I love this book. And the book's written in such a way that you don't get a chance to feel that the character is stupid, because the character actually realizes things before you do and not the other way round. Which is freaking awesome if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... That part where he betrayed Manchee...&lt;br /&gt;It nearly made me cry, seriously. And these kinds of scenes are usually sappy and all that, but THIS IS FREAKING NOT.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH my cute Manchee nooooo D:D:D:D:D:D:&lt;br /&gt;Agh I really want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid, bloody, hypocritical Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Stop torturing my poor Todd can. Just go and die already.&lt;br /&gt;I lost some respect for the crocs when they didn't kill him.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna have nightmares of Aaron and his bloody noseless face screaming my name.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's the best villian I encountered, one that actually seems scary and shows his madness with no cheesy lines involved. In fact, the lack of words makes him scarier (the fact that he only screams TODD HEWITT!!!. So creepy.)&lt;br /&gt;Aaron is really the stuff of nightmares. And I've never seen such a painful fight before... Ow ow ow ow ow. Ughh. I don't even want to think about how beat up they are. And this is the first book I've read where the characters are fighting not to kill the villian. And it's not some stupid show of mercy at the end. The villian is truly insane and they're fighting for their lives throughout... Just... GAH Q___Q.&lt;br /&gt;And this villian is freaking strong and crazy and as respectable as a zombie in terms of not-dying-ness. (wow what's wrong with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream where I was fighting with LY over whether small milo packets or large milo packets were more nutritional. And it was fighting with super strength and speed too. I bet I pwned her in the end even though I woke up before the fight ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2155541671183347853?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2155541671183347853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2155541671183347853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2155541671183347853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2155541671183347853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-i-just-got-home-from-kl-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8394087644649824493</id><published>2009-10-17T01:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:31:38.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. Poor Chrno. Is it ironic that as he is making the contract that would kill Magdalene, he's thinking about how making that contract might help him to live without taking her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize the characters say alot of philosophical stuff during battle.&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... "I don't want to die anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Team Bella's Truck alright. Not Team Lancelot or Team Jace. I might be getting converted to Team Lelouch... Though I was laughing like mad when he discovered Suzaku was framed for his murder. Serves him right. Sucker. Always put your phone on silent mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8394087644649824493?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8394087644649824493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8394087644649824493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8394087644649824493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8394087644649824493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/gah.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4932632987584048767</id><published>2009-10-16T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:29:22.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know,</title><content type='html'>whenever I read mangas or watch animes I put my characters in place of the main characters there. It's better than character sheets or anything for character development. (Though maybe that's why I hate those characters, because my characters have to be better than them.)&lt;br /&gt;So when I watched Code GEASS, I began thinking about how Sairys was supposed to deal with the Knightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenario.&lt;br /&gt;Sairys and the robot stand facing each other.&lt;br /&gt;Robot guy: So this is their leader huh! Come on, show me your strength! To this day no one has been able to defeat my -insert robot name here-!&lt;br /&gt;Sairys: um, I'm sorry but I'm just gonna run away now.&lt;br /&gt;Aristos: What!&lt;br /&gt;Sairys: I can only kill living things with souls dude. I'm useless against robots.&lt;br /&gt;Aristos: Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;Sairys: Hell's not bloody. It's non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;'Where's Kaku?' 'Somewhere to the south - ah' 'DODGE.'&lt;br /&gt;Dodge appears behind the robot with Kaku. Kaku pats the robot's leg.&lt;br /&gt;Robot guy: Huh, what's this little cat gonna do to me? How pathetic is -&lt;br /&gt;The Screen: Alert, alert. System malfunction. Self-destruct in ten, nine, eight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha I love Kaku's power of bad luck. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the part where Azmaria goes to Eden/Sinner's Paradise and she comments ' These same people who have done such terrible things, why do they glow of such warmth?' It shows that antagonists don't have to be all evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4932632987584048767?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4932632987584048767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4932632987584048767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4932632987584048767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4932632987584048767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know.html' title='you know,'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4219396825136753530</id><published>2009-10-16T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:14:09.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/chrono_crusade/v01/c006/22.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page. The fighting poses are just amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4219396825136753530?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4219396825136753530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4219396825136753530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4219396825136753530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4219396825136753530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-page.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4999570872631810656</id><published>2009-10-15T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:12:00.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit: avoid reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up watching Chrono Crusade.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over the scene when they die together on the swing, so sad D:&lt;br /&gt;CHRNO. *squee*&lt;br /&gt;Rosette is pretty stupid tho.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy and bored as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I find the scene of Rosette crying and saying she doesn't want to die a little unnecessary in the anime.&lt;br /&gt;In the manga they meet after... what, ten years or so? That was a little weird too.&lt;br /&gt;(And Chrno lost him arm AGAIN. noob -.-)&lt;br /&gt;Why does the anime say that Aion's horns can move time? o_o If that's so then in the manga he could have unfrozen himself... That time when his arm and leg got frozen by Chrno. But I was just simply amazed at how he could come over and impale Chrno with one arm and one leg gone. Amazing, truly amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think Rosette is a loser :D If she really loves Chrno like she claims she does, then she should just take off the seal and heal his injuries. So what if she dies, I don't like her anyway. And my favourite character would be still alive ;D But he would be all mopey and stuff.. so I guess better not.&lt;br /&gt;PANDEMONIUM IS SUCH A NICE NAME OKAY. But the real name of that person is Ririsu or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watching Code GEASS.&lt;br /&gt;... Okay nevermind. I'm reading Chrno Crusade again. The best part is from Pandemonium's Pulse onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Chrno's emoing. "SINNER ATTACK!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Rosette's freaked out. Shader is cute, though she has freakishly big boobs (=_=).&lt;br /&gt;Aion pwned... Not.&lt;br /&gt;That bearded guy sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I like long hair stained with blood. lalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to play make believe in front of a general, you should never have come."&lt;br /&gt;Stuck-up talk. You lose once you think you've won, Duffald (or whatever your name is).&lt;br /&gt;Go, Aion. But bear in mind I'm only with you because of you have nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA AION REVIVED! Lots of blood and all that. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Here comes Pandemonium. It's quite kewl actually. Like this big fish.&lt;br /&gt;hahah tsunami! But a bloody huge one.&lt;br /&gt;Rosette's freaked-out eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Joshua, being all dramatic.give back Chrno's horns already.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha, well done, Aion. Go invincible mode.&lt;br /&gt;Duffald die.Aww.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Chrno's daggers came out. but I don't think he does anything but slash some demons and the control panel.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, the Stella part. I'm gonna skip that. boringggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusade.. The part where she freezes herself and that Fione person? dadada.&lt;br /&gt;... I like their demon wings.but they can't really fly with them.&lt;br /&gt;Starfish demons! Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the calvary came.&lt;br /&gt;I like the girl with the black cat... And the guy with the cross on his nose. (O_O WTH THAT THING'S HUGE!)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I get it now. Rosette's brother and Chrno's brother and Stella's sister is causing all this. Figures.&lt;br /&gt;That old scientist is so wrong. The next time she releases the seal? She lives till thirty plus, dude. Way off.Your maths fail.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA ROSETTE'S DEMON WORLD. So cute lol.&lt;br /&gt;Chrno's face looks like a frog (LY.)&lt;br /&gt;What. Fiore was stained with blood a second ago. Now it has all disappeared.Manga is weird this way.&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot permit any contact with confusing people" = Rosette. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;What, that picture? The one where Chrno was squinting his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Why does her feet bend like that.. so scary and unnatural o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall stop saying stuff that no one can understand unless they read the manga anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I like &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/chrono_crusade/v07/c048/23.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit edit: and &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/chrono_crusade/v08/c052/12.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mangafox.com/manga/chrono_crusade/v08/c052/13.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Chrno is better than Jace ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4999570872631810656?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4999570872631810656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4999570872631810656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4999570872631810656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4999570872631810656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-ended-up-watching-chrono-crusade.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6445080135848377634</id><published>2009-10-15T19:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:26:44.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superman (It's Not Easy) - Five for Fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not that naive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just out to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The better part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm more than a bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm more than a plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm more than some pretty face beside a train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's not easy to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wish that I could cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall upon my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Find a way to lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Bout a home I'll never see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It might sound absurd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But don't be naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even heroes have to right to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I may be disturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But won't you conceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even heroes have to right to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's not easy to be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up, up, and away, away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it's alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can all sleep sound tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not crazy or anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't stand to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not that naive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men weren't meant to ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With clouds between their knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm only a man in a silly red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Digging for kryptonite on this one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking for special thing inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm only a man looking for her dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm only a man in a funny red sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooo oooo oooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's not easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly feel very bored without studying.&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself off from manga and don't feel like returning again.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just go and watch Code GEASS.&lt;br /&gt;I just posted for the song. lol. It's so weird-ish and cute.&lt;br /&gt;I found it from that Superman seen in Singapore airport thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6445080135848377634?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6445080135848377634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6445080135848377634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6445080135848377634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6445080135848377634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/superman-its-not-easy-five-for-fighting_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-254245996371242413</id><published>2009-10-15T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:46:32.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FOUND HYBRIDS.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU AMAZON.COM&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA ASK MY MUM TO BUY FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;O         A            O !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;HYBRIDDDDDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-254245996371242413?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/254245996371242413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=254245996371242413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/254245996371242413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/254245996371242413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-found-hybrid.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-732726805282601405</id><published>2009-10-15T18:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T18:39:40.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation: Brain-DED</title><content type='html'>Exams are over. And I already have so many plans that my holiday is pretty much over too?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares. I'm just gonna enjoy it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, is the Quest for the Frozen Yogurt. Let's hope we find it and manage to get home alive (if we get home at all). Power of missing*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still think that's the coolest power ever. I miss Andura. Whatever he aims for, he misses, so the thing is to aim for what he doesn't want to aim for, and he gets deadly accuracy. His specialty is curry fish head butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered this book called Hybrid! I read it in my primary school library when I was P6 and it was damn nice. It was about in the future when people who stick too much to electronics get merged with them. The main character is this guy with a computer screen for a head. He can talk through a computerized voice and show emotions only by emoticons on the screen. It's freaking kewl. Those normal people are prejudiced against the hybrid ones and want to lock them all up. Then there are these rebellions, where I remember this scene of a guy with a rifle for a hand going out and shooting at everyone. It's a really really nice book, but I can't remember what the author's name is, and I can't find it on wikipedia either. I still remember some scenes really clearly, like this guy who merged with an electric guitar and the strings kept cutting into him painfully, and how the ended up at a squatter's camp where the main character got into a fight and his computer screen broke... I forgot the ending though. I also remember that they had to put some kind of ointment where the skin and machine joined because it was so painful.. And the computer guy was really smart. I think he had to drink liquid food through a tube in his side.&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the cover there's a chain-link fence with a guy in the hoodie standing there and under his hood you can see a smiley-face glowing from the screen. I was obsessed with that book, I borrowed it countless times. But I never remembered the name of the author. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Please tell me if you see it. I somehow miss the book now DDD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-732726805282601405?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/732726805282601405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=732726805282601405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/732726805282601405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/732726805282601405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/operation-brain-ded.html' title='Operation: Brain-DED'/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4416791417186147135</id><published>2009-10-14T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:16:59.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/StWWwPQSLOI/AAAAAAAAAco/eVLCMTCUSJU/s1600-h/Imdead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/StWWwPQSLOI/AAAAAAAAAco/eVLCMTCUSJU/s320/Imdead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392381884318756066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture speaks for itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4416791417186147135?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4416791417186147135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4416791417186147135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4416791417186147135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4416791417186147135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/picture-speaks-for-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/StWWwPQSLOI/AAAAAAAAAco/eVLCMTCUSJU/s72-c/Imdead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1957280203076430965</id><published>2009-10-14T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:13:32.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm reading To Kill a Mockingbird now, the progress is kind of like what I did for The Book Thief, which is read for a while then get distracted by other books but keep remembering it and come back to read it.&lt;br /&gt;Which proves that, it should turn out to be a really good book too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Atticus. At first my impression of him was that (why does this sound like an answer to a lit question) he was just an extra guy with a nice name. Then I thought he was pretty wise and a good father. Then when I got to the court case part, I thought he was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;He should win an award for Character with Most Common Sense. I can't help comparing him to people like Edward or Bella or... ZOEY REDBIRD.&lt;br /&gt;That person scarred me for life.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, anyone with a wonderful name like Atticus Finch would be an awesome person. I don't like the name of the main character though.&lt;br /&gt;Another person I like is Boo Radley.. His name is nice to pronounce and, let's just say stabbing a scissors into someone's leg wins the respect of people like me and LY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science was.&lt;br /&gt;As expected,&lt;br /&gt;FAIL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1957280203076430965?