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title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-528433339275306857</id><published>2010-06-22T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T23:06:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm, Kinda moved on to another blog. but will still updated here everytime i update there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-528433339275306857?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/528433339275306857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=528433339275306857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/528433339275306857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/528433339275306857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#528433339275306857' title='Erm, Kinda moved on to another blog. but will still updated here everytime i update there.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8004402677504764053</id><published>2010-06-03T09:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:17:13.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>will post the Menu Julia made for my F&amp;amp;N Practical here, cause she mentioned that it would. :) was long ago, but i remember. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8004402677504764053?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8004402677504764053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8004402677504764053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8004402677504764053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8004402677504764053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#8004402677504764053' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3070264922971393605</id><published>2010-06-03T08:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T13:00:27.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essentials to know'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joyce Cooper = Jane Doe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nuff said. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go Listen to Jane Doe by NeverShoutNever! in my songs section on the right bottom corner. :)&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/6308764168632477618-3070264922971393605?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3070264922971393605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3070264922971393605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3070264922971393605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3070264922971393605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#3070264922971393605' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4811866366525301270</id><published>2010-05-23T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T22:54:35.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think the previous post is all in the mind. It's my mind playing tricks on me i suppose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;↓↓↓↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4811866366525301270?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4811866366525301270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4811866366525301270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4811866366525301270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4811866366525301270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4811866366525301270' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4269035848578290272</id><published>2010-05-22T18:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T17:06:12.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RANT.'/><title type='text'>Call for revival.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes i don't know what my cellphone is for. what, my little computer? the whole wifi-can-connect-to-the-web thing is just an add on not what it's invented for. Now, i find myself using the phone for Twitter, Facebook, tumblr, blogging surfing the net and all the other stuffs that i can use on the computer more than i use what a PHONE is made for. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, My point is, that&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; i don't get anymore texts. i don't get anymore calls.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; it's been weeks. and the only messages and calls i get are from my family or from my tutor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that i don't sms people, ii do, and if you send me something i would gladly reply. i only get it once in a while thats why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, this is what makes me think, d&lt;i&gt;o others even think of me? do i even exist in their world? i must be such a small impact to their lives, that they do not even want to communicate with me.&lt;/i&gt; that's why i've been saying that i'm just a &lt;i&gt;small fry&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I started thinking in the more, positive side. maybe i'm been using twitter, MSN, facebook too much that people think that they can contact me better and faster through that way. so I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stopped using twitter for a day - nobody called or texted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't facebook much anymore. -same results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shut myself away from Ebuddy and MSN - same results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have you lovely folks forgot that i have a handphone, and you can text or call me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, I feel many friends either drifting away or turning into Temp friends. (friends that you occasionally go with)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, i just feel demoralized by life and really lonely Lately. like everythings slowly falls apart. I know it's like they say,&lt;b&gt; Things change, Boundaries shift. New alliances made, old alliances forgottened.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;it's INEVITABLE&lt;/b&gt;. I really really hope it's not anything that's wrong about me lately that's causing this drastic change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been even quite happy lately, since the end of MYE. I can't really even smile genuinely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it really is something wrong with me lately then please dear reader, if you know me and you know the answer, Tell me about it. :) there are ways to contact me, through the Shoutbox, email, facebook twitter everything. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanna live my life i had. coz i can't move on from here, i'm stuck, i can't adapt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4269035848578290272?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4269035848578290272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4269035848578290272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4269035848578290272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4269035848578290272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#4269035848578290272' title='Call for revival.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7816535925508066260</id><published>2010-05-08T13:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:25:38.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S-T1c6RdoFI/AAAAAAAAAec/zwGVRFeg3-o/s1600/Uke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 457px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S-T1c6RdoFI/AAAAAAAAAec/zwGVRFeg3-o/s400/Uke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468765724562268242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intimacy along with The Uke! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7816535925508066260?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7816535925508066260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7816535925508066260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7816535925508066260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7816535925508066260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html#7816535925508066260' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S-T1c6RdoFI/AAAAAAAAAec/zwGVRFeg3-o/s72-c/Uke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8166894509912880117</id><published>2010-04-20T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:12:32.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could only listen to one song for the next month, which would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Can't Stand It by NSN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8166894509912880117?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8166894509912880117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8166894509912880117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8166894509912880117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8166894509912880117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8166894509912880117' title='If you could only listen to one song for the next month, which would it be?'