<?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-3352032773622255874</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:38:35.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* look at the stars..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-4103444041445535846</id><published>2008-08-20T14:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:12:27.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See, this is why I said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Jonas Brothers = definition of &lt;strong&gt;Gay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu49OPsCHI/AAAAAAAAATU/CDXtn7lP5g0/s1600-h/jonasbrothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236482353683761266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu49OPsCHI/AAAAAAAAATU/CDXtn7lP5g0/s400/jonasbrothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; classified as hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks like Frankie Muniz or something. You know.. Malcom from Malcom in the Middle? Just with a.. slightly longer face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu8LPokCXI/AAAAAAAAATc/rqvpu_qku-A/s1600-h/frankie_muniz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu8LPokCXI/AAAAAAAAATc/rqvpu_qku-A/s320/frankie_muniz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236485893109582194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu9bXtKKOI/AAAAAAAAATk/yiU0zoQ6mxI/s1600-h/frankiemuniz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu9bXtKKOI/AAAAAAAAATk/yiU0zoQ6mxI/s320/frankiemuniz.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236487269665876194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second picture is just sexy. I'm sorry. I had to share his sexiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, even &lt;a href="http://mae-mixedtape.blogspot.com/"&gt;mae&lt;/a&gt;'s Justin Nozuka looks better than the Jonas.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, minus the fact that he looks slightly.. underaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But he has a pretty hot voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Bret Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9budUQF8VzU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9budUQF8VzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;drool.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fawkh. Weei just called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT THE LEGAL AGE FOR DRIVING BE 15?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I WANNA DRIVE A CAAAR $#@%%&amp;amp;#$*^&amp;amp;# !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh. why o why did he have to be busy on thursday. of all ungodly days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. 17 minutes on the phone x_o Should've used the bluetooth -rubs ear-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But HAHAHA! Waste more money, &lt;a href="http://benilarocks.blogspot.com"&gt;nab&lt;/a&gt;! x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-4103444041445535846?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4103444041445535846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=4103444041445535846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4103444041445535846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4103444041445535846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/see-this-is-why-i-said.html' title='See, this is why I said..'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKu49OPsCHI/AAAAAAAAATU/CDXtn7lP5g0/s72-c/jonasbrothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8465042704711943888</id><published>2008-08-18T11:25:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:56:29.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just zannie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright! I get it! I'm earthly lazy! But come on! It hasn't been &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; long! Just.. -counts with finger- hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, happy birthday, jakie, lime, min and mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's everyone's birthday in &lt;em&gt;August&lt;/em&gt;? guhh. srsly. have some sympathy for the person buying the presents D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olympics! Nooo! He lost! Our one last hope of getting a gold medal! Beaten by Lin Dan with a 21-12 and 21-8! Lee Chong Wei! What happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But Lin Dan was kinda hot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjuMcw_WkI/AAAAAAAAATE/oimdEaL2XXg/s1600-h/lee-chong-wei-vs-lin-dan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696464465713730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjuMcw_WkI/AAAAAAAAATE/oimdEaL2XXg/s400/lee-chong-wei-vs-lin-dan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just look at those lips..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjt4wY8sdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5YSdx7htmKk/s1600-h/lindan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235696126136201682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjt4wY8sdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/5YSdx7htmKk/s320/lindan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;x laaa~ lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Sevani is dating Miley Cyrus!! ARGHH!! Didn't she just announced that she was all heartbroken because Nick Jonas &lt;em&gt;dumped&lt;/em&gt; her? WHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your car, Lime. Marry me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant the car; not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOE is Ministry of Education? Wasn't it a fandom word? D: bawww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials in a few days. I should get studying. But I'm lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look! I finished the Rubik's Cube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjvY9tuQaI/AAAAAAAAATM/VfDL_YzqqQI/s1600-h/rubics-cube-for-the-lazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235697778980438434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjvY9tuQaI/AAAAAAAAATM/VfDL_YzqqQI/s320/rubics-cube-for-the-lazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. that's not my hand =.= i use lotion, tyvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, till next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's opposite day, twiddle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8465042704711943888?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8465042704711943888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8465042704711943888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8465042704711943888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8465042704711943888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-zannie.html' title='Just zannie.'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SKjuMcw_WkI/AAAAAAAAATE/oimdEaL2XXg/s72-c/lee-chong-wei-vs-lin-dan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-6246661974825047577</id><published>2008-08-03T19:05:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:37.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence Quotient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWRSwIU3nI/AAAAAAAAASE/EovCquz4yWE/s1600-h/iqtest.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWRSwIU3nI/AAAAAAAAASE/EovCquz4yWE/s400/iqtest.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230246293604195954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a TA cube test at &lt;a href="http://www.highiqsociety.org/iq_tests/"&gt;International High IQ Society&lt;/a&gt; out of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this test before when I was like.. 12. Same site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored 114, which is still above average but still. Dropped by 6 points D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame my lack of general knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we're always talking about celebrities being dumb and the odds. No thanks to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Lindsay_Lohan"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Jessica_Simpsons"&gt;Jessica Simpsons&lt;/a&gt; -rolls eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; celebs are actually pretty smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Natalie_Portman"&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/a&gt; for example. ..you know, the Star Wars co-star. She graduated high school with a 4.0 and headed off to Harvard where she received a Bachelor’s Degree in psychology. She attended Hebrew University on a graduate level and is fluent in Hebrew, French and Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWYt1bAcTI/AAAAAAAAASM/Nw_QgLg7sCU/s1600-h/alicia+keys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWYt1bAcTI/AAAAAAAAASM/Nw_QgLg7sCU/s200/alicia+keys.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230254455462588722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Alicia_Keys"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt;. Even her looks says "smart". She graduated high school at the age of &lt;em&gt;16&lt;/em&gt; and also served as Valedictorian. But she gave up her scholarship to Columbia University to pursue a career in music. Oh, and like, she's singing the new James Bond movie theme song with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/White_Stripes"&gt;White Stripes&lt;/a&gt;! I read that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Amy_Winehouse"&gt;Amy Winehouse &lt;/a&gt;wasn't too pleased she got rejected without even a second thought x] Poor Lucifer's wife..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Shakira"&gt;Shakira&lt;/a&gt;. Despite her avaricious he's actually one with a bloody IQ of 140. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Nicole_Kidman"&gt;Nicole Kidman&lt;/a&gt; is right next to her with an IQ of 132. We should stop thinking stereotype now. I mean, just because &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Paris_Hilton"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt; is dumb doesn't mean everyone else is. Did anyone know her hobby was.. &lt;em&gt;ice-hockey&lt;/em&gt;? -raises eyebrow-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWjUvGlN4I/AAAAAAAAASk/zaPYW_f4-bQ/s1600-h/293_Jonas_Joe_051108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWjUvGlN4I/AAAAAAAAASk/zaPYW_f4-bQ/s200/293_Jonas_Joe_051108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230266118897481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of stupid celebs, my brain diverged to another Disney actress with racy photos, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Vanessa_Hudgens"&gt;Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/a&gt;. She recently let slip in an interview that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Joe_Jonas"&gt;Joe Jonas&lt;/a&gt; from Jonas Brothers is dating &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Chelsea_Staub"&gt;Chelsea Staub&lt;/a&gt;? Yea, I don't know who she is either. Wikipedia ftw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A star of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minutemen_(film)"&gt;Minuteman&lt;/a&gt;? -tilts head in confusion- &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Bratz_(film)"&gt;Bratz&lt;/a&gt;? ..wait, I think I've heard of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWpDfJB2II/AAAAAAAAASs/cbgjFBzvk9I/s1600-h/mccartney_jesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWpDfJB2II/AAAAAAAAASs/cbgjFBzvk9I/s200/mccartney_jesse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230272419624769666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember how I always said &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Jesse_McCartney"&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;/a&gt; was gay? Yes, I'm aware I called a lot of artists gay, and they probably are. Specially John Mayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, McCartney said in an interview with a paparazzi from &lt;a href="http://www.e-online.com"&gt;E!Online&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/index.jsp?author=marc malkin"&gt;Marc Malkin&lt;/a&gt; that he &lt;em&gt;does not sleep on anybody else's pillow except his&lt;/em&gt; &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that turn-off smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of one of those &lt;em&gt;Kids President&lt;/em&gt; sorta campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, &lt;em&gt;Gossip Girls&lt;/em&gt; has stopped airing. It's now a web-only series. Watch it only at &lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com"&gt;cwtv.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God forbid me from laughing everytime I hear the name &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shia_LeBeouf"&gt;Shia LeBeouf&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWjJFGwitI/AAAAAAAAASc/N-I27DvJLPI/s1600-h/abeouf_shia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWjJFGwitI/AAAAAAAAASc/N-I27DvJLPI/s320/abeouf_shia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230265918645373650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/wiki/Ryan_Seacrest"&gt;Ryan Seacrest&lt;/a&gt; does not have aquaphobia! He's still swimming! The 3-hole wound from a cat-sized shark won't scare the guy! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWrdGq8txI/AAAAAAAAAS0/26jWI-_6AtI/s1600-h/425_seacrest_ryan_073008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWrdGq8txI/AAAAAAAAAS0/26jWI-_6AtI/s400/425_seacrest_ryan_073008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230275058756007698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Even sharkie wants a piece of him&lt;/s&gt;..~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-6246661974825047577?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6246661974825047577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=6246661974825047577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6246661974825047577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6246661974825047577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/intelligence-quotient.html' title='Intelligence Quotient'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJWRSwIU3nI/AAAAAAAAASE/EovCquz4yWE/s72-c/iqtest.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-4786016957586367592</id><published>2008-08-02T22:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harriet Arnberg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Gosh, she's so pretty, she looks like a 3D animation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRvDPqB9BI/AAAAAAAAARU/leXs8J0gQho/s1600-h/sunshine_in_my_mind___by_bloddroppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRvDPqB9BI/AAAAAAAAARU/leXs8J0gQho/s400/sunshine_in_my_mind___by_bloddroppe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229927168817099794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect models like &lt;a href="http://aoi-kochou.deviantart.com"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;. They're not too thin and not all about looking skanky. She's like.. just right! There's the sadistic look, the sexy look, the innocent look.. everything! And she doesn't over do it. Her photographer, &lt;a href="http://bloddroppe.deviantart.com"&gt;Joseline Janson &lt;/a&gt;seriously knows what she's doing. The colour contrast and angles are all so amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRwOECgTJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yuX0yEXadlU/s1600-h/everyday_is_a_nightmare___by_bloddroppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRwOECgTJI/AAAAAAAAAR0/yuX0yEXadlU/s320/everyday_is_a_nightmare___by_bloddroppe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229928454188715154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRwDnCcc1I/AAAAAAAAARs/IerIdrW6Fg4/s1600-h/Me____by_Aoi_kochou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRwDnCcc1I/AAAAAAAAARs/IerIdrW6Fg4/s320/Me____by_Aoi_kochou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229928274605142866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRv5Iueh_I/AAAAAAAAARk/mUals-eJzGs/s1600-h/Like_a_summer_breeze_by_Aoi_kochou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRv5Iueh_I/AAAAAAAAARk/mUals-eJzGs/s320/Like_a_summer_breeze_by_Aoi_kochou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229928094669637618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRvu0cEwzI/AAAAAAAAARc/g3PB-AxYRto/s1600-h/all_i_have___by_bloddroppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRvu0cEwzI/AAAAAAAAARc/g3PB-AxYRto/s320/all_i_have___by_bloddroppe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229927917425050418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might make a header out of the pictures later.. after asking for permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRweZpq5gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ivSUHeXkAkE/s1600-h/departed___by_bloddroppe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRweZpq5gI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ivSUHeXkAkE/s400/departed___by_bloddroppe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229928734868039170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-4786016957586367592?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4786016957586367592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=4786016957586367592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4786016957586367592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4786016957586367592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/harriet-arnberg.html' title='Harriet Arnberg'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJRvDPqB9BI/AAAAAAAAARU/leXs8J0gQho/s72-c/sunshine_in_my_mind___by_bloddroppe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8409593949526068331</id><published>2008-08-02T15:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:39.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tamadenaku..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJQZ6VKfLkI/AAAAAAAAARM/_opqqgGU_M0/s1600-h/cry___by_helenicous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJQZ6VKfLkI/AAAAAAAAARM/_opqqgGU_M0/s320/cry___by_helenicous.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229833557188226626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't imagine I didn't hear you. I can't pretend it didn't happen. I can't just let it go. But I can't just stand by and watch those tears roll down your face. As much as think it was a reasonable decision for the one who made you cry, it hurts me to see you broken up inside. No matter what wrong you did, I still feel so torn to see you in pain. Torn between two decisions, between who you should let first on your list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I say? I'm just a third party member with no objectives in the matter. I'm hardly involved. All I can do is say soothing words that sound wrong even in my own ears. How can I tell someone that everything is alright when I don't even know it myself. To not give hope is to not disappoint.. But it wouldn't hurt to give encouragement, right? Especially if she has chosen to believe that you will lend her a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't understand the pain that she's going through. The feeling of watching everything you've built since you've been born, fall apart and yet, you don't know the reason why. The feeling of thinking you've lost all your friends when you were doing something beneficial, if not, harming no one. The feeling of having to choose between two of your most beloved people. The feeling of trying to figure what is wrong and what is right when you clearly know the answer. The feeling of losing hope, love and the reason to continue fighting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, after going through all this unnecessary pain, I still cannot put everything into words to console someone who's probably going through the exact same thing. Yet, whatever I've said between your deafeningly silent sobbing were not advice but empty optimistic phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone shoot me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8409593949526068331?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8409593949526068331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8409593949526068331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8409593949526068331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8409593949526068331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/tamadenaku.html' title='tamadenaku..'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJQZ6VKfLkI/AAAAAAAAARM/_opqqgGU_M0/s72-c/cry___by_helenicous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5776339162465508381</id><published>2008-08-01T20:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:39.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance 2 Finale - Msia</title><content type='html'>This is live so you probably won't understand much if you don't chase this reality series. It'll only make you see stars so I suggest you don't read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so psyched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with the Top 20 minus the Top 4 dancing in white with Janet Jackson's &lt;em&gt;Feedback&lt;/em&gt;, followed by Celia Cruz's &lt;em&gt;Gotta Get Down &lt;/em&gt;(Sly is so sexy..), then &lt;em&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/em&gt;, a Lord of the rings OST, and finally, &lt;em&gt;Senang Senang &lt;/em&gt;by Zainal Abidin who sang his infamous Orak Arik after the Top 4 which consist of Black &amp;amp; Sim and Hong &amp;amp; CC, were introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK LOOKS SO HOT IN WHITE!! ..ironically xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His real name is like.. Ng Kar Fei &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJMGwhNEbbI/AAAAAAAAARE/s0WIqWKxKoA/s1600-h/t20blackqc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229531022923951538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJMGwhNEbbI/AAAAAAAAARE/s0WIqWKxKoA/s320/t20blackqc9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of Birth: 30 December 1983, 25 years old&lt;br /&gt;Place of Birth: Kuala Lumpur&lt;br /&gt;Education: SPM&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: Freelance dancer&lt;br /&gt;Type of Dancer: Hip Hop&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the judges: &lt;a class="new" title="Pat Ibrahim (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Pat_Ibrahim&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Pat Ibrahim&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="new" title="Ramli Ibrahim (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Ramli_Ibrahim&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Ramli Ibrahim&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a class="new" title="Judimar Hernandez (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Judimar_Hernandez&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;Judimar Hernandez&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now playing flashbacks of the past episodes. Good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON! DANCE ALREADY!! &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! SIM AND CC dancing with stripper chairs! Music by Christina Aguilera, Ain't No Other Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramli said it was like Anita Moi and Anita Sarawak together.. NUHHU! It was not good flow! There was no character, Judy!! It was kinda skanky--BLACK!! AHH!! ♥ !