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1957280203076430965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1957280203076430965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1957280203076430965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1957280203076430965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-reading-to-kill-mockingbird-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7005637867974011604</id><published>2009-10-13T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:26:54.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I was reading Dan's Twilight blogs, and he mentioned the senselessness of the cover designs and I went to search for the Twilight cover because I forgot what it was, I found alot of pictures of Robert Pattinson.&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this picture (http://www.gossipcheck.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/robert-pattinson.jpg) I thought: Dan is absolutely right about his crazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea why people think he's hot. His acting sucks, his picture always induces puking, he smiles like a freaking idiot and his hair is comparable to Mingen's.&lt;br /&gt;Actually all the characters in Twilight look like old uncles and aunties. Except Alice. She's fine.They actually look more like insomniac zombies who had too much coffee rather than vampires. Jasper looks like he's having diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was walking to school I had this sudden burst of semi-conscious inspiration, and I've decided on the weapons for my wind elementals.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHA SO KEWL LOL. Even if I say so myself. I don't know why but I made them really.. well.&lt;br /&gt;I have their names and personalities now. Though I didn't pair the personalities with any myths whatsover, (cuz I'm lazy) the names are from greek mythology:&lt;br /&gt;Boreas (North)&lt;br /&gt;Notus (South)&lt;br /&gt;Eurus (East)&lt;br /&gt;Zephyros (West)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can think of wind related stuff, such as wind chimes and windmills and such, please tell me. My brain is tired.Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7005637867974011604?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7005637867974011604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7005637867974011604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7005637867974011604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7005637867974011604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/because-i-was-reading-dans-twilight.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4366879897651196014</id><published>2009-10-10T18:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:17:08.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd just like to say that:&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed every second of Erik's breakup with Zoey.&lt;br /&gt;All the things he says are so true. Go, Erik.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted him to punch her or sth but a guy would never do that I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, and she's shocked at Loren's betrayal. Everyone could tell since the first time they met. What else would a teacher be doing with a stupid girl like her. And the age difference is just disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's not going to fall in love with Darius. I'll puke.&lt;br /&gt;Great, now she's feeling all neglected and alone. Can someone please kill Neferet already. Revenge ever occurred to her?&lt;br /&gt;Is Neferet murdering the vamps? Come on Zoey, just use that little brain for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so. The ending just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh I'm gonna study now before I freeze to death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4366879897651196014?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4366879897651196014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4366879897651196014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4366879897651196014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4366879897651196014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/id-just-like-to-say-that-i-enjoyed.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4592671278787695075</id><published>2009-10-10T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T14:20:02.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, while driving down the malaysia causeway.&lt;br /&gt;'Why are all the streetlights off?'&lt;br /&gt;'Oyah'&lt;br /&gt;'They want to conserve energy la. Save the earth, prevent global warming.'&lt;br /&gt;'The streetlight so pretty, with the flowers and the flags and all, but no light'&lt;br /&gt;'Irony?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, they spent all the money on the streetlamp and no more money to buy lightbulb'&lt;br /&gt;'ahaha'&lt;br /&gt;'No la, they say their streetlamps only turn on during the day one!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia boleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4592671278787695075?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4592671278787695075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4592671278787695075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4592671278787695075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4592671278787695075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/last-night-while-driving-down-malaysia.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2894451359837331722</id><published>2009-10-10T08:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T09:07:27.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edit: Stupid rant when I'm bored and supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoey: 'I think I'm turning into a ho.'&lt;br /&gt;DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE. And you're slow.&lt;br /&gt;I think she secretly admires Aphrodite and wants to be like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's thundering but not raining now. So dark -.-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I think Zoey has like mood swings about her boyfriends. When she's with Loren she suddenly likes him and forgets Erik, and when she's with Erik she suddenly starts feeling guilty about how she shouldn't have risked losing him. Or maybe she has three-second memory like a goldfish. I think that's a reasonable theory.&lt;br /&gt;'Clearly I need therapy.'&lt;br /&gt;I COULDN'T AGREE MORE. Is Zoey finally seeing some sense? It's almost like a miracle. So can she please go mail herself to some mental hospital now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like putting all her boyfriends in a room and letting them fight to the death, so there'd only be one left and the problem would be solved. Of course Loren would probably win, and he's probably going to betray her according to my predictions, so then she'd be left with no one and die a lonely old woman without ever losing her precious virginity which is perfectly fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that she's totally contradicting herself. She says when she's with Erik, she feels all girly and protected and whatever. Then with Loren, she feels like some kind of woman. What the hell does she want exactly? It just sounds like the author is trying to create three kinds of guys to fit all of the readers' preferences: The childhood friend, the sexy adult guy, and Erik who I can only describe as the Edward type but not as freakishly perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah she's so totally cheesy I'm just going to stop reading. She and Aphrodite are fellow hags so I'm not surprised she wants the name calling to stop. And I don't think I can stop imagining her demise when I go through the book. It's only Chosen... Hopefully she gets a painful death in Untamed. It would be for the good of humanity and world peace and all that, but at least it's a painful death. Actually I'm hoping her boyfriends will come and tear her into three. But that's probably too much to hope for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2894451359837331722?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2894451359837331722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2894451359837331722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2894451359837331722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2894451359837331722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/edit-stupid-rant-when-im-bored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-213331408721073606</id><published>2009-10-09T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:31:52.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In order to escape mugging, I've started to read Chosen.&lt;br /&gt;But whenever that Zoey talks about Erik's superman hair...&lt;br /&gt;It's freaking funny for no reason other than that Superman looks like an overly muscled freak.&lt;br /&gt;If Erik really does look like that I'm going to laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;But it's also.. kind of scary...&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I like Elliot. His name is nice and he's a slacker ;D&lt;br /&gt;Just like Zoey to hate him. Obnoxious slutty woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-213331408721073606?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/213331408721073606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=213331408721073606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/213331408721073606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/213331408721073606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-order-to-escape-mugging-ive-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-5051216588199765511</id><published>2009-10-07T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:25:57.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I opened Crezmail, looked at the first email: Add yourself to CGS' Facebook and Twitter!... and bust out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep remembering this joke in the chinese readers' digest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher assigned the topic for the essay as 'Courage'.&lt;br /&gt;The student handed in a paper with only the sentence 'This is courage.'&lt;br /&gt;The teacher assigned the next topic as 'This is the topic, please answer.'&lt;br /&gt;The student handed in a paper with only the sentence 'This is the answer, please award marks.'&lt;br /&gt;I would love to do that lol. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Sophie Kinsella like to write about screwup women with useless careers that like shopping and sleep around with everybody? And they are self-delusional like Miss Meacham. But I've only read 2 of her books so I don't think I can really judge yet.. not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-5051216588199765511?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/5051216588199765511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=5051216588199765511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5051216588199765511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/5051216588199765511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-opened-crezmail-looked-at-first-email.