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7256808979698979118</id><published>2010-04-18T16:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:12:24.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexyuke'/><title type='text'>next up on the Sexyuke- Your Biggest Fan by NSN.</title><content type='html'>Cause it's time to learn new stuffs. :) and this IS gonna be real hard to master. bless me, wish me luck. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs Learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Losing It- NSN&lt;br /&gt;Hey Soul Sister- Train&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday- Unknown&lt;br /&gt;Rock’a Baby- Unknown (self)&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants Credits Song- Musicians of bikini bottom (Self + Youtube)&lt;br /&gt;Some random song that sounds like a malay folk song- Unknown (self)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(self) is self learnt Fyi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7256808979698979118?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7256808979698979118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7256808979698979118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7256808979698979118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7256808979698979118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#7256808979698979118' title='next up on the Sexyuke- Your Biggest Fan by NSN.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2382865487810579045</id><published>2010-04-11T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:25:58.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May I have a Krabby Patty then?
Wait a minute. A Krabby Patty should be made of crabs, but then the boss is a crab. Does that make him a cannibal?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;HUHUHUHUH! no silly! Mr. Krabs isn't a cannibal. the Krabby patty is simply a name for the whole burger, even the word, 'patty'. A Krabby patty isn't made of crab meat, It can be made of any kind of meat, (including Jellyfish jelly that my best friend spongebob created) :) 'Krabby' is just named after my boss, Mr Krabs. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2382865487810579045?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2382865487810579045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2382865487810579045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2382865487810579045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2382865487810579045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2382865487810579045' title='May I have a Krabby Patty then?&#xA;Wait a minute. A Krabby Patty should be made of crabs, but then the boss is a crab. Does that make him a cannibal?'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8469336200883604330</id><published>2010-04-11T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:03:54.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello. Is this the Krusty Krab?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yes it is HUHUH it's Patrick serving you here. huhuh, may i take your order please? u wanna try our new smoked salmon crabby patty deluxe? Spongebob created them. HUHUHUHUHUHUHUH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8469336200883604330?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8469336200883604330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8469336200883604330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8469336200883604330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8469336200883604330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8469336200883604330' title='Hello. Is this the Krusty Krab?'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5173085397961853674</id><published>2010-04-11T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T01:07:39.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>little stories, big effects.</title><content type='html'>Here's some news.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm stripped off my Dept. Chairman job. HAHAHAHAHAHA. you know how happy i am to know that you're free from that stupid title you have that sometimes stops you from doing what you want? that title that suspends some of your freedom? hahaha. behind that sad face i gave Miss ong was a High and happy face. finally people. finally. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was already desperate to strip me off the title since January though, FYI. she's just waiting for me to make a mistake. and i knew that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, i just saw the news that people from some other part of singapore are starting to play the Uke, and the Uke is starting to become a trend now. that made me really really FURIOUS. i was like wtf. now that it get's popular, everyone will start trying to learn it. and then for people like me, who learns to play the Uke for interest, not because it's a trend, won't be(feel) special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why can't i find something i can do that not many people will start copying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same goes for Tumblr, man. now everybody's having one. bit by bit, as i go around being high about it, it gets popular every minute. it's true, some things are better left unsaid, from now on when i find out something new, i'll try keeping it to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's only one cat i'll hate in this world. and that is Copycats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5173085397961853674?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5173085397961853674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5173085397961853674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5173085397961853674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5173085397961853674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5173085397961853674' title='little stories, big effects.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4542775015453762660</id><published>2010-04-08T21:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T21:43:33.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY GOD, I SAW THE QUESTION I ASKED PREVIOUSLY BEFORE I FOUND OUT IT WAS ME AND I THOUGHT SOMEONE WANTS TO GET YOU A BLUE UKULELE TOO AND I WAS TAD PISSED BUT THEN  SAW TOXICPANDAS WHICH WAS ME AND I WENT OH. AND HI THERE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;You seem really blur nowadays huh, Sunshine! Hahaha. Hi there. :D i dead want a Uke now though, bring me to that place you saw it one day k? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4542775015453762660?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4542775015453762660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4542775015453762660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4542775015453762660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4542775015453762660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4542775015453762660' title='OH MY GOD, I SAW THE QUESTION I ASKED PREVIOUSLY BEFORE I FOUND OUT IT WAS ME AND I THOUGHT SOMEONE WANTS TO GET YOU A BLUE UKULELE TOO AND I WAS TAD PISSED BUT THEN  SAW TOXICPANDAS WHICH WAS ME AND I WENT OH. AND HI THERE.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4413441849762072401</id><published>2010-04-04T14:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T15:19:54.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids these days disgust me.'/><title type='text'>I need intimate love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/tumblr_l00emgqEyB1qb7rfio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="intimacy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Before you read this, i have to warn you, i'm gonna be really honest and write every detail of things that happened. there's mature stuffs, so if you can't take sick stuffs, go suck a lollipop in the toilet. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;, Can get really depressing sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i can tell you, today sucked. went out with Rachel Yeo and Jia Qi again to &lt;b&gt;watch When in Rome... Again.&lt;/b&gt; The queue at the theatre was super long, we couldn't get good ticks for Clash of the titans and even, when in Rome too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopped the whole of vivo while waiting for the time for the show. I couldn't Get WHAT I WANT!!!!! :( wanted to get this cool hoodie, but i was scared i don't wear it much. was super sad sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the show started, i was at my seats. as the lights dimmed, a few caucasians came in, two of them sat at the seats beside me. it was a girl and a guy, both looking really small sized, with the girl wearing a black low-cut top and leopard print short skirt. that little dude was wearing a red checkered shirt over a grey t shirt, and jeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when the show starts, they started making out. i mean really- straight when the movie shows it's starting credits, they started kissing. KISSING. FRENCH KISSING. ALL BESIDE ME. to think i was attracted to that girl at first, coz she was dead hot. (in my opinion.