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. They're so gay xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong: I can't believe I have to hold his fingers and do his chacha?&lt;br /&gt;Black: I love you Hong -heart sounds-&lt;br /&gt;Hong: My last message to Black, can you eat some chewing gum before you dance, arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN IN BLACK MATRIX! SEXY! They carried each other! cuteee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Judy. I agree. I wish it never stopped. I can keep watching and watching too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, shit. I didn't catch what the song was. ARGH! So distracted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! They did the scary black goth dance again! The one Black did with Farah last time! Cept she kinda sucked. This time Sim and Hong did it. Judy. It wasn't one level higher than Black and Farah's. It was only because Farah sucked. LEAVE BLACK ALONE! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Air, Jordin Sparks feat. Chris Brown! Black and CC! It was actually done by Hong and Sara during the Top 20's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last scene was so... I'm so jealous of CC too, Aishah Sinclair.. ;__; When you look me in the eyesss, tell me that you love mee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda agree with Ramli that it was kinda not that good, not that innocent.. But innocence isn't every CC and Black material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouu!! Solo performances :D !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special guest performance, Shila. First runner-up for &lt;em&gt;One In A Million Season 2&lt;/em&gt;. Singing &lt;em&gt;Bebaskanlah&lt;/em&gt; with Kat-Fariz and Alam.. darn short guy, but the winner for Season 1. He's now in a show called &lt;em&gt;Alam Story&lt;/em&gt;, 10pm Sunday 8TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gemuruh by Faizal Tahir, group dance. Urban costumes. &lt;s&gt;Black has a hot ass.&lt;/s&gt; It's funny to see Hong and CC trying to smile when they're panting like mad xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about the dancers.. They have the most horrible English. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with &lt;em&gt;In My Bed&lt;/em&gt; by Rain, is &lt;strong&gt;Hong&lt;/strong&gt;; with a rose. He threw his jacket! Cute wittle boi &gt;&lt; !! So poetic and dramatic and beautiful and passionate and just.. lovely. Hong: Dancers are most versatile and &lt;em&gt;multipurpose&lt;/em&gt; artists on stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is &lt;strong&gt;CC&lt;/strong&gt;. Her English is not half bad.. Magelena by Siergo. Obviously a salsa. That's what her legs were made for. She's so long and tall o_o And shiny dress! And then bird/crow sounds from the audience screaming C. And yes. It was kinda rough, Ramli, agree. Judy is kinda right. I'm getting bored of watching her shake it salsa-style. Pat, you lame crap ._. Of course it's very her. That's the only thing she can do &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, her fanbase is like a freaking football stadium o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC: It's not about the money but about the experience.. (or both).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. She sounds like me in the end x_o; with the high squeaky "and.. yea!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; dance with anything.. Black is the new &lt;em&gt;pink&lt;/em&gt;?! WHAT?! o__o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black: Keep me more stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Black: Our friendship always stick together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! PINK PANTHER OST! xDD SO CUTE! SO BRILLIANT! LMAO! screaams x]]!! PINK SUIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat in the pink suit, Ramli? ..mhmm. The making of a superstar!! wooo! yea! Yeap, Black is a perfectionist, Judy. Yes, Pat! Borned entertainer! Exactly crown clown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Here comes the horrible English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black: I dunno who will be the one to win tonight but I'm sure I'm the one you're looking for! I want to special thanks to my family, friends and all my supporters there. Without you, I cant stand here, I can be here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black: Beside famous, I learn a lot of things in can help me in my career. I'm a commercial dancer. So I want to prove that a commercial dancer can also become a dancer artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not typoes. It's exactly what he said. All the grammatical errors included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim&lt;/strong&gt; is up at last with.. a funky costume o_O In The Garden by Dolores. String trick. Awhsum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramli.. Wrong peribahasa. And yes, cute for a change for Sim, Judy. Eww. Please don't do a lala face, Sim. And yes! Berani, Pat! Something different and awhsum! Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim: Tonight I want talk, I really want to talk. I want to a prove to Malysia. I want to a prove that I'm is the best. Everytime I is on the stage, it is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim: For me now, before this competition, my life already change now. My new family. The top 20, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa. The musical by Top 20. So cute. Pelvic thrust! o: Raymond.. RAYMOND HAS MOWHOWK! OMG! FAWCK! screaaams!! sexy janitor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sly, still as sexy as ever in yellow collar shirt, black slack and black jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat - dunno who.&lt;br /&gt;Judy - has a favourite.. HONG!&lt;br /&gt;Ibrahim - SIM!&lt;br /&gt;Pat - asked again xD chose CC for charisma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESULTS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:300%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CC WON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... no comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-5776339162465508381?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5776339162465508381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=5776339162465508381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5776339162465508381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5776339162465508381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-you-think-you-can-dance-2-finale.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance 2 Finale - Msia'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJMGwhNEbbI/AAAAAAAAARE/s0WIqWKxKoA/s72-c/t20blackqc9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8907249468666626703</id><published>2008-08-01T19:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:30:13.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/thebittercandy/TotaEclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who saw the total eclipse today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; didn't! Wtf noooo! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9xZCpIGexc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9xZCpIGexc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8907249468666626703?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8907249468666626703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8907249468666626703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8907249468666626703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8907249468666626703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/solar-eclipse.html' title='Solar Eclipse'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5061304794750948935</id><published>2008-08-01T17:54:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:41.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave-driver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I'm good at computer graphic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to brag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO NEED TO ASK ME TO DO YOUR HOMEWORK FOR YOU D&lt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-glares-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I do free headers and lays..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should start putting up a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first sad attempt for an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/thebittercandy/pianoadthing2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLk_2DJdqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QmEPOOyOO-M/s400/pianoadthingthumb.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229493902822176418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should've stick with Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLvLOjdoiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7N17g4AriD0/s1600-h/matarazzo_heather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLvLOjdoiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/7N17g4AriD0/s200/matarazzo_heather.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229505093495005730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heather_Matarazzo"&gt;Heather Matarazzo&lt;/a&gt; is getting married. Boy, she looks scary in that pic.. You&lt;em&gt; do &lt;/em&gt;know who she is, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Such a familiar face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Princess Diaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. the best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flicks your lightbulb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;em&gt;hopelessss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLoI9hAeII/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z_ZH0sgIHeg/s1600-h/cyrus_perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLoI9hAeII/AAAAAAAAAOM/Z_ZH0sgIHeg/s400/cyrus_perry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229497357980170370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katy_Perry"&gt;Katy Perry &lt;/a&gt;ain't getting no kiss from &lt;a href="http://www.lifestyles.com"&gt;Lifestyle Condom&lt;/a&gt;'s spokesgirl, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miley_Cyrus"&gt;Miley Cyrus &lt;/a&gt;during Sunday's Teen Choice Awards so those of you waiting to catch some lesbian action in a kids event can keep dreaming. Cyrus has said in an interview after hearing Perry's intentions about snagging a kiss from said Disney star, that no such thing will occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't see her disguisting pictures (there are some in &lt;a href="http://benilarocks.blogspot.com"&gt;Nab&lt;/a&gt;'s blog), here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL61nmG5_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/F6gB_brZiMU/s1600-h/miley_cyrus_nick_jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL61nmG5_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/F6gB_brZiMU/s200/miley_cyrus_nick_jonas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229517916399396850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL6wSCci5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wFa15yFySSA/s1600-h/miley_cyrus_dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL6wSCci5I/AAAAAAAAAPs/wFa15yFySSA/s200/miley_cyrus_dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229517824713329554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL6oY1hNwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8N8AChP4tE0/s1600-h/miley_cyrus_underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL6oY1hNwI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8N8AChP4tE0/s20/miley_cyrus_underwear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229517689099204354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL6a8fDLqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q4_2l1NNgek/s1600-h/miley_cyrus_blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL6a8fDLqI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q4_2l1NNgek/s200/miley_cyrus_blanket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229517458150469282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this spell innocent-i-love-god virgin to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL-pKCzP8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Auw7Qe2uB5U/s1600-h/miley_cyrus_wedgy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJL-pKCzP8I/AAAAAAAAAQw/Auw7Qe2uB5U/s200/miley_cyrus_wedgy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229522100354760642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't get this picture. It makes no fawcking sense. Are kids still looking up to her? Are parents still calling her a role model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, she's Miley Cyrus. Just another girl who thinks skanky is sexy. Mhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare they compare her with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amanda_Bynes"&gt;Amanda Bynes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLrg4wjRXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S1vhtpfzrUQ/s1600-h/labeouf_shia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLrg4wjRXI/AAAAAAAAAOU/S1vhtpfzrUQ/s200/labeouf_shia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229501067554932082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shia_Lebeouf"&gt;Shia LeBeouf&lt;/a&gt; has been released from &lt;s&gt;prison&lt;/s&gt; the hospital with a broken wrist after crashing into another car and rolling an F-150. On his passenger seat was co-star, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Isabel_Lucas"&gt;Isabel Lucas &lt;/a&gt;(wonder why she was being druggie with him, mhmm~) who broke her nails. fap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity director &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Bay"&gt;Michael Bay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steven_Spielberg"&gt;Steven Spielberg&lt;/a&gt; for having to postpone the premier of &lt;a href="en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transformers_2"&gt;Tramsformers 2: Revenge of The Fallen&lt;/a&gt;. Imagine all the millions of dollars wasted everyday. tssk tssk. There goes the $600mil target~ which was also attempted by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Nolan"&gt;Christopher Nolan&lt;/a&gt;, director of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Dark_Knight_(film)"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/a&gt;.. unsuccessfully, of course xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLtTugzaOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iekX0-Gy58w/s1600-h/titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLtTugzaOI/AAAAAAAAAOc/iekX0-Gy58w/s200/titanic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229503040489482466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titanic_(1997_film)"&gt;Titanic&lt;/a&gt; is still on the top charts with $1-&lt;em&gt;bloody&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;billion&lt;/strong&gt;. Imagine this. Only in North America, this movie has already earned $601-freaking-million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suspecting it's because &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Winslet"&gt;Kate Winslet &lt;/a&gt;was like.. &lt;em&gt;naked&lt;/em&gt; in there. As a form of &lt;em&gt;art&lt;/em&gt;. And &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_DiCaprio"&gt;Leornado DiCaprio&lt;/a&gt; was pretty hot there too. Although most people seem to be enjoying his death in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blood_Diamond_(film)"&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;/a&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I typing all this crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's cause I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing special really happened in school 'cause two people, specifically &lt;a href="http://livingherownreality.blogspot.com"&gt;Andria&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lynnstercrappy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ozy&lt;/a&gt;, turned off their lightbulbs &gt;.&gt; At least &lt;a href="http://thecrazyshrink.wordpress.com"&gt;Carmen&lt;/a&gt;'s light was &lt;s&gt;bright&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;eye-blinding&lt;/em&gt;, sigh =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-5061304794750948935?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5061304794750948935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=5061304794750948935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5061304794750948935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5061304794750948935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/08/slave-driver.html' title='Slave-driver'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJLk_2DJdqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/QmEPOOyOO-M/s72-c/pianoadthingthumb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-7198839087533633961</id><published>2008-07-30T13:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:42.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fawck Streamyx</title><content type='html'>FUCK! I EDITED A FUCKING LONG POST AND THEN I GOT DISCONNECTED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like, piggyback ride anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJBKBOet5VI/AAAAAAAAANc/-biAliZzyW0/s1600-h/piggyback.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJBKBOet5VI/AAAAAAAAANc/-biAliZzyW0/s400/piggyback.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228760552304403794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x] gacktxhyde is ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-7198839087533633961?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7198839087533633961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=7198839087533633961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7198839087533633961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7198839087533633961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/piggy-back-ride.html' title='Fawck Streamyx'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SJBKBOet5VI/AAAAAAAAANc/-biAliZzyW0/s72-c/piggyback.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-2779606188962641760</id><published>2008-07-29T15:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:42.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Net Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Times &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; have changed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SI7OmW3i-3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1niF6OjPjJs/s1600-h/gary+dean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228343375792634738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SI7OmW3i-3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/1niF6OjPjJs/s400/gary+dean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's possible that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deandivorce.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gary Dean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, a Lancashire businessman, has discovered a new use for the internet. Dean has set up deandivorce.com, a "standalone website ... so that the truth about my divorce settlement is available to anyone who wants to know about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all curiously heartfelt; he insists that he isn't sour about the deal, or angry with his ex-wife(Helen Dean), but merely want to stop gossips misrepresenting him as a "greedy, tight, ruthless bastard who abandoned my wife and children, walking off with millions and leaving my family almost destitute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/news/2008/07/divorce_on_the_web.html"&gt;Sean Clarke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other sources: &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1035908/Millionaire-puts-3-7m-divorce-details-internet-prove-village-gossips-hes-tight.html"&gt;Daily mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but this really tickles me blue x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what next? Net marriage proposal? Wedding? Cyber babies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so anyway, Johnny Depp has once again involve himself in another kiddy movie: Alive in Wonderland. He stars as the Mad Hatter. In 3D. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SI7PemMnRPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jB0-TZdkjRA/s1600-h/johnnydepp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228344341980202226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SI7PemMnRPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/jB0-TZdkjRA/s400/johnnydepp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SI7WQsd75RI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JXlrRAaUc9Q/s1600-h/miley+cyrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SI7WQsd75RI/AAAAAAAAAM8/JXlrRAaUc9Q/s400/miley+cyrus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228351799726695698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Hannah Montana star, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miley_Cyrus"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/a&gt;, God I hate her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's being offered a job as a spokesperson after the final season of the forementioned Disney production has come to an end. &lt;a href="http://www.lifestyles.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lifestyle Condoms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, yes CONDOMS, has offered to pay 1-bloody-million dollars to hire her as the newest purveyor of prophylactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS THE MANAGER OF LIFESTYLES OUT OF HIS BLOODY MIND!? The girl is &lt;em&gt;15&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Hello&lt;/em&gt;!? You can't just ask a 15 year old &lt;em&gt;DISNEY&lt;/em&gt; girl to walk around promoting &lt;em&gt;CONDOMS&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the least, she didn't accept the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LifeStyles didn't give up though. Quote: "The condom dispenser is willing to sweeten the deal: When she comes of legal age, the company is prepared to offer Cyrus a &lt;em&gt;lifetime supply&lt;/em&gt; of condoms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, remember I mentioned my comp broke down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad offered to buy me a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was gonna buy me one anyway. But he planned to buy it as a Straight A's gift after I get my PMR results; that is &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; I get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and I rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REJECTED!