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1331109651961082651</id><published>2009-10-05T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:57:51.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell in love with You'll Be in My Heart - Phil Collins after watching this:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nUnawdL8is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it before but I never thought it was such a sad song D:&lt;br /&gt;gahhh. And I suddenly developed a liking for sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end during art class we did this big acrylic painting of one of Da Vinci's works. It was group work and for some reason, I spent the whole 1.5 hours painting two boats o_o I don't think I was slacking, I was painting until my hand was sore.&lt;br /&gt;Then the guy who was painting the sky, we say he very ji dong cuz the paint keep splashing on us from above lol. Putting emotion into the art o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1331109651961082651?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1331109651961082651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1331109651961082651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1331109651961082651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1331109651961082651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-fell-in-love-with-youll-be-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-4727512642566750573</id><published>2009-10-03T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:05:53.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SPENT A TOTAL OF FIVE HOURS DOING ONLY THE LINEART FOR THIS DUMBDUMB PICTURE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;Ah but there are six people in it after all. I have enough to do shifting heads and eyes around -.-&lt;br /&gt;And the only poses I've ever drawn people in are: standing, sitting, and kneeling.&lt;br /&gt;o_o&lt;br /&gt;This one has lying down supine and prone, crosslegged (wasn't as hard as I thought because of the miraculous baggy pants) and sprawling in whoknowswhat positions.&lt;br /&gt;Gah I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;There's art class later so water colors 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so enthu lol. I used to hate going there.&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna finish that disaster scene.. I think it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they don't assign me to draw the malaysia poster after that. I hate that topic the most -.- Always draw the same things: hibiscus, flag, malaysia, malays.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe should draw teh tarik o_o&lt;br /&gt;I can make watercolor paint the color of milk teaaa&lt;br /&gt;then always get so thirsty during class.&lt;br /&gt;eh-em.&lt;br /&gt;I hope they let us draw fantasy stuff this term! o_o&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I went and suggested that in my reflection.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I am not, not studying.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-4727512642566750573?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/4727512642566750573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=4727512642566750573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4727512642566750573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/4727512642566750573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-spent-total-of-five-hours-doing-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-763449237545576934</id><published>2009-10-02T20:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:24:44.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was supposed to do this a long time ago, but I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Since my characters have to be tragic heroes (like Macbeth! &lt;3) so they have to have fatal flaws.&lt;br /&gt;Well they're not really tragic, because they're kind of retarded but well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatal flaws---&lt;br /&gt;Sairys: Over-confidence/overestimating herself/underestimating her enemies&lt;br /&gt;This was how she lost to the antagonist in the first place. Because she's the strongest in the world, she thought she'd be able to beat him easily. But he was from her home world, where there's always someone looking to kill you, and he definitely is stronger than her.&lt;br /&gt;Viede: Relies on himself too much&lt;br /&gt;This could all have been avoided if he had thought of fighting Irina in a team. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Akage: Her temper&lt;br /&gt;She goes ballistic at every slight trigger. Did I forget to mention this? Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Wind Blows.&lt;br /&gt;Is the most.&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous book.&lt;br /&gt;I've ever read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, they were captured by this group of crazy bio-scientists.&lt;br /&gt;They were locked up in a cell.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what they did?&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to form an escape plan, not planning what they should say were they interrogated, not worried about impending death and doom to the world.&lt;br /&gt;They were having sex.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. THE. FISH.&lt;br /&gt;Why that of all things? I mean I know they claim to love each other but this is freaking retarded. I might have been a little bit more understanding if they were playing I-Spy or rock-paper-scissors to pass the time but, sex?&lt;br /&gt;PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE PEOPLE. Get your bloody priorities right.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what that woman said after they finished having sex?&lt;br /&gt;'I think I'm falling in love with this guy.'&lt;br /&gt;... Excuse me, are you saying you just had sex with this guy whom you have not even fallen in love with?&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for one of their captors walking in on them while they were doing it. I'd like to see their reactions. But I'm sure they'll blow it off like they were just caught talking about political issues.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like strangling someone o_o&lt;br /&gt;I envy Max though. It's good to be flat-chested. So much less troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that Max'a IQ is only a stupid 180. While Artemis' is 200+ if memory serves.. Ahaha, so of course they can't compare to him at all. Whenever I read about their stupid childish antics I feel a strong desire to read Artemis Fowl again (though I must admit it is not as complicated as those real evil genius books) just to see some decent schemes for once.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up reading Ender's Shadow (since Bean is smarter after all, and I don't have Ender's Game). See, Bean is the real example of a genetically altered genius. At least he can apply his intelligence to more things than humor, irony, or FILING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure people are telling me to shut up now so I shall just go and rant to my pet rock. It agrees with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-763449237545576934?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/763449237545576934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=763449237545576934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/763449237545576934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/763449237545576934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-supposed-to-do-this-long-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6245620317696275991</id><published>2009-10-01T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:57:35.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll finally type out the Azrael plot. gah. My fingers are gonna be sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when Azrael had been doing her job for who knows how many lifetimes, there is a rebellion among the angels. Oh but before that (damn) she met this other angel of autumn wind, I forgot his name but I knew he was kinda influenced by Basil from KHR (wth.). And they were lovers, I thought I should have at least one. Anyway he died in the end so (damn). So there was a rebellion, and Azrael got stuck on the rebelling side under Pyron, who is the angel of deception and lies. And her lover was stuck on the other side and somehow she believed he betrayed her. Leading the other side was Metatron [sp.] (I think he's the greatest of angels? who knows) and so they fought, dadadada drama drama. And here comes the showdown between Azrael and Metatron! Unfortunately Metatron won and when he was about to kill her that loverguy jumped in and defended her and he died. Therefore, Azrael lost it and started killing everybody. Angels are basically made out of emotions as in their power is also influenced by emotions, and so because of her negative emotions she as pretty strong. After that she just gave up and surrendered (she doesn't have anything better to do).&lt;br /&gt;So Metatron banished her and four other angels to life and death in the body of a human host on earth. The other four were Sariel, Lirael, Zeruel and Vraniel. They also caused a lot of damage in the war that's why. And Pyron was locked away in somewhere like a torture chamber which was 'a fate worse than death' (it's obvious he's gonna make a comeback. protagonists and antagonists should learn never, never to lock up the other.)&lt;br /&gt;Azrael and co. were given five years to find a human host. (It's a short time in angel terms.) Sariel and the others just decided to straightaway possess a fetus so that they won't have to deal with the other person's memories. Azrael, however, waited until two months to the deadline (brooding, no doubt - or maybe she was making a secret plot to overthrow Metatron).&lt;br /&gt;Now we shall zoom into the human world, where a war is taking place as always. Crimson's country (that neutral one I talked about last time...)  - wait wait did I confuse her with Crimson? See, I said this would be hard. Nevermind. Anyway, Crimson belongs to that tribe. (did I say country? damn.) at the time they were acting in defense against this other random group who wanted to obliterate them. They were kind of losing for some reason. And at the time when Crimson was seeing her tribepeople killed, Azrael saw her and she felt sorry for her, so she decided to possess her. (the complicated part's coming.)&lt;br /&gt;So Azrael possesses Crimson, and they kill the whole of the other tribe. After that, she loses consciousness for about a week. When she wakes up, she's not Crimson anymore, NOR, is she Azrael. She's a combination of the two, except they're not two anymore, they're just one person. For their past memories, it's like she was in two places at once. Something like that. And her personality consists of both characters' traits.