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS HOW SERIOUS I AM ABOUT FOCUSING ON MY PMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-2779606188962641760?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2779606188962641760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=2779606188962641760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-3971793413897141826</id><published>2008-07-28T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:53:29.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a confession to make.</title><content type='html'>I'm actually.. a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-long pause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, I could be transy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-another long pause-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm bored!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams in agony-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY PHONE BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRONTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is torture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sue my parents for child mental abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-3971793413897141826?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3971793413897141826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=3971793413897141826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3971793413897141826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3971793413897141826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='I have a confession to make.'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-6517565085393124792</id><published>2008-07-28T16:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:54:01.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave out all the rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;2 more days to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, 77 days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or 82 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then death in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;♪ When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrongs that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest.. ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Linkin Park"&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;ftew&lt;/em&gt; - for the emo world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chester_Bennington"&gt;Chester Bennington&lt;/a&gt;'s mustache though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And them beards! Fakies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Cook"&gt;David Cook&lt;/a&gt;'s facial hair though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosli Dhobi is so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;♪ When you look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that &lt;s&gt;I'll pang sai&lt;/s&gt; you love me&lt;br /&gt;Everything's alright ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams make me happy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sit far far away from those people who always pick on me for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderrrsss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wtf is &lt;em&gt;'air beriak'&lt;/em&gt;? Gosh. Sounds so disturbing. Stupid peribahasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna fail.. &lt;em&gt;failing&lt;/em&gt; BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Moral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. well, maybe not civic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a pretty civilized and benevolent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smiles innocently-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-6517565085393124792?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6517565085393124792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=6517565085393124792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6517565085393124792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6517565085393124792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='Leave out all the rest'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-6389697709990161889</id><published>2008-07-26T16:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:43.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I destroy computers. First my own and now the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyber lord will send me to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam starts Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which chapter is coming out again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you pronounce hypocrite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. the Art folio.. now where did they go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMR in 79 days.. or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God. Wearing the school uniform on a Saturday is like wearing a coat during Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough sleep makes the world go blue.. or green.. or was it pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it's pink of health, not red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's red-letter day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you read this word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see.. 1+1 is 3.. maybe 2 and a half. One dad, one mom, here comes the baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The generation is changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women doing business and guys vaining themselves in the mirrors to impress God knows who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I hate his hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second thought, I want a house-band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son should be named Junior. Or Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, that should be my husband's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating seaweed makes me feel like a cow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..moo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TWO-FACED COW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrzYeIF_RI/AAAAAAAAALk/_nTT2_ijCEg/s1600-h/twofaced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227257919246302482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrzYeIF_RI/AAAAAAAAALk/_nTT2_ijCEg/s320/twofaced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. yeah. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post isn't random. Megan's influence. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maericccc. 14 days anniversary! hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between "green and white" and "emerald and pearl"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so un-chick-like. What the hell is a mauve; dictionary.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urbandictionary.com owns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad we're not blood related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reload my phone with 50 bucks yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shucks. 30 bucks left to survive for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi's should make jeans with deeper pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people actually hate taking bags around and prefer to put everything in their pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone, money, IC, phone, student card, coins.. sweet wrappers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people hang those air fresheners in their closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells better than moth balls but still.. pick something less.. intense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of those poor souls who have to lend your closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sniffs- MAN ODOURR. my jackettt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men should spray on less Rexona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cologne is obviously better than deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair is too tall.. But it spins! weee! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's fiercer than a dog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miao..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrz4mizDOI/AAAAAAAAALs/9GXv2wGojRg/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227258471261605090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrz4mizDOI/AAAAAAAAALs/9GXv2wGojRg/s320/cat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EARLY BIRTHDAY, GAYDDO! It's almost December!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how I got this scar? -licks lips-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Do not agitate people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..that's possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say no to say no to drugs! ..or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a guy, I wanna be named Lex. Not Alex. Lex. L-E-X. LEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Levi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White hair isn't silver hair. Neither is gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. BLOOD. faints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh.. ICU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hemophobia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.. I haven't reached my menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T STOP GROWING! JUST WATCH ME GET TALLER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M ALMOST 5 FEET 3, MIND YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrxzEN_-KI/AAAAAAAAALU/feUBsHgqV7M/s1600-h/grapefruitorange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227256177124964514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrxzEN_-KI/AAAAAAAAALU/feUBsHgqV7M/s320/grapefruitorange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is that an orange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's a grapefruit, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I was joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm perfectly sane.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only insane people talk to themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Tomorrow's Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him again! ARGH! Since when did &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; switch classes! I switched because &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; was in the old class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Andria has a miang smile.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looks around.. hides in a corner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooom! They're bullying me again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chorus now, here we go: Bullified, defriend, tomorrow defriend, go talk to the passerbyers, &lt;s&gt;something something&lt;/s&gt; 016 so you can feel more &lt;em&gt;shi fuk&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;♪ When I grow up I wanna be famous, I wanna be a star, I wanna be in movies&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I wanna see the world, drive nice cars, I wanna have &lt;em&gt;groupies&lt;/em&gt; ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not boobies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who's the real bitch he-- MY &lt;em&gt;HAIR&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's the Man&lt;/em&gt; is a must watch movie. 13th time and still running!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANNING TATUM!! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrxb2iML3I/AAAAAAAAALM/efksIx589ac/s1600-h/channing+tatum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227255778314563442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrxb2iML3I/AAAAAAAAALM/efksIx589ac/s320/channing+tatum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okhay, that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and my phone has been, is about to, actually, be confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shut &lt;em&gt;up&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; the only important message in this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-6389697709990161889?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6389697709990161889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=6389697709990161889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6389697709990161889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6389697709990161889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/errors.html' title='Errors'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SIrzYeIF_RI/AAAAAAAAALk/_nTT2_ijCEg/s72-c/twofaced.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-2350958245977655540</id><published>2008-07-23T17:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:14:45.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;is the new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. WTF. THERE GOES GEO! WOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-2350958245977655540?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2350958245977655540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=2350958245977655540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2350958245977655540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2350958245977655540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-6398105280306630051</id><published>2008-07-23T15:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:09:47.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/thebittercandy/sigh.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a woman is so darn troublesome.. I keep thinking about how I should act. If I try to stay away and not get involved, people start talking behind my back. If I get too involved, it'll be like; No matter what I do, it always turns out to be something flawed. No matter what I say, when it goes wrong, the blame is always on me. No matter how hard I try, the result doesn't change. No matter what I wear, people still think I look like a &lt;em&gt;slut&lt;/em&gt;. I don't wear make up. I don't wear strapless clothes. I don't wear micro mini skirts. I wear long pants.. and long shirts.. with long sleeves.. and Converse shoes.. or flats.. not heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do lala nor emo poses. I don't take revealing pictures. I rarely take any pictures at all. I know I have a very lolita face but it's not like I purposely faked it out.. I just do. It's not my fault people with my kind of face tarnished the name of this kind of face. I don't flirt. I don't talk cheap.. Do I? Or it is my pitch? The tone? The accent? What is it? What's wrong with me? Why are others allowed to wear those kind of clothing and still be treated fairly but &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; can't even wear a pair of shorts without being called a whore? I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, he wasn't the first one who's said it to me. I've heard worse. Far worse. It just never strike me that someone will call me that when I'm out with a group of &lt;em&gt;girls&lt;/em&gt; wearing.. &lt;s&gt;I'll take a picture when the shirt is ironed&lt;/s&gt;. So what will they think if I wear a more seductive outfit, talk more avariciously and shop around with a group of men, being the sole girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't&lt;/em&gt; answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/thebittercandy/joker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY SO SERIOUS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sad! I'm just slightly confused and messed up. I'm okhay! Seriously! Why so serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;And Heath -- uhm, I meant Harvey Dent, &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have a scary mutated face! Leave me alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-6398105280306630051?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/6398105280306630051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=6398105280306630051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6398105280306630051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/6398105280306630051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/pondering.html' title='Pondering..'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-1877107179257919578</id><published>2008-07-22T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T18:04:18.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prank SMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, I'm getting pissed. Is anyone else getting this or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Quote&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;+60146287333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hey muffin, how was your day? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/thebittercandy/murderphone.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudereffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously. It's so annoyinggg.&lt;br /&gt;Get one everyday from a different number!&lt;br /&gt;Is my number that common? gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But uhm, if I know you, then uhm.. whoops?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-1877107179257919578?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1877107179257919578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=1877107179257919578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1877107179257919578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1877107179257919578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/prank-sms.html' title='Prank SMS'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5671121472894046597</id><published>2008-07-21T15:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T16:07:38.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It wasn't his fault.. It was mine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I have a high pitch voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I was borned with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I came on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry for coming between the two of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry he thought I was "cheap" and had a fake voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry he actually thought I needed to feign a cute voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but honestly, I hate my voice but it's not like I can help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I didn't like the fact that he judged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I felt like he was being contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I still can't figure out what I did him wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not remembering what I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I barely said anything to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry he didn't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I thought we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I expected you to stand up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I tried to challenge our friendship and your love for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for not noticing our friendship was so frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry he was a better friend than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry that I was not worth standing up for as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry for not reading between the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for overestimating what we had between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I felt offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I felt insulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was a cheap whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I had no idea what I did to gain that title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for making this this sound like I'm holding a grudge; I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't just let it go because I thought we were more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't avoid you as you sit right beside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I ignored you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't tell you straight to your face that it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't mend that hole in my heart fast enough to stop the tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I asked you to tell me what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I don't care what he thinks about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I was offended by your response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry you thought about me that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry if this sounds sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for not being sincere enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry that this will harm our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for feeling hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry for being emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I was your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Next is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I felt annoyed talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I felt like you were trying to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for not giving you what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't give it because I don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I don't have it because my friend haven't given it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry my explanation doesn't seem to get to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I cried in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I sobbed in your shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I looked like an attention whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I looked like I have a "Pity Me" sign on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry but that wasn't my intention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry for not being able to control my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I use sadness and disappointment to replace my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't express myself as well as I can online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry for my sad attempts to put on a false facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I don't like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I cause a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't choose sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I needed a hug. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I'm not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry you have a lousy friend like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry for lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I couldn't handle the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I was the cause of your breakup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I said "Do what you think is right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I don't remember doing any against my morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I despise that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I sided her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry she was my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I didn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for going out on Saturday with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry but I really regretted it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry my phone was credit dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being in denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry for not admitting I really like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm sorry I can't admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry I like being single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry relationships don't work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry but you have to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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It was mine.'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5803350354810030331</id><published>2008-07-20T15:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:43.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SILoHe1gsUI/AAAAAAAAALE/mFLR99UuE60/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SILoHe1gsUI/AAAAAAAAALE/mFLR99UuE60/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224993732937429314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice for those below 160cm, when going out with Su Ann or Ame, high heels are seriously a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God for thick-sole school shoes! woo~ ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-5803350354810030331?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5803350354810030331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=5803350354810030331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5803350354810030331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5803350354810030331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/disturbance.html' title='Disturbance'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SILoHe1gsUI/AAAAAAAAALE/mFLR99UuE60/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-938601165002265470</id><published>2008-07-18T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:25:00.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-18 Bloggers Beware</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb101/thebittercandy/normal_middle_finger_flame.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not allowed to say 'Fuck' anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oshucks. buhoo. baww. fawck off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-938601165002265470?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/938601165002265470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=938601165002265470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/938601165002265470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/938601165002265470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloggers-beware.html' title='-18 Bloggers Beware'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-3357165318760258976</id><published>2008-07-18T16:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:26:00.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn in Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;GAHHH &gt;__&lt; WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I went into the wrong car after school. I mean, it's the right type and right color and I couldn't be arsed to see the number plate but like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WHY ARE THERE SO MANY HONDA CIVICS ON THE STREETS?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I'm not used to waiting for my dad's car so it's pretty understandable.. But apparently, the driver didn't think so. He's probably one of the dudes who lived in that white condo in front of my school.. Huhh. Never wish to see &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at lunch in some random coffee shop, I banged.. yes &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANGED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; into someone right in the chest. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THANK GOD I WASN'T HOLDING THE PLATE!&lt;/span&gt; You'd expect this person to fall back and curse at my face seeing as he has this.. ah long look. But he didn't. Cause despite my epic strength and balance(hahaa), I fell backwards and my lovely ass hit the stupid table with a thud. Fawck. I would've apologized since it was technically my fault.. or not. Since he's such an &lt;s&gt;idiot&lt;/s&gt; unlucky person to stand so close behind me. But tergamak he snickered right in my face!! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'M SO GOING TO FIND HIS HOUSE AND SPLASH RED PAINT!&lt;/span&gt; =__=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but the dude's friend has really hot hair. Probably a hairstylist. Hot hair = Silver hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;♪ stop and staree ♪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came home and went blog surfing.. then landed on someone's blog and saw the name of an old classmate. I should've noticed that not everyone who has the same name is the same person, and should've done a little bit research first. But I had accidentally typed in her cbox before I could figure out her full name.. which didn't match my ex-classmate's. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HOPE SHE DOESN'T FIND ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. -crawls into a hole and buries self-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minor ones are like how I called my dad's number by accident, thinking it was Jaw and then calling Ozy at 3.33pm when she's still at school; headdesk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neeway, hopefully nothing &lt;em&gt;stupid &lt;/em&gt;happens tomorrow, considering I'll be out the whole day.. I can't wait to see my little grandniece again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what to wear.. I totally forgot about to think what I was gonna wear. All that was in my mind was&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;yukata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yukata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;yukata&lt;/em&gt;. Not Miss JC OOi's "you kata, i dengar", kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhh.. will anyone think I'm weird if I wear that to Queens? I mean, I'm gonna wear it to the &lt;em&gt;Bon Odori&lt;/em&gt; anyway. Unless it rains. Mud is going nowhere near my lovely Japanese.. &lt;em&gt;shoes&lt;/em&gt;. Whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, gonna go vain myself and find a shirt to wear. &lt;em&gt;Or&lt;/em&gt; I can go make some ice-cream with melted chocolate tops instead.. ♥ yumm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-3357165318760258976?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3357165318760258976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=3357165318760258976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3357165318760258976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3357165318760258976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/burn-in-embarrassment.html' title='Burn in Embarrassment'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5429117316413996729</id><published>2008-07-15T17:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T18:08:17.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat-turday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought I should update a bit.. since I'm free anyway. Having to manage two blogs and a site is &lt;em&gt;HARD&lt;/em&gt;! &gt;&lt; oh yes, and a forum.. huhh. What was the link again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to tie a necktie. And failed. Miserably. Like accidentally-choked-myself kinda miserably. I even tried surfing for a few sites for tips D: It always turn out like.. a chunk of cloth. But the ones in the pictures were so awhsum v(;__;)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bawwwws-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like, anyway, caturday. Yes, it's spelt like that. Curtesy of cat-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMG&lt;/em&gt;. EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING ON THIS SATURDAY. ALL AT ONCE! DARRRNN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;♪ wake up wake up on a saturday night~ ♪ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..or morning. &lt;strong&gt;NOOO&lt;/strong&gt;. GO BACK TO &lt;strong&gt;SLEEP&lt;/strong&gt;. GAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I'm gonna go crazy. I hope it rains and the stupid bon odori is cancelled. So I won't get kidnapped there and get grounded by my parents if I come home late.. or never return at all, gasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uhm, the YE sale. I'd say support MGS and buy their products but they kinda suck so uhh.. yeah. Which is why I promised Puan Tan C.E. I'll buy that Literature Guidebook on the day itself so I won't go home empty handed xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna feel like a working day, I swear. I mean, isn't &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; in Queens for 10 hours straight a little.. I don't know, &lt;em&gt;OVERBOARD&lt;/em&gt;? =__= But Ozy seems to think it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh.. I should cancel something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-is too nice- :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote, I totally blame Ozy for not coming to school today. I have to suffer her share of fruitless teasing. God forbid Andria and Carmen to have such &lt;em&gt;creative&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[rolls eyes]&lt;/span&gt; minds. Seriously. All I ever did was like J-pop/rock. And yet due to this fact, for two months straight, I have yet to see a day when his name is not mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-headdesks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got reminded. Recycling. I swear I'm gonna find a solid excuse next year and quit this stupid pose as the Green Project leader. I downright refuse to take this pose once more to add to my 3 years of arranging trash. Fucking environment. I mean, NOBODY CARES. STOP BEING SUCH AN ATTENTION WHORE, YOU BLOODY MOTHER NATURE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think happy thoughts. HAPPPYYY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm insane. You have a problem with that? It's not like you've never been like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're probably too young to have gone through puberty, so old that your ovaries sagged or you just don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I'm typing bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATEVERRR&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-5429117316413996729?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5429117316413996729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=5429117316413996729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5429117316413996729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5429117316413996729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/cat-turday.html' title='Cat-turday'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-7030210161351815429</id><published>2008-07-07T17:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:44.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Update</title><content type='html'>For now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHtf6PJliI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7NmcuGL0CMs/s1600-h/goodbye-cruel-world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220214575563642402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHtf6PJliI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7NmcuGL0CMs/s320/goodbye-cruel-world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to concentrate on my studies(specially BM, History and Geography). I need to get a top ten position before my parents murder me and lock me out of the house. Seriously. My dad's been tight ever since I told him I want to go for Taylor's Law School in KL. Dreams will remain a dream if I don't work hard. And I should start now. Even though &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; people won't stop telling me that PMR is just fucking white peas &gt;.&gt; Well fuck you, I'm stupid. kthxbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;[loll. On the spot typing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Su Lin, dinner's readdy. Faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Huhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; stop staring at the computer screen and come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hold on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/span&gt; Blogging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; ..Jie, tell mom what's blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Sis:&lt;/span&gt; Blogging.. is for ke po people who are cia pa siau eng.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my 100, well, 98 days hiatus starts today xD Won't update until something nice comes up. Probably YE weeks.. If I decide to go.. 'Cause I'm not sure they'll sell anything worth buying. I mean, they're selling some piece of paper with two magnets, or so they called a paperclip for a freaking 1.. something. NOT BUYING. Support maybe la but not beneficial la.. We need a more creative head. Ame should be able to rock it next year ♥ woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puan Cheah called me her computer technician today. 'Cause Avienne suggested I should fix it cause the stupid sound system in the computer laboratory was broken.. again. So I went searching everywhere for the mistake. But it was working 'cause ironically, when windows start up, the stupid starting sound effect was there. Speaking of that, some idiot created two &lt;em&gt;Student&lt;/em&gt; accounts with the same fucking name. DUMB BLONDE. So I signed into the Teacher's account, which thank God I know the pass word xD, and deleted the shit. Not sure if i deleted the important one or the pseudo one though. Lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard whispering noises from the speakers. No, not ghost whisperer -rolls eyes- So I suspected that the wire was probably loose. VOLAAH~ Fucking cheapskate school! It was so loose that even an ant can pull it out! So Kok Lynn and I had to hold the damn thing through out the lesson &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to stop tripping on nothing. Although I'm sure I tripped on Avienne's foot.. But I can't be sure cause I have a tendency of either bumping into someone/thing or tripping on flat ground ¬¬ I blame the shoes, no duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice how this month seems to be emo month. Everyone's going through something paranoia and friendship/relationship problems. But life doesn't end that easily so i hope everyone will stand up tall and move on. Cause time doesn't wait and the more pain you receive, the more mature you get~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probationary prefects. Well, almost everyone that applied got chosen. Mostly Form3s. Though I don't really get why some people would wanna be prefects 'cause they'll never book their own friends anyway. Favouritism will bound to happen and you'll have to get stuck between duty or friendship. Which is something I don't wanna go through ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the class trip. I have sixth sense and God knows I'm fucking psychic when it comes to this kind of things. Something terrible is gonna happen. World War 3, khay. Internal battle anyway. And I'm not taking sides. Atas pagar for life. 'Cause.. Well, I'm trying to think out of the box and will say that everyone has their own point of view and has their freedom to think however they want. There's no way to restrict one's mind so what comes out from their mouths might not be what's in their heart. So that answers why I don't wanna go loll. Don't feel like repeating it over and over again to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the prefects thing, dunno if they just wanna show off or what la but the ones chosen this year are kinda.. playful? But I don't blame them. 'Cause most of the people from 3B are 78% rebellious in a way. I just hope this doesn't build a status wall between any of us. And I don't like people who take advantage of their double standards so.. yeah. Hopefully nothing changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's a lot of benefits in being a prefect and I'm not saying it's easy to be one and that I can be one anytime I want. I'm not that showy, please don't misunderstand. I'm just saying there's more than meets the eye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhmm.. cold ribena with a slice of lemon.. &lt;-- random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHu-4bVRTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1qxbxJobwgE/s1600-h/cg-home-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220216207165441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHu-4bVRTI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1qxbxJobwgE/s400/cg-home-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sekolahsaya.com.my/asadi/index.aspx"&gt;Sudoku Competition&lt;/a&gt; btw. Primary and Secondary. Prize is to Hong Kong Disneylang. Why Am I promoting this? I have no idea! Woo! xD&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, being a woman is hard. I'm growing zits from all that stress and my mom's all yappy so she took me to &lt;em&gt;The Natural Source&lt;/em&gt; and bought this darn clenser last week. Then a toner. Then a moisturizer. Then that fucking.. whatever it's called. MY GOD. IT'S JUST A FACE. WHAT'S WITH ALL THAT CRAP!? I'M GONNA GET WRINKLES ANYWAY! GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know those exercise balls? Like.. two times smaller than gym balls? For exercise? Yeah. I asked Jasse to buy it for me cause he works in Pragin and you know what he bought for me? A fucking beach ball. Yeah khay. &gt;___&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hugs- xD ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, today was Ma'am Irene's last day. NO MORE PHONETICS! WOOO! But I'll miss her. Even though she's all "You should go on a debate team 'cause you're so argumentative and talk a lot" .__. It couldn't be helped.. I blame Su Ann and Ozy. Seriously. it's because I'm sitting between them that I get stuck in the middle of conversations -coughcough- Specially about.. the &lt;em&gt;RAIN&lt;/em&gt; in PFS..~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHwZK1vkAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t7IiFKPGiO4/s1600-h/wanted-jolie_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220217758296281090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHwZK1vkAI/AAAAAAAAAK8/t7IiFKPGiO4/s320/wanted-jolie_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wait.. Oh right. Ozy said he saw my blog post on the chromatography thing xDD -whistles away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote, if anyone wants a job after PMR or in November/December, contact me. We're up for promoters under Canon. 16 and above please. Unless I know you personally and you're confident that you look 17 ._. Like Su Ann. Can't believe she managed to sneak into the cinema and watched Wanted! Why is tht show +18SG anyway? It's Angelina Jolie for God's sake. MRS. BOTTOM PITT. GARHGH. Sigh. Nevermind. Cetak rompak DVD ftw ;x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-7030210161351815429?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7030210161351815429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=7030210161351815429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7030210161351815429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7030210161351815429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-update.html' title='Last Update'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SHHtf6PJliI/AAAAAAAAAKs/7NmcuGL0CMs/s72-c/goodbye-cruel-world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-7624511471569905284</id><published>2008-07-05T17:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:29:40.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your PMS Disaster Level: High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouapmsdisasterquiz/pms-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a PMS disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least you're only scary a few days of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouapmsdisasterquiz/"&gt;Are You a PMS Disaster?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCUSE ME!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Act Like You Are 26 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/20s.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M FIFTEEN, MUTHER FAWCKER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have Your PhD in Men&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand men almost better than anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You accept that guys are very different, and you read signals well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work what you know about men, and your relationships will be blissful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howwelldoyouunderstandmenquiz/"&gt;How Well Do You Understand Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt;. Where's my cert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Vocabulary Score: B+&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/vocab.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a zealous love for the English language, and many find your vocabulary edifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fret that you didn't get every word right, your vocabulary can be easily ameliorated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/"&gt;How's Your Vocabulary?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Vocabulary Score: A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/vocab.