&lt;br /&gt;However, since angel memories are so ancient, they can't fit into the bodies so easily (or they'll die). So the memories are locked away for a time, and there are things I called relapses where the angel/humanhost experiences again the memories that are suddenly recalled. This happens for alot of their teenage life. Of course, Sariel and the others are already there, they all decided to possess someone from that race (actually possession's not the right word, it would be better known as merged) because they were tired of war and only that tribe was neutral. So these angel-humans were already well known. They were called the Chosen by the humans, and the Forsaken by the angels. (I think this was influenced by transformers.. *coughcough* Lol.) ANYWAYS I STILL HAVE NOT GOTTEN TO THE MAIN STORYLINEEE.&lt;br /&gt;When Crimson/Azrael (I'll just call her Akage, which is this nickname she gets later on from Sariel. I think it's a mix between 'red' and 'shadow' in jap, I don't know what I was thinking back then I JUST NEEDED A NAME.) wakes up, she finds that those tribepeople she saved were afraid of her now and hated her somewhat (every protagonist must go through this at some point of time.) She doesn't know who she is, and Sariel gave her that nickname to show that she isn't either, just herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll now describe the characters... Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Azrael: She has reddish skin and always flushes. Gah I also forgot to mention this but Crimson can control blood. Something like the tophat-guy from Black Cat, but kewler. For example, she can make a person's blood rupture the blood vessels and then the whole body will explode in a shower of blood... um... nevermind... anyway she can kill pretty instantly, just burst a blood vessel to the brain. She can also create these two daggers from her hardened blood (it's probably not possible, but I just needed to give her a weapon -.-) and yeah. As for her angel form she has raven wings, with a helmet of dead branches and nightshade. She wears a black cloak (but only for halloween) and the rest of the time she wears normal clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Sariel: In his angel form he wears undertakers' clothes (UNDERTAKER FROM KUROSHITSUJI, SO KEWLLL O_O AHHHHHH I LOVE HIS HAT.) eh-em. Anyways, he's pretty much transparent and ghostlike himself. In his human form, he has the power to control bone. (Like Kimimaru somehow... I'm so sorry...) He just makes them poke out of his body and stabs people with them. He can also break people's bones. Typical. He's albino, btw. And he also bruises easily and so he pretty much has a sucky life. (I'm so sorry Sariel o_o but there has to be some contrast between you and Azrael.. um...) At least he doesn't get brittle bones or osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;Lirael: She's the angel of the tenth hour of the night or something, officially. I don't really give her a position here, I'm lazyyy ;D Except she's some kind of guardian/watchman. in angel form, she has five eyes (la-ti-da) and wings like those moths you see, with eye patterns to resemble an owl's or something. In her human form she has... I forgot the power, damn. But it has something to do with eyes. Something like One but better, she has this mind's eye that can see people's auras. But she's not only good at tracking people, she can also kill people after she locates their aura. And she can move objects with her eyesss (why do I remember that spongebob episode) ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;Zeruel: He's influenced by Gluttony. (Illu finds it weird that I like characters like Gluttony, Envy and Zetsu o_o But I think that they're really cute. AND ISN'T ZETSU A N UBER KEWL NAME. Not like Sasuke. boringgg) Anyway he can eat... alot. Something like Kukan. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Vraniel: He can shapeshift, sortof. He needs a dead body, then he'll get Zeruel to eat out the contents, and then he can wear the skin. It's like... OHHH AKUMA FROM D. GRAY-MAN O__O I just realized. Ahaha. Anyway it's really kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I forgot where I was at. Anyway at first they pretty much look down on humans. Especially Azrael, since she's seen so many die before she doesn't even care about them. But after that she realizes that people are really valuable after all (after all she's a protagonist.)&lt;br /&gt;I'll just skip to the main part, where Pyron escapes and is going to conquer the human world (normal stuff.) The angels aren't helping, they're waiting to see what the Chosen/Forsaken would do. They fight, and start to lose. Azrael was defeated by Pyron, and she was near death when she heard this voice speaking to her. In the end it was the loverguy. He told her to get the hell up and defend (not quote) and she did, and they won as they must. Pyron died. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;After that it turned out that the loverguy was still alive as a ghost due to his emotions for Azrael, since he was worrying about her. But he said that he believed she would be okay from now on and disappeared. And he said 'See you,' which implied that there was an afterworld for angels as well, and they don't just drift into nothing as they believed (why am I analyzing my own story...)&lt;br /&gt;After that the five of them were offered their former positions back, but they said that they had come to love the human world after spending all that time in it, and they weren't ready just yet to give all that up even for immortality. And it ends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the ending is a bit similar to the ending of Stardust, now that I have read Stardust. The book says that they run away and travel around instead of claiming the throne for years, and finally settle down a long time after. I love this, while the movie threw that idea away for something totally cliche, became king and queen and lived happily ever after and later it implied they became stars together. The book is more realistic, saying that they can't ever become stars and that Tristian dies while Yvaine still reigns for years after and never goes back to the stars. I like the idea of them being adventurous and not wanting to be tied down even if it means they're giving up their being rulers of Stormhold. The movies sucks to the core. Yvaine is just portrayed as a stupid stereotypical fairy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the book When the Wind Blows, I was kind of disappointed. When I heard that the children were genii I thought I would see more of Artemis Fowl -ishness. But no, they think just like normal children, even really childishly sometimes. All they can do with their intelligence is use humor and irony in their speech. Wow, I'm so impressed. Artemis Fowl is more entertaining with his sarcasm. Heck, even Mulch is more entertaining than them.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed by the lack of elaborate schemes and ingenious escape plans. Messing around with genes and making polite and witty speech is about all they can do. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have this other story now about wind elementals this time. I've always found wind elementals really kewl, since they can do lots of neat stuff with the air. For example, make the area around the person's head fill with poisonous gases or lack of oxygen so they'll get hypoxia and die. Or laughing gas. And they can just breathe some gas at you and make you do anything, like sleeping gas or truth gas or what-not. So kewl. And there's flammable gas 8DDD Just a lighter and whoom.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they can also do stuff with air resistance and pressure (this is just an idiot's theory) but they can slow down your movement, use pressure to break things. They can maybe also be more sensitive to the air around them and sense movement in the surroundings... *squee*&lt;br /&gt;They have wings.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, although this is very common - typhoons, cyclones, tornadoes, storms, and all that.&lt;br /&gt;Zephyros --- whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6245620317696275991?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6245620317696275991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6245620317696275991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6245620317696275991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6245620317696275991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-ill-finally-type-out-azrael-plot.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-7529690705473948337</id><published>2009-09-30T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:53:59.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like chopping off all my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because it was freaking warm just now, and I started sweating even when I tied up my hair, and I felt so suffocated D:&lt;br /&gt;I never had short hair before, except at P1 when my parents forced me to cut it.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh it would be so convenient o_o&lt;br /&gt;I can throw away all my rubber bands, and I won't have my stupid fringe blowing into my face all the time.&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing about short hair is:&lt;br /&gt;You can sleep with sweaty hair and not wake up with an incredibly curly bedhead.&lt;br /&gt;But wait.. if I had short hair won't it just becoem curlier than before?&lt;br /&gt;But it can be seen as being natural, since it's short.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I go to bed even if I'm sweaty. I hate showering.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I bet alot of people would laugh though.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe during december holidays... 8D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-7529690705473948337?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/7529690705473948337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=7529690705473948337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7529690705473948337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/7529690705473948337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-why-but-i-suddenly-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2318764538349466834</id><published>2009-09-30T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:04:00.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Twilight cannot ruin Vampires for one reason and one reason alone: there are no vampires in Twilight, just really cliche closet homosexuals with an added blood fetish for "uniqueness".'&lt;br /&gt;- HatsuharuAiava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;Exam stress *cough*.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2318764538349466834?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2318764538349466834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2318764538349466834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2318764538349466834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2318764538349466834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight-cannot-ruin-vampires-for-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-825138114417455567</id><published>2009-09-29T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:19:55.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just want to&lt;br /&gt;Eat up the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, maybe it's because I'm trying to stop myself biting my nails.&lt;br /&gt;But I can get so hungry during lessons, and my mouth is really restless.&lt;br /&gt;I find myself swallowing and chewing on air.&lt;br /&gt;Or my knuckles.. Maybe that's a better alternative. Though I can't really eat it or it'd be...&lt;br /&gt;Quote Apollo - 'Five words: That would be really bad. '&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I have to stop this. Or I can't tap my fingers anymore D:&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind. I think the exam stress has gotten to me. pish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-825138114417455567?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/825138114417455567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=825138114417455567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/825138114417455567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/825138114417455567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-just-want-to-eat-up-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1542289013608823189</id><published>2009-09-27T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:34:34.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though it's pretty late, I just wanted to type out the prologue to Azrael's plot, if only to hope to irk LY a bit 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;In this land, there are the elementals (as always). And as always, they're pitted against each other.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one neutral country, and they specialize in things like healing, medical science and stuff. So in order not to get involved in the fighting, they become bodyguards-for-hire because they can do super kewl things like hit the pressure points on the body to immobilize people or something like that, and know exactly how to slice up a person.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this world, there are the hosts of angels.&lt;br /&gt;There is no supreme ruler of the hosts, just two entities that govern the light and dark ones.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the world, Azrael was brought into being. When the first kill was made, the soul had no way to leave the body it was connected to, and it suffered much because it had to feel the pain of the body being torn into pieces and eaten and yet was not able to leave it. So Azrael was some kind of antidote to pain. She severs the soul of dying things from their bodies. (I researched, Azrael is the angel of death who writes in a book the souls of things being born and erases the names of things dying.) At first she has to personally be there to sever the soul, but later when she gets more used to it she gets some kind of thing like a phonebook and crosses out the names from there. (She has assistants duh, because it would be insane to try and do that all alone.) Anyway just a while after she was Sariel came into being also. I researched this as well, in one definition I found Sariel is the angel of guidance. So he guides the souls of the dead to the afterlife. Therefore, since they work together so much, they become really good friends. (There will be no, I repeat, no romance between them. Somehow people always think that a boy+girl=romance. This is so untrue. Even though Sairys and Aristos/Viede and Irina/Azrael and Sariel are really close, they are not lovers.)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing the rest, it would reveal the plot too much. So for now byee 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pinion is so cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1542289013608823189?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1542289013608823189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1542289013608823189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1542289013608823189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1542289013608823189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/even-though-its-pretty-late-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-2650541077587403339</id><published>2009-09-27T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:45:53.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me and my aunt went on a mosquito hunt just now with our trusty electric badminton racquet.&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'm just there as the bait, but this time I zapped quite alot too 8D&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that fighting with the punching bag (or with my dad) trained my reflexes alot.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid mosquito, I can zapp you to the netherworld now!&lt;br /&gt;My other aunt said it sounded like firecrackers popping. And you can smell the charred smell from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow imagine this Mosquito Slayer game.&lt;br /&gt;You start out at the 2nd floor bedroom with a Basic Flyswatter.&lt;br /&gt;Then you start killing Lesser Mosquitoes to up a level before advancing to the corridor. If the mosquitoes suck all of your blood, you die. You also die if you are bitten by the mosquitoes that carry malaria/dengue.&lt;br /&gt;The mosquito repellent patch can cause the mosquitoes to stop attacking for three turns. Also, you must empty any pails/flowerpots/vases of stagnant water as you pass the level to prevent mosquitoes from attacking you from behind.&lt;br /&gt;As you advance, you gain new weapons such as the mosquito coil that immobilizes every mosquito within a 5 meter radius, the Basic Electric Badminton Racquet, the Superior Electric Tennis Racquet and the Super Electric Zapper that each have a bigger range and can kill more mosquitoes at one time.  There will also be stronger enemies, such as the Greater Mosquito and the Jumbo Mosquito and the Vampire Mosquito and the Mosquito Swarm and the Vampire Mosquito Swarm(boss).&lt;br /&gt;You can also recruit a friend to come with you and he/she will help you to spot and point out the hiding mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;The more and more bites you get, the more turns you will miss (because you have to scratch them).&lt;br /&gt;However, after you have battled your way down to the storeroom at the first floor, you find the awesome divine antidote: Mopiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I'm probably getting a little carried away but, that game sounds hella fun. Maybe I'll make it with my friend. We promised to run away when we're eighteen and make a shop selling time machines in desks and floating goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also teaching class at my church next year. The students are my bro, my nephew (same age as my bro) and this other kid. I guess it should be ok since it's only the ten commandments. I hope I don't scream at anybody o_o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-2650541077587403339?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/2650541077587403339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=2650541077587403339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2650541077587403339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/2650541077587403339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/me-and-my-aunt-went-on-mosquito-hunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-1125195688877574878</id><published>2009-09-26T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T19:47:45.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zephyros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sr3-eGAW8fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AqZsdQXOSsU/s1600-h/Zephyros..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sr3-eGAW8fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AqZsdQXOSsU/s320/Zephyros..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385740522366628338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just brainstorming.&lt;br /&gt;Those retractable blades killed me, because I have no idea how to do them. Guys are surprisingly good at this o_o IF I ever get a bf, I'll get him to do this for me besides eating my egg whites.&lt;br /&gt;In the end I just stuck together a mess of straps and weird scribbles that are the mechanism. gah.&lt;br /&gt;But I think I can draw faces better now. Since when I flipped it horizontally nothing seemed out of place. Big big improvement from last time, when the whole face looked like it was melting when it was flipped.&lt;br /&gt;As for bodies.. same old thing. Sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I can't draw the same two faces twice o_o I mean those are right next to each other and still they look like different people. Gah. That's why I have to give them weird accessories.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too lazy and sian-ish to type the Azrael plot 8DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-1125195688877574878?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/1125195688877574878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=1125195688877574878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1125195688877574878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/1125195688877574878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/zephyros.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/Sr3-eGAW8fI/AAAAAAAAAcg/AqZsdQXOSsU/s72-c/Zephyros..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-8073172832389749507</id><published>2009-09-22T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:54:39.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahaha I love this song.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle went to the concert somewhere in malaysia, and later when he saw the CD in the store he was like snatching for it like crazy o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics, for once, are nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SUPERBAND纵贯线《亡命之徒》歌词：&lt;br /&gt;听我说　我原来有个梦　跟你高飞远走　跟你一起走到白头&lt;br /&gt;　　但是我　拥有化为乌有　忘记我们承诺　忘记曾经爱你爱的那么浓&lt;br /&gt;　　我不能带你走　我犯了大错　必须一个人走　必须扛下所有罪过&lt;br /&gt;　　必须离开熟悉的街口　请你不要忘记我　这夜里有小雨飘在空中&lt;br /&gt;　　当我扣板机的瞬间灵魂早已卖给魔鬼&lt;br /&gt;　　可笑的是　我好想求主帮我赎回　赎回我那一丁点的尊严&lt;br /&gt;　　想起妈妈的脸　对不起这几年　是否有机会再见你一面&lt;br /&gt;　　妈妈我犯了错　你会原谅我吗?　我已经踏上了末路&lt;br /&gt;　　别人眼中的亡命之徒　哪里还有我的藏身处? &lt;br /&gt;　　我的兄弟　离我远去我还傻呼呼的相信道义&lt;br /&gt;　　所谓的人性莫非要用血和泪来换取教训　不想再混下去 &lt;br /&gt;　　想说干完这一票就不再撩下去 想着想着我的眼泪就流不停&lt;br /&gt;　　出发啦 不要问那路在哪? 迎风向前 是唯一的方法&lt;br /&gt;　　出发啦 不想问那路在哪? 运命哎呀 什么关卡?&lt;br /&gt;(I like the above two lines.)&lt;br /&gt;　　当车声隆隆 梦开始阵痛　它卷起了风 重新雕塑每个面孔&lt;br /&gt;　　夜雾那么浓 开阔也汹涌　有一种预感 路的终点是迷宫&lt;br /&gt;　　喂　小子 我想我大概明白你的意思　那些发生在你身上的&lt;br /&gt;　　曾经以不同的面貌　也在我生命里出现过好几次&lt;br /&gt;　　对此　我并无更高明的解释 只是觉得今天说不定是个合适的日子&lt;br /&gt;　　我们就各自用舒服的姿势 用擅长的方式 给人生我们的&lt;br /&gt;　　不管是一种告解还是一份答辩词　人再有本事也难抵抗命运的不仁慈&lt;br /&gt;　　这道理再简单不过 接不接受是另外一回事　真爱并非不来&lt;br /&gt;　　它只是被无预警的恶意的延迟&lt;br /&gt;　　不要让某个女人做的蠢事变成你自己与自己的争执&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　该有的都有还是觉得不够　天呀 该不会是贪心的念头&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　拼了命地工作 拼了命地追梦 到头来原地没有动过&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　万里晴空下的面孔 庸庸碌碌不开心地锁着眉头 要向谁哭诉&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　想去看场电影 该死的台风偏偏选在每一个的周末&lt;br /&gt;(I was laughing like crazy at the above part. The way he sings it is funny.)