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on your multifarious vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be quite an erudite person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howsyourvocabularyquiz/"&gt;How's Your Vocabulary?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's better.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 0% Homophobic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouhomophobicquiz/gay.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're open minded, tolerant, and accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're not homophobic in the least :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhomophobicquiz/"&gt;Are You Homophobic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pswah yeah uhhuh! D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is NC-17 Rated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're mind is so filthy... you should should be washing every part of you out with soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your thoughts can go dirty, they do. Almost everything is NC-17 to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xDD I knew you were expecting that but sadly, I chose all the answers that I know will lead to that ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Mind is PG-13 Rated&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/dirty-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is definitely a little dirty. You're naughty, but not trashy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't shy away from a dirty joke, and you're clearly not a prude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveadirtymindquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Dirty Mind?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the real one~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-7624511471569905284?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7624511471569905284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=7624511471569905284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7624511471569905284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7624511471569905284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogthings.html' title='Blogthings'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8211969799929588771</id><published>2008-07-05T15:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:44.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SG8u96M8ShI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fUG-M09I4Nw/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SG8u96M8ShI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fUG-M09I4Nw/s320/twilightcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219442134276131346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okhay. I know it's an overrated book and I'm not usually one to follow a trend but hey, people are actually giving big credit to vampire stories. Honestly. Even those chick lit readers and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meg_Cabot"&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/a&gt; fans have fallen in love with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_(novel)"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;. I understand how they'll love Shopaholic but TWILIGHT!? Yes, I'm a small fan of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sophie_Kinsella"&gt;Sophie Kinsella&lt;/a&gt;. The way she writes inspires me. I cry a lot reading her books. Sad to say, my eyes only watered like.. twice reading Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing this 400+ page book in like.. one day? I've come to a conclusion that it's very corny ¬¬ I don't get why people are so into it. Such a fairytale starting with fairytale ending. It kinda made no sense how this nobody can become a somebody so quickly and also the way she responded when she found out the truth. I mean, logically, no matter how amazing this someone is, she'd at least have to be terrified and cower a little before getting over the fact and decide if she still wants him or move on. But &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephenie_Meyer"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt; made her seem so unaffected and jolly and still so playful as her reaction after she had been told. That kinda affected my interest to read her other book, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Host_(novel)"&gt;The Host&lt;/a&gt; in fear that it'll turn out to a corny mushy piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus that fact, the storyline was moving too fast. The rush in finishing the story was there. It was a bit draggy at first then the next moment, there's this tracker and Alice and I got lost half way. had to reread. Cause everything was from her opinion that it was kinda hard to tell. There wasn't a fighting scene. Everything that happened around her when she's unconscious or whatever was left behind and we all just have to pretend they fought as Mr Perfect Edward Cullen saved the day. I also didn't like so of their mushy speeches. Too surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a little bias to this book but you can't exactly blame me cause a lot of people seem to like it and I guess I had my expectations up too high. It's a nice and decent book. Not that bad but not that amazing either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SG8tIJBi1dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j92NyKTxuNg/s1600-h/twilight_movie_image_group_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SG8tIJBi1dI/AAAAAAAAAKc/j92NyKTxuNg/s400/twilight_movie_image_group_shot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219440111030293970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;a href="http://mae-mixedtape.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mae&lt;/a&gt; said the second book or sequel entitled &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt; was nicer than the first which she claimed was &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; when she lent it to me (At least someone agreed ;x). So I'll give it another try. For the sake of the movie. It's been soooooooo long since there's a vampire movie ♥ And they totally choose the right actress for Bella (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kristen_Stewart"&gt;Kristen Steward&lt;/a&gt;) but why did Harry Potter guy, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Pattinson"&gt;Robert Pattison&lt;/a&gt; have to be Edward? Totally spoiled the image 'cause of the influence from that children story. I'd imagined Edward hotter and more.. godlike as Meyer has put it. And yes, I purposely used that picture above cause he looked like a perfect actor for &lt;em&gt;The Hulk&lt;/em&gt; x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was busy reading this yesterday, that's why I didn't update xD But I'm not obsessed. Not even near addicted.. yet, hopefully. And now I feel bad for reading the book instead of watching Lytiel, babysittie yesterday. But she was too busy playing with Sky, her dog to bother with me anyway ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit. My dad just came home with my report card Dx Here comes the complains. You know he never says the good parts and keeps blabbing about what subjects I dropped in and yaada yaada. Even one mark also complain. And the subjects that I've improved in more that &lt;em&gt;NINE&lt;/em&gt; marks, he's like: "huh. at least got improved a little."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-swears profanities-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8211969799929588771?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8211969799929588771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8211969799929588771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8211969799929588771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8211969799929588771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SG8u96M8ShI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fUG-M09I4Nw/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8304220860528078566</id><published>2008-07-03T17:00:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:46.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chromotography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We did some weird filter paper thinga in Science Club today. We as in MV. If you were thinking &lt;em&gt;Music Video&lt;/em&gt; then huggs. We think alike. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paper_chromatography"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Paper chromatography is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Analytical chemistry" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analytical_chemistry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;analytical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt; technique for separating and identifying mixtures that are or can be colored, especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pigment" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pigment"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;pigments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;. This can also be used in secondary or primary schools in ink experiments. This method has been largely replaced by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Thin layer chromatography" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thin_layer_chromatography"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;thin layer chromatography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;, however it is still a powerful teaching tool. Two-way paper chromatography, also called two-dimensional chromatography, involves using two solvents and rotating the paper 90° in between. This is useful for separating complex mixtures of similar compounds, for example, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Amino acids" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amino_acids"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;amino acids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, you write stuff on a piece of filter paper with marker pen or whatever, and drop a few drops of alcohol on top of it. It'll smear and create some sort of effects. Like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGydyUL6vmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J0Nusy1O2h4/s1600-h/heart.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218719555953278562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGydyUL6vmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J0Nusy1O2h4/s320/heart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the ones we did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGybvSGkviI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6atKpWh1LUs/s1600-h/mv.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218717304831131170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGybvSGkviI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6atKpWh1LUs/s320/mv.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our signatures are pretty much unseen but whatever xD. Middle one done by Cez; right by Ozy and left by Sze Nee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGycP81KiFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8c_z-lzq0E8/s1600-h/suanncez.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218717866056648786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGycP81KiFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8c_z-lzq0E8/s320/suanncez.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su Ann's hot guys (she missed out her gate!) and Cez's tree-tall lover Josh Duhamel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyZWZ7DKoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6uJb2cwD_60/s1600-h/01.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218714678410291842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyZWZ7DKoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6uJb2cwD_60/s320/01.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivien, Jen Ching, Wai Lean, Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyaGgYNIxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JhA2B_Nl0Xg/s1600-h/ameszenee.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218715504776913682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyaGgYNIxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JhA2B_Nl0Xg/s320/ameszenee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sze Nee overpowering Amelia Ang by number xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGydCH3FwRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-dVIMMkVr6g/s1600-h/ozy.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218718728010973458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGydCH3FwRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-dVIMMkVr6g/s320/ozy.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyebgPZqNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t-V_E5yznS4/s1600-h/sulin.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218720263563749586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyebgPZqNI/AAAAAAAAAKE/t-V_E5yznS4/s320/sulin.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is retarded but whatever. Fun is fun~ weeee ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyjWGbTqVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lv1LMepWDsM/s1600-h/daniel5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218725668293159250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGyjWGbTqVI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Lv1LMepWDsM/s320/daniel5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;• PMR is in 101 more days.&lt;br /&gt;• Men should shave their underarms. &lt;strong&gt;Poll result&lt;/strong&gt;: 6-14. WHAT&lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;. I'LL JUST NEVER TOUCH YOUR DEODORANT EVER AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;• Skin, skin, Gackt has nice chest skin &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;• Ozy's facial expression = XD at all times.&lt;br /&gt;• Mamee Monster Snack is getting more and more cheapskate every year. So damn small!&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;a href="http://danieltan2u.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Tan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; = Hottest Malaysian guy alive.&lt;br /&gt;• Three Blue 'shits' on Ma'am Irene's head.&lt;br /&gt;• One Republic's &lt;em&gt;Stop and Stare&lt;/em&gt; should stop playing on the radio before I decide to hate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8304220860528078566?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8304220860528078566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8304220860528078566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8304220860528078566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8304220860528078566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/chromotography.html' title='Chromotography'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGydyUL6vmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J0Nusy1O2h4/s72-c/heart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-4298105770248541540</id><published>2008-07-02T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:20:47.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.11pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;wooo. Someone's missing me. hahalol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid believe. They say, more like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Witch_Yoo_Hee"&gt;Yoo-hee The Witch &lt;/a&gt;said if you see 11.11 on the clock, someone misses you. But if you see 4.44, someone's cursing you. Reasons why I don't look at the clock between 4.30 and 5 xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random info, I know xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-4298105770248541540?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4298105770248541540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=4298105770248541540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4298105770248541540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4298105770248541540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/1111pm.html' title='11.11pm'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-2673467169659216317</id><published>2008-07-02T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:46.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cure to Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGuVwZZ9xhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ez2rBS4P03Y/s1600-h/gackt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218429251924903442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGuVwZZ9xhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ez2rBS4P03Y/s320/gackt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[It's a bigger version! o:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best 30 minutes for my life since June. Seriously, my first good sleep, or nap in weeks. Just relax and think of nothing but how good &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.com/Gackt"&gt;Gackt&lt;/a&gt; sounds when he sings &lt;em&gt;Love Letter&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Last Song&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Saikay Story&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Orenji no Taiyou&lt;/em&gt;, etc. Feel nothing but the cool feeling of that aloe vera hydration mask on my face. I could practically see utopia in all of it's glory. [insert dramatic sigh here.] I swear, they should play Gackt songs in those massaging or beauty salons xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But okhay, today was a pretty emo day as well. Who could blame me with all that shit I keep involving myself in, willing and unwillingly. I've been trying to stay as invisble as possible today but that only made me look even emo-er. I don't know when I've become so afraid of involving myself with things.. oh right. I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; know when. Rolls eyes. But mission failed anyway. I figured I can't not indulge myself with the things going on around me. But I have to stop spacing out.. I think I'm scaring some people. And pissing off some others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt the need to be distracted so badly. I can't stay alone for more than 10 minutes or I'll start thinking bout shit and tears would automatically roll down my cheeks. And that really scares me. I don't know why I'm so affected by their shit and it makes me feel weak that I do. Needing distraction makes me feel like I'm running away and I don't want that. I don't &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll make things clear. I won't delete any of my posts even if it kills my reputation. It's my blog. I have the right to write as much as you have the right to read. So if you don't wanna know what circulates in my mind, why bother coming here? Free graphic? Piss off. Sidenote, people should totally update their blogs more often Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/alienpoo"&gt;Avienne&lt;/a&gt; asked me a prety good question today. Why do I tend to bitch online and act as if everything is alright in school? Because I personally think that if someone wants to know what I think, they'll ask. I don't want to make a move I'll regret. And if it makes things any clearer, I don't trust the ties of my relationship with others much. It's like something so fragile, it might break when the wind blows. Feels like it's standing on the pointed tip of a pole. I didn't mind smiling and clowning around last time so it probably won't hurt to try to be what I used to be. I just have to get my head up right before stopping all this false facade nonsense. But you know, there are just somethings that I don't wanna share. Somethings that I'd like kept hidden. Everyone has their own secrets :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below was how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School&lt;/strong&gt; - Mood swing to the max..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gurney&lt;/strong&gt; - Choir Senior Farewell. I made my special delicacy, Egg on Beef BBQ xD I was pretty full even though I didn't even manage to eat 3/4 of the food I cooked. Especially since someone couldn't cook their own -looks at &lt;a href="http://benilarocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nab&lt;/a&gt;- loll. During dessert, &lt;a href="http://herecomesshazz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt; and Fione had this ice-cream war. Sharon won by eating like.. 6 bowls of ice-cream? Then she had to race to the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pragin Mall&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Someone&lt;/em&gt; forgot to look at the time and totally left me alone in Gurney. And I was pretty sure I smelt like BBQ then. Oh well. Better than some sickeningly thick perfumes some people put.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuition&lt;/strong&gt; - Had to rush there like.. right after I bathe? Was so tired I couldn't even process what SK Ong was saying. And he just had to call me. Thank God &lt;a href="http://www.chi3nming.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chien Ming&lt;/a&gt; was distracting his attention alot cause he keeps yapping nonsense and.. painted his fingernails pink. Huhh. He said something about seni but.. yeah cough uhhuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Home at last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I'm sorry &lt;a href="http://darnitshappeningagain.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; D: I shouldn't have said that lie about you. I guess I got affected by all the things I've been told. But even if you've changed, I still love you. -huggs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, actually, there's one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs I never wish to listen to ever again:&lt;br /&gt;• Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis&lt;br /&gt;• Low - Flo'rida&lt;br /&gt;• Crank It - Shoulja Boy&lt;br /&gt;• Touch My Body - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;• No Air - Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;• Any/All Jonas Brother, Jesse McCartney, Simple Plan, Miley Cyrus and other overrated songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-2673467169659216317?