&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　这个世界上 就是有人穷得发疯 有人富有 把钞票当作了枕头&lt;br /&gt;(Lol x3)&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　新闻里鼻酸故事 只为了偷面包给妈妈 充饥的小偷&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　一百个为什么 变成一千个 一万个 十万个 为什么&lt;br /&gt;　　为什么　我想破头写不出个鸟　念念念　我为了什么&lt;br /&gt;　　我们都不必在意未来的样子&lt;br /&gt;　　像是精神病患写的诗? 或是烟花绽放的节日?&lt;br /&gt;　　随它去吧 我们都只活一次　呼吸呼吸呼吸　呼 一切曳然而止&lt;br /&gt;　　真理在荒谬被证实以前　都只是暗室里的装饰&lt;br /&gt;　　只有当眼前亮起来了以后　才有机会彰显它的价值　不是谁能决定的&lt;br /&gt;　　该漫游还是冲刺　我们都在海里　我觉得我们像沙子&lt;br /&gt;　　你说的亡命之徒　是不是大概就是这个意思?&lt;br /&gt;　　出发啦 不要问那路在哪?　迎风向前 是唯一的方法&lt;br /&gt;　　(亡命之徒 可会全力以赴 是不是穷途末路 有没有藏身之处)&lt;br /&gt;　　出发啦 不想问那路在哪?　运命哎啊 什么关卡?&lt;br /&gt;　　(亡命之徒 逃亡要全力以赴 喘息在穷途末路 给我个藏身之处)&lt;br /&gt;　　当车声隆隆 梦开始阵痛　它卷起了风 重新雕塑每个面孔&lt;br /&gt;　　(亡命之徒 可会全力以赴 是不是穷途末路 有没有藏身之处)&lt;br /&gt;　　夜雾那么浓 开阔也汹涌　有一种预感 路的终点是迷宫&lt;br /&gt;　　(亡命之徒 逃亡要全力以赴 喘息在穷途末路 给我个藏身之处) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging session later. I'll type out the plot...sometime else -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-8073172832389749507?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/8073172832389749507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=8073172832389749507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8073172832389749507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/8073172832389749507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahaha-i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-9085657163943737090</id><published>2009-09-21T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:35:47.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm writing down plots again.&lt;br /&gt;In chronological order, Sairys' story came first, then Viede's, then Azrael's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Viede's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts when a boy finds himself in this office.  I actually wrote it down but it's to sucky to show people. Apparently, the office is a dump, and there are papers everywhere. There are like these holes dug in the papers on the floor, so that you can see the yellowed ones at the bottom and the white ones at the top. I used to think this was kewl, because that was how I keep my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the boy finds this guy sitting at the table, whose name was Daemus (weird name) and finds that he was actually dead. I'm just going to reveal the whole storyline anyways. His name's Viede (duh). In the living world, there is a war going on between the east and west armies (didn't bother with the naming) and there have been these things called hybrids invented. It's basically the merging between humans and some kind of animal for use in battle. So the war is actually a battle between the two armies on who could first invent the best/strongest hybrid. Viede was the strongest in the east army and the west one was this girl whose name I forgot. I think it was Iris or something (sorry, I couldn't resist because of her power, which involved eyes. what alternative is there, Lashes? Pupil? Cornea?) And so, because Viede was so valuable to the army they didn't want to risk him fighting with the stronger people until they really needed him. (same with the other army). This ended up with alot of people being killed because they wanted to protect the more powerful ones. Of course Viede was pretty unhappy about this, him being the protagonist and all. (Protagonists are boring. I would much rather be the antagonist in the story, except they always get killed. But they do get a few kewl moments after all. And their weapons are wicked.)&lt;br /&gt;So after every battle the whole thing will be really messy, and after this particular one Viede was to wait at wherever he was for the people to come and pick him up (I forgot why.) Oh yeah, and his animal part is the dragon. It's something like an ice dragon (well it lives in the ice) so he has slight ice powers, but the main thing is that the dragons eat souls. Souls, in that story, are made up of memories. I'll explain how they eat them later. Anyway, now he was waiting he met the girl from the west army, but because their armies were so big they didn't know that they were enemies. So they became friends, talked about philosophy while drinking tea (maybe not) and they both wished for the war to end so that they could have a more peaceful life. And they promised each other to meet up again after the war ended. The girl (I still can't use Iris, so I'll just change it to Irina ;D) had the power of shapeshifting. She has this eye on her forehead (normal) where she can copy the form of anything she sees. But only the form and not the abilities.&lt;br /&gt;So, when the respective people came to pick them up, they realized that they were from different armies and that they were enemies. But they avoided fighting for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;But later when they met in this battle, they had to fight each other. Of course Viede was stronger (he is the protagonist) and he nearly defeated her. But when he was about to land the finishing blow, he turned around just stood there and let the enemies impale him. (I think he said something along the lines of 'Hey Death. Come and get me!' Death would have loved that I guess. Anyway since he's the protagonist, this is the kind of lame stuff he has to do. It's troublesome being a protagonist.) So he couldn't kill her after all. And since his superiors never expected him to do this, they were shocked la.&lt;br /&gt;So he died. (I haven't even got to the main plot yet.)&lt;br /&gt;He found out later that what people refer to as Death isn't one person, but an association called DEATH. There are four minor branches and a main branch which is situated at the north pole (LOL). And Daemus is the manager of that branch he got to. Normally people's souls are put into this really really big room where they just run amok for a while. After a while they get to choose whether to 1. stay dead or 2. be reincarnated. For those who would stay dead, there are these places called heaven and hell but not the traditional ones. Because the souls of the good and evil are so different, they will destroy each other if put together for too long. so they have to be separated.&lt;br /&gt;And then there are the soul reapers. Their job is to lead the dead souls back to DEATH and sort them out accordingly. Ghosts/spirits are the souls who have been missed by the reapers and left to rot on earth for too long. They will usually turn evil, and that's what soul reapers need fighting power for. So Viede was given the choice whether to become a soul reaper or not. Of course he chose to. Anyways, the dragons are kind of in a mutual relationship with DEATH. For those who want to be reincarnated, part of their soul, which contains their living memories, have to be severed from the main part of their soul (kind of like their personality initially) and if this soul matter gets into the wrong hands, it could be dangerous. The dragons act as incinerators, eating the soul matter. And they get fed at the same time. win-win situation.&lt;br /&gt;So Viede meets the other soul reapers his age, who are Quinn (I know this is a guy's name but it sounds good a  girl as well): human-lioness hybrid, Pinion: from another world, can control paper (and fold wicked origami) and Ethe: controls this red jewel of some kind.&lt;br /&gt;Quinn is a soul reaper that mainly combats the ghosts/spirits. Pinion works at HQ as a secretary and photocopier. He can also send messages with paper airplanes (he was the reason why I was crazy over paper airplanes for a while during the exam period). Ethe makes the stuff that is supposedly (from Greek legends) from the river Lethe, which washes away memories, but is actually a vending machine. Ethe directs them to use it. And so he is in collaboration with Viede, who was assigned to work the Reincarnation Center. Oh, and Ethe doesn't have a mouth or eyes, so he doesn't talk. (I know there are already alot of contradictions but I have a headache now and I can't be bothered to explain them.)&lt;br /&gt;So they work together for a while, then (I'll skip past the minor stuff to the important part) there is news of a war in the living world. The west and east armies have allied together to defeat their greatest adversary: DEATH. So yey.&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that some sort of experiment had been performed on Irina and her powers mutated. She now has eyes in the palms of her hands as well, and her original eyes don't have pupils anymore. So the eyes in her hands can absorb the entire form of a person, so that person's soul, memories, and everything will be trapped inside her. The advantage is that she will inherit all the abilities of the person. The disadvantage is that the memories she has and the souls inside her drove her crazy. But she can still fight, so she's basically a puppet now.&lt;br /&gt;They also managed to create a new dragon-human hybrid, a girl this time, who's called Sereia.&lt;br /&gt;So they fight. No one has ever defeated Irina, not even the soul reapers, so when Daemus is assigned to enter the battle with Irina in it, Viede gets uber upset because 'he was just going to his death'. Daemus died of course. Viede went into battle with Sereia and because he's more experienced he manages to defeat her.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot another backstory here. When Viede was still young and living he had his dragon horns (he has horns, claws and a tail. Also markings at his eyes, forehead, collarbone area and tail. It's supposed to help him absorb soul matter. But obviously they're just there for decoration purposes.) Because of this he was discriminated by human (as all protagonists must be at some point of time) and when the army people found him, he had already cut off his horn with a dagger which, btw, is the same one he used to fight with in the army and as a soul reaper. (so Viede fights with a dagger, Quinn fights with two of those retractable blades I love so much - they appear in every one of my stories - Pinion fights with paper swords  - don't ever EVER underestimate the power of paper cuts -  and Ethe fights with his jewels, which can turn into blades and poke people. So when the army took him in the leader kept his cut-off horns while he grew back new ones. But the horns are the main source of power for the dragons.&lt;br /&gt;So Sereia, at her defeat whips out Viede's old horns and says that the person told her to use it to kill him should she fail to capture him. But she says that she'll give it to him anyways. (Protagonists always get favors done for them. How come it's okay when that happens, but when the antagonists get favors done for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;people always scream 'unfair!' ?) so he attaches the two other horns and powers up like every protagonist must. (why am I starting to develop a dislike for protagonists and a strong sympathy for antagonists...)&lt;br /&gt;So with this powerup, he goes to fight Irina. Obviously, he kills her in the end. Oh and he does summon the other dragonkind of his to fight with him out of desperation. Of course he justifies this murder by saying that at the end she looked like her old self again, and she thanked him from freeing her from the prison of her mind. He says he'll wait for her in the Netherworld.