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2673467169659216317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=2673467169659216317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2673467169659216317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2673467169659216317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-cure-to-stress.html' title='My Cure to Stress'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGuVwZZ9xhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ez2rBS4P03Y/s72-c/gackt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5037816749538995358</id><published>2008-07-01T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Went blog surfing.. So much lols. Srsly. It's like.. seeing so many types of different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post about it someday. Along with my complains about &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wanted_(2008_film)"&gt;Wanted&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hancock_(film)"&gt;Hancock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (what kind of disturbing name is that?). But now too busy watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desperate_Housewives"&gt;Desperate Housewives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGpJmq18IfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OU7g-XIurOU/s1600-h/dh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGpJmq18IfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OU7g-XIurOU/s320/dh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218064046946525682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-5037816749538995358?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5037816749538995358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=5037816749538995358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5037816749538995358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5037816749538995358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloggers.html' title='Bloggers'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGpJmq18IfI/AAAAAAAAAI8/OU7g-XIurOU/s72-c/dh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-982811492959804668</id><published>2008-07-01T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:02:43.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop misusing my good intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This post contains a lot of swears. Do not read for safety reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking annoyed today. Sometimes, I really wonder if some people can be counted as friends? Where's the part where they go "Let me help you" or "Do you need help?" or just a fucking friendly gesture would do. But nooo. Some "friends" are just so fucking selfish they, especially &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; one can't be arsed to share a single shitty information that need no sweat to do. I mean, it's not like I didn't offer help. So they started before me. But hey, they only started arranging the stuff. Then one of the wires were wrong. I pointed it out. and one little bitch decided to block my way and pretend I never existed. Seriously. That's a FRIEND? A fucking FRIEND? So she can use me and talk to me whenever she needs me but I can't join her when we're doing some fucking work? I don't mean to point fingers, girl but you need to realise that I wasn't wrong because you can just say something. But you don't exactly have much of a say because you also copy people's answers at times. But you shouldn't have fucking treat people as air. We're not your fucking doormat. And if I'm that much of a bother to you, say it. It's not like I slave for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this wasn't what annoyed me most. It's that either she noticed she was wrong and couldn't be arsed to apologize or she's just being plain ignorant. Sad to say I haven't been in very good moods lately but I never am anyway. It just happened to be worse today 'cause there's so much shit in my head and I haven't received a call from satan himself. I want my fucking money back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's because she totally ignored me after that. WHAT FUCKING WRONG DID I DO!? HUHH?! TELL ME. You were the bitch. What right did you have to hate me? Hate's too strong so I'll use ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. She's all nice one second and a bitch the next. Like she has double personalities or something, two-faced. Or maybe she's just being nice cause our parents know each other. But if this is the kind of attitude I'm going to receive from her then that's it. No more Mr.. err, Ms-Nice-Girl. These kind of half assed friends in my one-sided friendship aren't worth my breath. If she doesn't apologise, no way in hell am I forgiving her. I know friends forgive and forget and don't hold grudges. But she doesn't treat me like one so why should I? But I won't treat her like shit or air like she does to me.. I'm just not that kind of person. I'll just treat her.. less special. More to a classmate than a friend. Get it? No? Whateverrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that one other son of a bitch. He fucking knows the taboo of dating someone else's ex-girlfriend (did they even officially break up?) but just can't keep his fucking hands in his own pants. Fucking scream. She's just using you. USING YOU. GET THAT STICK OUT OF YOUR ASS AND FACE REALITY. If you get cornered, just fyi, nobody's gonna save your ass 'cause it's your own lack of anything up there that made you such a stubborn prick and not listen to what's fucking good for you. But hey, can't say we didn't try. Though I'm a little disappointed you would dismiss what we told you so easily. But it's your life. I won't be a mom. Do what you shitty like but when you do come back, I hope it'll give you a fucking stab in the ego. But you can still come back to us. If you don't mind the cold shoulders for a couple of weeks. It's not too late to stop your actions sebelum nasi menjadi bubur. So, your choice. I don't give a fucking shit anymore, khay? People are telling me I care too much so I shouldn't. And I wouldn't. Specially about someone who treats my two sense like trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-breaths in deeply-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okhay, I'm done. So I was exaggerating a little bit but hella, that felt a whole lot better! But thanks to good ol' counselor wanna-be jay. I would've exploded and jumped down Komtar if you weren't there.. though I feel kinda bad &lt;s&gt;(not really)&lt;/s&gt; for asking you to come out during working hours again Dx -huggaglomp-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and my eyebags hurt really bad right now.. Too much crying is terrible for dehydrated skin. Feels like it's gonna rip apart anytime soon =___=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this chance to thank everyone that has viewed my blog xD I'm too lazy to get a sitemeter.. and a music player.. and a blogger link list.. and omg. I'm such a phailure ;__;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-982811492959804668?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/982811492959804668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=982811492959804668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/982811492959804668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/982811492959804668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/07/hao-xin-mei-hao-bao.html' title='Stop misusing my good intentions'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-2474847932204603808</id><published>2008-06-30T17:42:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:32:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;..that you probably know about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. I like eggs (sorry, couldn't resist xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;02. I like grapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I like Japanese music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;04. I like anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. I like a lot of things, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;06. I dislike personal sites like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. I am a computer geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;08. I write stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. I cry easily, especially when watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;10. I dislike being a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...that you probably didn't know about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;01. I have a pretty high tolerance against alcoholic drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;02. I haven't lost any weight so stop flattering me about looking thinner D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I can be a total neatfreak in one moment and a total slob in the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;04. I have only one pink shirt in my whole closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;05. I like Shirota Yuu more than Gackt -hides in a corner-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;06. I feel bad when I block someone despite how annoying that person could be especially when knowing that person &lt;s&gt;likes&lt;/s&gt; is very nice to me.. So I resort to appearing offline or just good ol' sign out. Sides, save me the time of explaining if he asks one of my friends if I was online :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;07. I can't tell the difference between understanding subtle hints and paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;08. I love myself more each time I cut myself :] lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. I think that those who want to date at such an early age should be prepared for break-ups before they think about being together. Those who think that &lt;em&gt;True Love Lasts Forever&lt;/em&gt; are just being naive or "blinded by love". I honestly think that losing a close friend is harder than losing a lover and if one wants to mantain their relationship with someone, they should just remain as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;10. I think it's wrong to chase after a girl who dumped you. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;...I wish you knew about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 - 10. I love you lots :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I wish you never knew about me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;01. My name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;02. My age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. My school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;04. My address.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. My thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;06. My face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;07. My voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;08. My contact details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. My results and position in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;10. My school website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke xD 'cept number 9 and 10.. guhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I'm that bored. Shut up. I fawhking hate reading Sejarah.. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: The fillers in the manga version of Bleach has finally.. I repeat, &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; ended. -throws confetti- Or not. Nothing happened :/ pahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-2474847932204603808?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2474847932204603808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=2474847932204603808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2474847932204603808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2474847932204603808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-things.html' title='10 Things'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-173862305505399365</id><published>2008-06-30T15:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T17:30:36.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su Lin's Refence Book - Second Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dictionary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedonkey&lt;/strong&gt; [v]&lt;br /&gt;Your &lt;s&gt;ass/arse&lt;/s&gt; I mean, your be-hind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bullify&lt;/strong&gt; [n]&lt;br /&gt;When someone is being picked on via words. &lt;em&gt;She, the bullifie crossed her arms and pouted as she was bullified her classmates, the bullifiers.&lt;/em&gt; Also look at &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/bully"&gt;Bullied&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chyeah&lt;/strong&gt; [n]&lt;br /&gt;Means yeah but in a more.. chigga way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chigga&lt;/strong&gt; [v]&lt;br /&gt;A chinese person who.. See how they call black people nigger and white people faggot? So Chigga is.. yeah. Get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defriend&lt;/strong&gt; [n]&lt;br /&gt;Cut ties &lt;s&gt;and all the lies &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(stupid lyrics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; with a friend. &lt;em&gt;The 6 year old defriended his classmate because the latter threw a worm down his pants.&lt;/em&gt; Antonym: &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/befriend"&gt;Befriend&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Niggotx//Faggerx&lt;/strong&gt; [v]&lt;br /&gt;Nigger + Faggot or vice versa. Double the effect. The extra X is for the extra sex~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Newbie &lt;/strong&gt;[v]&lt;br /&gt;Someone new to something/somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Noob&lt;/strong&gt; [v]&lt;br /&gt;A litteral idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Otaku&lt;/strong&gt; [v]&lt;br /&gt;A person very knowledgable in something but is usually used for an Anime Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wapanese/Japenis&lt;/strong&gt; [v]&lt;br /&gt;A certain someone, usually a noob, who speaks in English but use certain words in Japanese, such as desu, ne, etc; to prove their otaku-ness. &lt;em&gt;That stupid wapanese was like "Konichiwa! I am baka-head desu. Nice to meet omae wa. Yoroshiku onegaishimasu."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Acronym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(All the shortform swears have been removed by Parental Advisor Control)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afk&lt;/strong&gt; :: Away from keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bb&lt;/strong&gt; :: Baby/babe &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not byebye &gt;_&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brb&lt;/strong&gt; :: Be right back &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(whoever that doesn't know this.., is an idiot; period)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cba&lt;/strong&gt; :: Can't be arsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ikr&lt;/strong&gt; :: I know right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;idly&lt;/strong&gt; :: I don't like/love you, in other words, ih8y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lol&lt;/strong&gt; :: Laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pp&lt;/strong&gt; :: Punctuation please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nrn&lt;/strong&gt; :: Not right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rotfflmfao&lt;/strong&gt; :: Rolling on the &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; floor laughing my &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tmi&lt;/strong&gt; :: Too much information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ttyl&lt;/strong&gt; :: Talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wtf&lt;/strong&gt; :: What the &lt;s&gt;fuck&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; This will be updated when I get more info from Cezanne, my Managing Director who takes note of every wrong word I use Dx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think I've gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not as insane as those two weirdos wrestling on the pavement in front of CGL just now. They recieved a weird look (shot an eyebrow up) from me and the one guy seemed to have noticed and quickly pushed his friend away, wiped his hands on his pants and flashed me a look before telling something to his friend who turned back to give me a quick glance. Guess they could tell what I was thinking cause flashed me an embarrassed smile ~ woo xD And of course, I returned a smile of my own.. or smirk ;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-173862305505399365?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/173862305505399365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=173862305505399365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/173862305505399365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/173862305505399365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/su-lins-refence-book-second-edition.html' title='Su Lin&apos;s Refence Book - Second Edition'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-1122380239507547364</id><published>2008-06-29T13:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:47.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butchering Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Was so bored today so I decided to do Ozy's header while listening to David Cook's &lt;em&gt;Time of My Life&lt;/em&gt;. But turns out she couldn't come online today.. Waste my energy only.. But this was how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcarbnoYNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cWAnOe1Y8Dg/s1600-h/ozyblogbanner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcarbnoYNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cWAnOe1Y8Dg/s400/ozyblogbanner.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217168026782687442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So flashy, no? xP And uh, if you're reading this, you can save it and put it in your blog, yeah? But if you don't like it then tell me and I'll see what I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I said, she wasn't on so I was stuck being bored again cause I took like 15 minutes to do that &gt;_&gt;; It was only two pictures merged! So I did another one to replace my header :D ..cept it looks all emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcbzNgEp2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z0II7agJ9Go/s1600-h/angelsheader.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcbzNgEp2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Z0II7agJ9Go/s400/angelsheader.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217169259943470946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean? But it was good graphic :/ Looks somewhat like a +18SG movie poster. In my opinion anyway. And of course, credits to the deviantart users like zemotion and others. No plagiarism please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Avienne, I need pics and details for your header, man &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. While picture hunting, I found two pictures that really caught my attention. Though I'm a little unsatisfied that I forgot to take note of the user who took the first photo. The doll was taken by &lt;a href="http://hiritai.deviantart.com/"&gt;hiritai&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGciWvLIflI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zlC-jECGMsE/s1600-h/walk+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGciWvLIflI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zlC-jECGMsE/s320/walk+away.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217176467347635794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcigrmt6AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wB6xVCQ1B-E/s1600-h/Not_Cullen__by_hiritai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcigrmt6AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/wB6xVCQ1B-E/s320/Not_Cullen__by_hiritai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217176638188283906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-1122380239507547364?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1122380239507547364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=1122380239507547364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1122380239507547364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1122380239507547364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/butchering-boredom.html' title='Butchering Boredom'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGcarbnoYNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/cWAnOe1Y8Dg/s72-c/ozyblogbanner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-7019611730458358090</id><published>2008-06-28T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGXz2iP3CNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P2y-J-8dYAM/s1600-h/Number8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216843861610399954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGXz2iP3CNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P2y-J-8dYAM/s400/Number8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okhay. This is getting scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time posted: 4.0&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date today: June 2&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;, 200&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky draw prize during Green Day: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of blueblacks: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Clorets left: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of windows open: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of post-it-notes left: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of pages of homework left: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Watching Brown Sugar Macchiato Episode: &lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHTEIghT8eight88ht8eig8th8888.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-runs around screaming like a possessed idiot-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okhay, okhay, I'm done xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excessive sugar in my blood can do lots~♥`&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-7019611730458358090?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/7019611730458358090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=7019611730458358090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7019611730458358090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/7019611730458358090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/lucky-number-8.html' title='Lucky Number 8'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGXz2iP3CNI/AAAAAAAAAGU/P2y-J-8dYAM/s72-c/Number8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-2831787552804666840</id><published>2008-06-28T15:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:48.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just got reminded. Image Google: Su Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGX34j34FVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kmCLxxfae1Y/s1600-h/panda.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGX34j34FVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kmCLxxfae1Y/s400/panda.