&lt;br /&gt;(btw, they are friends, not lovers. egguck.)&lt;br /&gt;So the war ended with DEATH victorious. But later it was discovered that Viede has used too much of his power, and now his soul was unravelling/falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;So he started losing his memories, and in the end he just disappeared into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;Irina chose reincarnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the ending isn't so satisfying or something, but I like it. It shows that the protagonist doesn't always have a happy ending. And I feel that he must have to sacrifice something to achieve all he has. There must be a catch.&lt;br /&gt;And the antagonists just live on their normal lives after the war. It's more realistic that way.&lt;br /&gt;So yay. I think I won't type Azrael's story today. It's even longer than this one. Dammit -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I like Viede though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-9085657163943737090?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/9085657163943737090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=9085657163943737090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9085657163943737090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/9085657163943737090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-writing-down-plots-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-3256162199303190111</id><published>2009-09-20T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:00:20.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We just went out and bought X-men 1 and 2. The only ones I saw were The Last Stand and X-men Origins: Wolverine so yey.&lt;br /&gt;But those people look uglier.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm a stupid X-men fan since P6. But who cares.&lt;br /&gt;We're going to watch it till late while drinking milk tea. My family can be really kewl sometimes ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;And my dad keeps finding excuses to go looking at computers while blaming it on my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this CD of a movie called Cry_Wolf or something like that. It sounds really nice. About a group of liars at this school that spread rumors about an imaginary killer 'The Wolf' that supposedly killed this woman that was recently murdered. They described the next victims of 'The Wolf' based on themselves and suddenly find that the described victims are disappearing. And someone is watching them. So intriguing. And the front picture is nice too. It was what caught my eye in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find it on youtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-3256162199303190111?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/3256162199303190111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=3256162199303190111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3256162199303190111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/3256162199303190111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-just-went-out-and-bought-x-men-1-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4728093685407927058.post-6738208885385400065</id><published>2009-09-19T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:42:18.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chapter One storyline for LY.&lt;br /&gt;read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's this person called Sairys.&lt;br /&gt;She was this loser, blablabla.&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets the pendant and kills Luke.&lt;br /&gt;Her familiars are too numerous to be named conveniently.&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I do have this picture of Kuragari. Don't know whether I've posted it before, but I'll just.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SrT1MtelIzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uAcdOmwj5gI/s1600-h/Kuragari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SrT1MtelIzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uAcdOmwj5gI/s320/Kuragari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383197053329679154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are these mergy dragons.&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Then after she impresses everyone and all that crap, and after learning to use her powers, she receives the news that her people have turned against all the other elementals and are currently going to war. Since her dad's was the leader before he poofed and gone, she felt this was rather unfair. She realized that the current  temporary leader of her people (this loser guy with no name) had sent her to that academy on purpose to keep her out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;The school expels her since they think she's a threat because of the rebellion. She runs away and of course, defeats that loser guy and takes over the undead people as leader. Of course, she's this slacky leader that makes Alucard do everything for her. Which is what's kewl about her.&lt;br /&gt;Then the real climax is finally revealed. Because she's a good leader and the number of undead people is small, she knows everyone. And one day there is this murder of one of the people, and she goes there and accuses this guy, saying she knows everyone and she has never seen him before. In the end he was this spy. It turns out that the people from the world the undead people originally came from (thirteen was it?) came to this world to take over. The undead people in number three world originally came here because they were tired of the violence and bloodshed there. In that world, people could be immortal and everyone is constantly fighting over the best bodies and taking over another person's body is a very common thing.&lt;br /&gt;So in the end her father came back, and it turns out that he disappeared because he was trying to stop these people from coming. He's a big loser so he failed.&lt;br /&gt;And she ignores him, saying he's got no right to call himself her father. yay.&lt;br /&gt;So they go into battle with those intruders.&lt;br /&gt;And their leader wants her body. as in possession.&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote out the last part.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll put it here. The bad thing about me is that I write stories with their endings in mind. So I have trouble writing the middle parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that sneering of his; it was just beginning to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;'Did you actually think, that with that puny power of yours, you could defeat someone like me?' (typical egoistic villian talk.)&lt;br /&gt;'Puny power huh. So why do you want it then? Loser.'  (yes she actually says that.)&lt;br /&gt;'Do not mock me. I will have your body, and there's ab - so - lute - ly nothing you can do about it.'&lt;br /&gt;The shadows curled tighter around me. My whole body was numb from the touch of cold, cold darkness.&lt;br /&gt;'Now, surrender yourself to me.'&lt;br /&gt;'Shut up. Your talk's making me puke,' I told him.&lt;br /&gt;He kept that dumb amused look of his. 'Being brave till the end huh? But the result will still be the same.'&lt;br /&gt;He closed his eyes and made a sign. I felt his spirit coming towards mine, and the connection of my own essence to my body loosen. It was too late.&lt;br /&gt;Too late to escape, but... perhaps not too late to stop this.&lt;br /&gt;'For my people,' I said, pressed the button on Aristos' mechanism and plunged the knife deep into my heart. (he gave her this retractable blade that can be strapped to her hand. I like that weapon somehow.)&lt;br /&gt;His eyes snapped open. 'What are you...' he said, squinting. Then as he saw what had happened, he began to shake. 'No... No no no no no!' He screamed as he tried to reverse the spell. But these spells, once activated, are irreversible. This is their nature, and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;Blackness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was floating.&lt;br /&gt;The world seemed to have been thrown into a blender. The colors swirled and spun dizzyingly.&lt;br /&gt;Then all the colors fell back into place, and I saw the world like I had never seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;It was almost like when I had first recieved my powers, except everything now was painfully beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the battle field as pinpoints of light. A whole multitude of them, swarming and moving about randomly. Some of them were fading, and some of them beat strong.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the brightest light some way below me, right next to one that was just fading, the last glowing tendrils floating up to join me.&lt;br /&gt;'I feel so light!' I laughed. My voice was like the tinkling of crystal chimes.&lt;br /&gt;However, no one seemed to notice me. I looked down closer, with my new eyes. The person who belonged to the bright light was kneeling on the ground, cradling a frail, broken, blood stained little body. He was crying.&lt;br /&gt;I was annoyed. Why was he crying, at a time like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why was he... He was...&lt;br /&gt;'Aristos!' I cried, realization dawning on me.&lt;br /&gt;He did not look up.&lt;br /&gt;Anger flared in me. 'Aristos! Heed me!' My voice was now a fearsome thunder, shaking the earth in its roots. He finally looked up, and his eyes met mine.&lt;br /&gt;'Sairys...?' His voice was hoarse and surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I felt something above me. I looked up, and he followed my gaze.&lt;br /&gt;A group of lights, like a moving constellation, were dancing up above me. Their beauty mesmerized me, as well as the intricacy of their dance. And I knew I had to go to them. They were waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back down at Aristos. His eyes searched mine.&lt;br /&gt;'I'll be back,' I said, and soared up into the heavens, free at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe she gets resurrected into her old body after that. How I know. It ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. I'm going to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4728093685407927058-6738208885385400065?l=nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/feeds/6738208885385400065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4728093685407927058&amp;postID=6738208885385400065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6738208885385400065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4728093685407927058/posts/default/6738208885385400065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nutsareourfwens.blogspot.com/2009/09/chapter-one-storyline-for-ly.html' title=''/><author><name>Alibaba</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11928352397266775397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/S52D58xgtmI/AAAAAAAAAeI/5ij_gm1oKso/S220/mrg.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6pRqKxBwPE/SrT1MtelIzI/AAAAAAAAAcY/uAcdOmwj5gI/s72-c/Kuragari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