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216848294452925778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt; did my parents name me after a panda? Not just one panda but TWO &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Su-Lin"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/27/Ruthharknesspanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/27/Ruthharknesspanda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su-Lin (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: 蘇琳 &lt;-- &lt;em&gt;only the Lin is the same&lt;/em&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pinyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: Sūlín) was the name given to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giant panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; cub captured in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1936&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and brought to America by the explorer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ruth Harkness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruth_Harkness"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ruth Harkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Su-Lin, 9 weeks old at the time of his capture, was named after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Su-Lin Young" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Su-Lin_Young"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Su-Lin Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, the sister-in-law of Harkness's expedition partner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Quentin Young (explorer) (page does not exist)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Quentin_Young_%28explorer%29&amp;amp;action=edit&amp;amp;redlink=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quentin Young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(Harkness and Young were unaware that the baby panda was, in fact, a &lt;strong&gt;male &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;-- &lt;em&gt;screw you&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Harkness returned to America with the bottle-fed cub, and Su-Lin became the first live panda to come to the United States. &lt;em&gt;blahblah from China.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/articles/s/u/_/Su_Lin_e9b9.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/images/local/thumb/3/3a/Su_Lin_giant_panda_bear_cub_at_the_San_Diego_Zoo.jpg/800px-Su_Lin_giant_panda_bear_cub_at_the_San_Diego_Zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/images/local/thumb/3/3a/Su_Lin_giant_panda_bear_cub_at_the_San_Diego_Zoo.jpg/800px-Su_Lin_giant_panda_bear_cub_at_the_San_Diego_Zoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Lin is a female &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;giant panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; born at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;San Diego Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; on August 2, 2005. Her name — one of five options in an online poll — means "a little bit of something very cute" in Chinese &lt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Su Lin is the third cub born to her mother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bai Yun" href="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/articles/b/a/i/Bai_Yun_6781.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bai Yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;, and the second to her sire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Gao Gao" href="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/articles/g/a/o/Gao_Gao_bc91.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gao Gao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;. Like her older brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mei Sheng" href="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/articles/m/e/i/Mei_Sheng_a305.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mei Sheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; and younger sister &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Zhen Zhen" href="http://static.wikipedia.org/new/wikipedia/en/articles/z/h/e/Zhen_Zhen_77a0.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Zhen Zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, she was conceived via natural mating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. At least I don't have the name of pornstars~cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I was thinking.. Maybe I should open a layout request shop. For blogs, sites and whatever. And of course it's&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; F.O.C. x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-2831787552804666840?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2831787552804666840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=2831787552804666840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2831787552804666840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2831787552804666840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/panda.html' title='Panda'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGX34j34FVI/AAAAAAAAAGk/kmCLxxfae1Y/s72-c/panda.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-1009621066281345025</id><published>2008-06-27T20:05:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:48.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break a leg.. Literally.</title><content type='html'>MY LEGS.. no, FEET HURT! &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; did I agree to go shopping after the stupid &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green Run&lt;/span&gt;? It's like adding salt on an open woundddd. Oh for the love of Godd, why didn't it rain?! When it should rain, it doesn't. When it shouldn't, it does. Mother $^%*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was kinda fun I guess. Even though I've been friends with her for years, I've never been out with Cez alone before :D There's a first for everything~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, that's not the point. The point is, MY FEET ARE FUCKING KILLING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was running, it didn't hurt at all.. maybe it was numb by the burning sensation given off when I sprinted the first uhh.. 5 seconds? xD (Hey! I didn't get last, khay!) But I could literally hear the sound of my heart pumping in my ears. It was so loud and steady. Especially when going up the hill. I nearly fell when running down it cause I couldn't stop my own feet. But I didn't so hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could still walk and everything after that. I couldn't bear to sit down too long cause I know my legs will just die on me and I'll never be able to stand again &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the lucky draw! I won the 8th prize! woo! NOT. I won back my scientific calculator. The exact one that I'm using right now &gt;__&lt; !! But I never expected that I would win anything so.. whatever la. When the teacher call me, I was technically asleep. Then I heard Shu Lyn shout: "there's two shu/su lins!" Then I snapped my attention to Puan Annie who was the uhh.. juruacara. Did my English just died? AHHH. Don't care anymore. But on the sidenote, I LOOK LIKE AVIENNE IN THIS PICTURE! OMGGG. TELL ME I'M JUST SEEING THINGS! NOT ANOTHER TWIN!! DDx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Picture deleted 'cause &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; was being a culo ¬¬]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me how insensitive can men be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wannaberockguitarist.blogspot.com/"&gt;kYean&lt;/a&gt; says:&lt;br /&gt;are u fat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEIGH &lt;strong&gt;800kg&lt;/strong&gt; MAN! wooo!! I'll post down a pic of my fats but people are gonna say stuff about me being &lt;em&gt;hiao&lt;/em&gt; so.. huhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGTgULEBwGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e8OlsvGNha4/s1600-h/19-06-08_2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216540905573564514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGTgULEBwGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e8OlsvGNha4/s320/19-06-08_2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just love the light effect of this picture. Makes it look as if I have never seen light in years -cough- And ignore the messy hair. You know I had to cut off like.. THIS much hair? I MISS MY LONG FRINGEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGTgZkFw8OI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TY0YQe9pJWc/s1600-h/04-06-08_1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216540998191083746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGTgZkFw8OI/AAAAAAAAAGM/TY0YQe9pJWc/s320/04-06-08_1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's my blueblack! THREE OF THEM! All on my left leg. One is like.. hideously huge as in 2 inches in diameter and yellow and greenish. GUHH. I don't even know how I got it. I just woke up and BAM! Blueblack on my calf ¬¬ But I'm too lazy to take a picture right now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-1009621066281345025?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1009621066281345025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=1009621066281345025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1009621066281345025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1009621066281345025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/break-leg-literally.html' title='Break a leg.. Literally.'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGTgULEBwGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e8OlsvGNha4/s72-c/19-06-08_2037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8623240292270229941</id><published>2008-06-26T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:56:36.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Run 27/6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Or &lt;em&gt;Merentas Desa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[insert all the &lt;s&gt;vulgar&lt;/s&gt; not-so-benevolent words you can think of]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I should post some pictures of us looking all exhausted and tired out :D In fact, I just &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt;! Can already imagine everyone's face going red and panting like a mad cow and sweating like a buffalo under the blazing hot&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; sun&lt;/span&gt;. yay yay yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now &lt;em&gt;where&lt;/em&gt; did my battery charger go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8623240292270229941?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8623240292270229941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8623240292270229941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8623240292270229941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8623240292270229941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/green-run-276.html' title='Green Run 27/6'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-1394087502833658461</id><published>2008-06-26T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:49.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discrimination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My mom is so annoying. She's not exactly the thinnest person on Earth but there she goes, yapping about who's fat and whatnot. So what if someone is overweight? Not all pretty people have to be in only skin and bones. We have every right to eat whatever and however much we want as long as we can afford it &gt;_&gt; And manlier women aren't gender-confused. They're just being who they originally are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody should force a false facade on themselves for the sake of someone else or what they think. If anyone says you can never be selfish, then screw them. Your personality and individuality is your own and you can be selfish about it all you want (as long as it doesn't harm others.. cough).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be a tomboy, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be gay, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be all &lt;em&gt;hiao&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;lala&lt;/em&gt;, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be an&lt;em&gt; ah pek&lt;/em&gt;, no problem.&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be an emo poser, also none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't drag me down with you. I like being 50-50 of everything. Neutral :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just don't like it when people discriminate others of how they look/act. It's so annoying. I mean, it's not like they're perfect or some shit. And what &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; perfect? Perfection is different from everyone's point of view so shut up and accept other's point of views like how they'll accept yours 'cause they have thiers and you have yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okhay, I'm done. And I love my mom. I was saying all in general, not purposely aiming at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we sang the &lt;em&gt;ABC&lt;/em&gt;-- I mean, &lt;em&gt;Alphabet Song&lt;/em&gt; today. yayy! We went back to preschool! loll. I like Ma'am Irene and everything but she's getting a little bit.. uhh, that when she teaches us. She treats us like pre-schoolers and.. But we're actually learning stuff so I'm not really complaining. Though everyone seems to send some sort of antipathy feeling towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Doesn't concern me. As long as I don't fail English (is it even &lt;em&gt;possible&lt;/em&gt; to fail English?), I'm khay-o-khay with it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to choose between studying or watching &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Brown_Sugar_Macchiato"&gt;Brown Sugar Macchiato&lt;/a&gt;.. ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I forgot to introduce the show! (Maybe it's cause the show had a really terrible rating but who cares! It's probably due to the lack of sense and the story is moving too fast.) I can't be arsed now though. All you need to know is that they're hotter than &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fahrenheit_(Taiwanese_band)"&gt;Fahrenheit&lt;/a&gt;(Fei Lun Hai) and/or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/183_Club"&gt;183Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdimg3.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/05192008/5/5/7/5/55751de1665dc0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://cdimg3.crunchyroll.com/i/spire1/05192008/5/5/7/5/55751de1665dc0_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hottest guy goes to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGNghZXqZ8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mSu9zl5UgFU/s1600-h/wang+zhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGNghZXqZ8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mSu9zl5UgFU/s400/wang+zhi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216118920287250370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wang Zi! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still not good enough to be on my fanlist :[ so sadd. But seriously la. I've only watched one show in which he starred in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-1394087502833658461?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1394087502833658461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=1394087502833658461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1394087502833658461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1394087502833658461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/discrimination.html' title='Discrimination'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGNghZXqZ8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/mSu9zl5UgFU/s72-c/wang+zhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-3713686747819730595</id><published>2008-06-25T15:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:01:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Out-of-the-Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been reading &lt;a href="http://www.junk-mag.com/"&gt;Junk&lt;/a&gt; a lot lately and found a lot of intersting.. well, junk xD It's more towards music celebrities than movies which is all good for me cause I'm more of listening than watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there're so many &lt;em&gt;genre of music&lt;/em&gt; that I never knew existed x] Like this one song, &lt;em&gt;Comic Shop&lt;/em&gt; by and Australian band, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tripod_(band)"&gt;Tripod&lt;/a&gt;. It's HILARIOUS! The vocal ain't that good but the lyrics and the dude's espressions are a work of art loll. They consist of three geeky guys singing about video games, technology, and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh3qt9jhAW0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xh3qt9jhAW0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metal_Skool"&gt;Steel Panther&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;Metal Skool&lt;/em&gt; which is a type of comedy sorta &lt;em&gt;glam&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;metal parody&lt;/em&gt; band. Oh God they're so awhsum. Good vocal, good song and.. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelly_Clarkson"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/a&gt; (who was drunk and so not herself) went for the concert!! Along with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_Key"&gt;Ryan Key&lt;/a&gt;, the vocalist of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yellowcard"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/a&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNS6VWyskrw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SNS6VWyskrw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm drugged. And Madonna has a flabby fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ass, my stupid teacher is so bloody bias. She refused to mark my book because I had bad handwritting.. &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; my writting has been the same since what? I was taught how to write? She's currently just hatin' me cause I quit choir. But I wouldn't have quit if she would get that stick out of her ass and listen to what I have to say for once. She thinks she's always right. So fucking immature. What is up with her head? Her brain, I mean (or lack of) but her hair is pretty screwed up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does she hate me? 'Cause she thinks I've been telling lies about why I couldn't go for the Choralffest which I don't get why she's making such a big deal out of it. I was at KL. I told her I would only return after the concert which was on Monday. But I returned early (on Sunday morning) to go for someone's funeral. So I was too tired to go for the concert that night. Then I went for the practice on Tuesday. Dude. They let me try a solo on a song I've sang less than 4 times before. Like wtf? So, whatever la. Cincai sing. Then the next day I kena sorethroat so I couldn't go. Because of not being able to attend the practices, there is no way I can sing that song so I didn't mind not going for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she became all anti-me. Like ignoring me and stuff. SO IMMATUREEEEE. WHAT KIND OF TEACHER IS THISSS. SHE'S PRACTICALLY 45 YEARS OLDDD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, I was gonna quit next year anyway. Can't stand the two of them. Always asking us out of class despite the importance of the class at hand. I focus more on academics than singing, thank you very much. And that attitude of hers. I don't understand why I should spend two extra hours of my time standing it. I have enough of her just in class. But now I still have to suck up to her 'cause there's this thing called coursework marks and if she's ignorant enough to give me a zero out of twenty, I will fail moral. Then next year, will fail Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Opperation Teacher's Ass-Kisser, start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-3713686747819730595?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3713686747819730595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=3713686747819730595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3713686747819730595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3713686747819730595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/music-out-of-box.html' title='Music Out-of-the-Box'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-2685548497654294734</id><published>2008-06-24T16:54:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:49.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215382940709520978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGDDJvyfhlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QdWdHtLgF1E/s400/stiker_friendster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; is created by the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; is an Internet &lt;a title="Social network service" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Social_network_service"&gt;social network service&lt;/a&gt;. The Friendster site was founded in &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Mountain View, Santa Clara County, California" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mountain_View%2C_Santa_Clara_County%2C_California"&gt;Mountain View, California&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt; by Jonathan Abrams in March 2002 and is privately owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; is based on the &lt;a title="Circle of Friends (social network)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circle_of_Friends_%28social_network%29"&gt;Circle of Friends&lt;/a&gt; and Web of Friends techniques for networking individuals in virtual communities and demonstrates the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Small world phenomenon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Small_world_phenomenon"&gt;small world phenomenon&lt;/a&gt;. It currently has more than 70 million members worldwide and is mostly used in &lt;a title="Asia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; is bombarded by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• girl lala's [&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/64152363"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] [&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/43385534"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] [&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=31099630&amp;amp;a=0"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] [&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=56373425&amp;amp;a=0"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aiya. too many d la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• boy lala's [&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/bboynicky"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] [&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/63763081/1/269192559"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is he naked? wtf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• glitters [&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/43727300"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Warning! The profile pic is really scary! x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• emo posers [&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=28713308&amp;amp;a=720543759"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this guy seriously lost his mind. Emo with hearts? ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• premature &lt;s&gt;sluts&lt;/s&gt; [&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/69979943/1/397213073"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;• porn [&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/33147296"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;• porn [&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/16144196"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;• and more porn. [click.. or not. this one too hardcore liau.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a controversy people. It's not cute. It's not cool. It's not earning you any brownie points. And it's definately not putting you on a higher price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink, heart shapes and "&lt;em&gt;baby angel&lt;/em&gt;" is overrated. Shiny things are eye raping. Cheap and loose is not sexy. "&lt;em&gt;I listen to Linkin Park and cut myself&lt;/em&gt;" was never the &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; thing. Emo is just a genre of music. Gothic is a character plastered for boybands with too much make-up, which they wear for the sake of image and publisity in terms of their genre of music. &lt;em&gt;Shuffling&lt;/em&gt; is not breakdancing. It's just half a moonwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're offended then just look at this post again. Does it tell you I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no personal grudge against the examples used. Just.. examples. If it's you then.. well, yeah. Blame my cursor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while you're at it, please see how retarded people can be when they've been sucked into the virtual &lt;em&gt;Friendster World&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMcyXP20_2s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMcyXP20_2s&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand a shit she's singing but y'know.. good guitar skills? .__.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing.. If you can't draw your favourite idol.. don't.. just don't. 'Cause look at poor little Gita Gutawa on some dude's friendster page xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGDwX99TVkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KsGARzuFIwg/s1600-h/gita+gutawa+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGDwX99TVkI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KsGARzuFIwg/s400/gita+gutawa+drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215432663054374466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was originally this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGD_rjn5a0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/RXbeaRdAA4I/s1600-h/gita+gutawa+drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGD_rjn5a0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/RXbeaRdAA4I/s400/gita+gutawa+drawing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215449492257073986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made my own out of spite. If you didn't know, I never really liked Gita Gutawa.. Ever since she sang that ear bleeding song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JbKZRqBRoGs"&gt;Sempurna&lt;/a&gt;. I won't post it here 'cause it might cause another Cynthia Pang case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGDxUHwAKeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9_DgWgR-bx4/s1600-h/gita+gutawa.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGDxUHwAKeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/9_DgWgR-bx4/s400/gita+gutawa.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215433696475097570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-2685548497654294734?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/2685548497654294734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=2685548497654294734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2685548497654294734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/2685548497654294734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/friendster.html' title='Friendster'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SGDDJvyfhlI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QdWdHtLgF1E/s72-c/stiker_friendster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-5326642970964221331</id><published>2008-06-24T11:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:50:02.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The whole first 4 periods, we were under 3 different--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alienpoo"&gt;Avienne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; says hi to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were under two different trainee teachers and one retired teacher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;who was&lt;/span&gt; pretty fun. In all honesty, minus the Indian teacher what's here name, the other teachers were really fun.. kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with the Australian teacher with PE lesson (no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Puan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Leong&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!) Like &lt;a href="http://thecrazyshrink.wordpress.com"&gt;Carmen&lt;/a&gt; said, we had more exercise this morning than we did in two years time. The Green Run doesn't count ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our new English teacher who retired, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Puan&lt;/span&gt;-- I mean, &lt;em&gt;Ma'am&lt;/em&gt; Irene. She's fun. More exciting than any other teacher in this school anyway. Especially the one with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fiveee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;longgg&lt;/span&gt; minutes. Yes, you may roll your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ma'am Irene is a little bit.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;uhh&lt;/span&gt;.. odd? But still fun! She uses good English. Which is the most important thing. I don't exactly enjoy talking to people who speak like Primary kids; no offence. And she's all about teaching Phonetics as for now.. all the dictionary crap and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;guhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, now I have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;photostat and laminate the stupid thing for the majority of class. Blame me and my &lt;em&gt;kindheartedness&lt;/em&gt;. Actually it was only me.. and &lt;a href="http://lynnstercrappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ozy&lt;/a&gt;.. then Wai Lean.. then Su Ann.. then.. EVERYONE ELSE WTFF &gt;__&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Out of topic but I have to say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;One. Just because I think that one guy has a hot voice when he speaks Malay doesn't mean I have a crush on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Two. I don't like LKY. Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Three. I don't need to be sengek to grab your boobs, Avienne.. who BIT MY EAR! and made a long scratch on my hand!! WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chyeah. Byeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-5326642970964221331?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/5326642970964221331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=5326642970964221331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5326642970964221331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/5326642970964221331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/temporary-teachers.html' title='Temporary Teachers'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-3521827485537755565</id><published>2008-06-23T18:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:50.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-proclaimed Cyber-School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lets all minus the fact that I didn't know that my school had a website until the beginning of this year and move along with where &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; this said website? I googled and googled and googled. &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;! How lame can this get! Although there's probably &lt;em&gt;nothing &lt;/em&gt;in it but at least it's &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;! I mean, almost every school has it's own page on wikipedia.. except MGS! And &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; also. No matter what you search, surely got results. Search &lt;em&gt;MGS Penang&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;Methodist Girls' School Penang&lt;/em&gt;, you get absolutely nothing; or maybe you'll get MGS church or MGS Singapore. Where got such thing waaaann &gt;__&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; computer rooms in MGS, plus the Cyber Lab. The internet doesn't always work (and it's super snail but better than last year..) but at least it can function enough to manage a working and &lt;strong&gt;visible&lt;/strong&gt; website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert blood shrilling scream here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn oh-so-very disappointed right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, if you happen to find/know the link, inform me khay x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF-HOvEr9xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bC4CTSVlxE0/s1600-h/1biru.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215035580742366994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF-HOvEr9xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bC4CTSVlxE0/s400/1biru.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sole picture of the school ground. 2006. Get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings back so much memory that it's scary loll. I can't be arsed to blurrify our faces so if there are no complains, I won't bother ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-3521827485537755565?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/3521827485537755565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=3521827485537755565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3521827485537755565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/3521827485537755565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-proclaimed-cyber-school.html' title='Self-proclaimed Cyber-School'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF-HOvEr9xI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bC4CTSVlxE0/s72-c/1biru.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-1890488668984277754</id><published>2008-06-23T15:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:50.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession is Healthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I can't stop touching my Kumo-chan. It's so.. touchable. And stop drifting to your corrupted imaginary land. Kumo-chan = My sexy turtle. Or tortoise. I think it's a tortoise 'cause it has stumpier feet and not flaps. But the manual says it's a turtle. That or I just failed Japanese~ weee; not new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF9S-EJv9dI/AAAAAAAAAE8/L408lkrGJWQ/s1600-h/turtle.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214978119738324434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF9S-EJv9dI/AAAAAAAAAE8/L408lkrGJWQ/s320/turtle.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naturephoto-cz.com/photos/sevcik/leopard-tortoise--geochelone-pardalis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.naturephoto-cz.com/photos/sevcik/leopard-tortoise--geochelone-pardalis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the difference!! Yuhoo! I mean, for all you know, turtles can look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/2007-05/soft-shelled-turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Soft-shelled Turtle" src="http://neatorama.cachefly.net/images/2007-05/soft-shelled-turtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, without a shell. But it's called &lt;em&gt;soft-shelled&lt;/em&gt; so that means it &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; have a shell, right? Okhay, I seriously terpesong liau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also aroused by my sexy header. It makes me sound so photoshop-nurdie and stuff but I can't help it D: I mean, even Puan Cheah, my school disciplinary teacher thought it was "pretty". Seriously! We were in the computer lab during mathematic class and she was our teacher. Then she gave us the last 5 minutes, &lt;em&gt;TWO&lt;/em&gt; actually, to do our own stuff so I went to my blog 'cause I wanted to show off my header to &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/alienpoo"&gt;Avienne&lt;/a&gt; and SammyT(I want your blog link, btw) who spammed in my cbox and I took the courtesy of deleting it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, anyway, Puan Cheah came behind me and was like "Hey! What is that? So pretty ah!" And NO! This is not self-praise(a little), I quote it litterally! Hah! But sad case is that I have a swear word in here so in order to not tarnish my good name in her point of view, I Alt+F4 when she wasn't looking at my fingers.. then Avienne got the blame cause she had the mouse xD loll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Avienne, she got me addicted to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katy_Perry"&gt;Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;I Kissed A Girl&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoKPi8xtyjA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NoKPi8xtyjA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking we're lesbians then all I have to say is that you have a very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; narrow mind. It's just a good song. Just like how &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_L_Word"&gt;The L Word&lt;/a&gt; is a good show. Supposedly. I haven't watched it yet but I want to. They just don't sell it here :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you're trying to get to me through sms, I'll just inform you that I'm officially &lt;strong&gt;broke&lt;/strong&gt;. Credit wise. So bad until I have to buy from Su Ann. For the first time in &lt;em&gt;years&lt;/em&gt;!! Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. Notice how my blogger link is such an awhsum tongue twister? I've been hearing a lot of:&lt;br /&gt;• need see say more&lt;br /&gt;• need she shay more&lt;br /&gt;• and one 'need she &lt;em&gt;shave&lt;/em&gt; more' ¬¬ dunno who orh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-1890488668984277754?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/1890488668984277754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=1890488668984277754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1890488668984277754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/1890488668984277754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/obsession-is-healthy.html' title='Obsession is Healthy'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF9S-EJv9dI/AAAAAAAAAE8/L408lkrGJWQ/s72-c/turtle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-8498580851562157112</id><published>2008-06-22T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:50:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I changed my link.</title><content type='html'>Hello! Changed my link!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, remade a blog!&lt;br /&gt;Relink mee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-screams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to never &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt; change a blog link! So much trouble! I've been typing the same thing for more than 20 times and that is IT! &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes, I made my own layout again. Sorry &lt;a href="http://daniheartshim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dani&lt;/a&gt; Dx I wanted to make yours but I couldn't get the colors right without trying it on the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to.. uhh.. Can't recall. I saved these pictures from 6 months ago ._. Cheers to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352032773622255874-8498580851562157112?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/8498580851562157112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=8498580851562157112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8498580851562157112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/8498580851562157112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-i-changed-my-link.html' title='Hi, I changed my link.'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352032773622255874.post-4162186419371093757</id><published>2008-06-22T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T05:46:50.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Returner</title><content type='html'>I have to watch that show, srsly. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I gave up on writing as in litterally &lt;em&gt;writing&lt;/em&gt; a journal or in a girly way, diary. Wasting ink.. and paper. I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; environmental friendly. Love me please, trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot has happened with me lately. Problems and such. You know, in terms of relationships, friendships, family wise and et cetera.. But it's all good now. I've solved almost half of my problems :] It's actually not as bad, I figured. I mean, eveyone has to go through many things, else what point and meaning would there be in growing up if we don't learn from our mistakes. I saw this quote in a manga and shut up. I know it doesn't sound professional but I didn't say it would be. The character said, "There wasn't any miscalculation. That was the biggest miscalculation I made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired of wasting my life like that. Always wanting to impress people. Wanting them to turn back and notice that I've fallen behind. The attention. Which woman wouldn't want? Which teenage girl wouldn't desire? Which human wouldn't need? But I guess noone can like everyone. So I'll just let it be.. Don't get me wrong. I'm emotional but not, and never will be at the poser state of "Look at me. Pity me. Shower me with your attention because I'm &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF38uBkI1II/AAAAAAAAAD0/hUepG4Q5A-A/s1600-h/Die_Fangirl_by_Khalitzburg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214601811189093506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF38uBkI1II/AAAAAAAAAD0/hUepG4Q5A-A/s400/Die_Fangirl_by_Khalitzburg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Speaking of emo, I'm still seriously pissed at the misuse of that word. Do people really think it's cool to pose on the street and take pictures of yourself pretending to be a begger on the street? Same goes for people doing all this.. self-proclaimed &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt; poses that we like to call "lala" or seafood or whatever. Reality check, it's not. Get over it. It makes you look cheaper than you already are. 'cause everyone, &lt;em&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/em&gt; can be lala. It's not that hard. But it's hard to get a good decent image that attracts attention, huhh? But you don't need good looks to have more friends. First impressions, sure. But that won't last forever. And and.. people should stop abusing the Japanese language. Everytime I go to an anime forum, all the words I see are neko, desu, kawaii, ecchi, ne, desu, arigato, konichiwa, desu, desu and did I mention DESU!? And it's not even the whole sentence like "atashi ga oname wa sulin &lt;em&gt;desu&lt;/em&gt;". It's the type that goes "my name is sulin &lt;em&gt;desu&lt;/em&gt;." WTF. Oh, and lets not forget the PpL hU TyP LyK dIs. Cute mehh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-screams and watches an atom bomb fall onto Komtar-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait, I don't live near Komtar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First post and already ranting.. I should just rename is blog as "Rant-A-Lot".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or not. 'Cause I'm actually pretty happy! My sis came back from Thailand. She went there for working reasons. Canon, delighted with your money always. Anyway, she bought me this seriously cute roboturtle! No, it's not a ninja turtle. Shut the fuck up &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a... Takara Walkie Bits Overlord Turtle (Heart Edition)! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tek.advancedmn.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/walkieturtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://tek.advancedmn.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/walkieturtle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so tiny and adorable. It walks and makes this beeping noise and it sings and.. and stuff xD It's hilarious! And honestly, I have no idea how it works. I'm just randomly pressing it's shell haha. But it's cute, no? x]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighttt.. -googles for the instruction before I break the thing-&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/3352032773622255874-4162186419371093757?l=needshesaymore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/feeds/4162186419371093757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352032773622255874&amp;postID=4162186419371093757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4162186419371093757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352032773622255874/posts/default/4162186419371093757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://needshesaymore.blogspot.com/2008/06/returner.html' title='The Returner'/><author><name>sulin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360871112900345866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF5JSjjxJJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pOJljoZc54U/S220/Something_wicked.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8uFsfTv4rzo/SF38uBkI1II/AAAAAAAAAD0/hUepG4Q5A-A/s72-c/Die_Fangirl_by_Khalitzburg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