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;towards the first quarter of the show,  they started getting really saucy. it was that girl that was all over that guy- she's taller than him, that guy is like what, looking smaller than justin bieber? &amp;amp;  i mean even if they were bf/gf, they're SO YOUNG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they started lying on the seats- ALL BESIDE ME. i was a little disgusted, i was thinking like what, i bought the ticks just to see little kids making out. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trust me, they were horrible&lt;/b&gt;. or rather that girl was horrible. she started lying on top of that little dude, and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;i could even hear their tongue lolling in their mouths and their lips smooching THROUGHOUT THE SHOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; i mean come on. 2-3hrs with tongue in your mouths? wow what a long kiss. i think i'll never even hit an hour &amp;amp; a half in my entire life. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, that little dude keeps on slipping his fingers/hands into that girl's shirt to &lt;b&gt;grab/touch her boobs&lt;/b&gt;. Yes. touching all around.(for a petite little girl like her she sure has a rather large boobs.) I couldn't help but notice, it was all so obvious coz they were doing all that BESIDE ME. hell i was unlucky. Or was i? hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really really demoralized, that that girl that i was attracted to for less than five minutes just made out like that. trust me, &lt;b&gt;it wasn't the show that influenced them.&lt;/b&gt; they weren't even paying attention to the show anyway, except for some funny parts, which that girl laughed. what a waste of money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seeing all that, i got really depressed. i'm like fuck, some kid that's like ages smaller than me could actually make out with a really gorgeous girl just like that. i haven't even get to get intimate with a girl at all, let alone having a girl all over me and licking up all my saliva in my mouth. how sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even have a chance to feel what love between two strangers who met feels like. what intimacy feels like. what the whole thing is all about. What is love anyway? ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i'm a sucker for love i guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Kids these days disgust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; the younger they are the more able they are. i think i'm just losing out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4413441849762072401?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4413441849762072401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4413441849762072401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4413441849762072401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4413441849762072401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4413441849762072401' title='I need intimate love.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4918921689942157759</id><published>2010-04-04T00:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:16:04.678+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why do i fall in love with every woman i see, who shows me the least bit of attention?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Via Tumblr, &lt;a href="http://flickflickflicker.tumblr.com/post/467407612/via-whitepajamas"&gt;Flickflickflicker, (Joel Continues)&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/6308764168632477618-4918921689942157759?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4918921689942157759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4918921689942157759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4918921689942157759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4918921689942157759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4918921689942157759' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4994786249724578519</id><published>2010-04-04T00:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:01:24.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'>Meekakitty!</title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; a friend like Meekakitty!(she's Tessa btw). :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; her randomness and her bubblyness and everything. :D not to mention &lt;b&gt;she's really pretty too. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Redhead+Green/hazel/emerald eyes= gorgeous (in my opinion) :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE WAS A MODEL BEFORE (yes it shocked me also!) and has video tips on modelling at her channel. So go visit her channel and sub! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ALSO! Everytime i see her vids, they all &lt;b&gt;reminds me of Yun&lt;/b&gt;!! SERIOUSLY! she looks a tad like Yun, and her hand actions also really resembles what Yun does when she's high/happy! HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it when things reminds me of good friends i know. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, i couldn't find a video i would like to feature here coz all of them was awesome! but yeah, some people may find her wierd, coz she's so random you may think she's bonkers, but hey- all the best people are. and i love her that way. :D T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meekakitty FTW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YBypq_uGDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0YBypq_uGDQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one i put up is &lt;b&gt;on her trip to Rome, with her mom&lt;/b&gt;.(omg i went with my mom to Europe too!) haha. so go check out her vids for your awesome dose of randomness. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4994786249724578519?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4994786249724578519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4994786249724578519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4994786249724578519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4994786249724578519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4994786249724578519' title='Meekakitty!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5667936777241450822</id><published>2010-04-04T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:09:29.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Zooey over Katy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;though katy perry looks stunning and hot, i think she'll break more guys hearts than Zooey. :D and that her cleavage is everywhere in pictures HAHAHAHAHA. Zooey is looks so demure and sweet. :) Dayum don't be anonymous please? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5667936777241450822?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5667936777241450822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5667936777241450822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5667936777241450822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5667936777241450822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#5667936777241450822' title='Why Zooey over Katy?'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2494624344617321389</id><published>2010-04-04T00:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:06:32.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Describe Marilyn! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;my best friend thats like miles away from me, someone that i don't feel a tad shy with, a girl that would help the sad souls around her. A lovely and friendly girl that leaves sparkling glitter behind everywhere she goes, brightening up people's lives. somebody to be treasured. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2494624344617321389?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2494624344617321389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2494624344617321389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2494624344617321389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2494624344617321389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#2494624344617321389' title='Describe Marilyn! :D'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-845318990265324175</id><published>2010-04-04T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:03:35.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooey Deschanel or Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Zooey Deschanel. :) wanna know why? ask another question. :D haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-845318990265324175?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/845318990265324175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=845318990265324175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/845318990265324175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/845318990265324175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#845318990265324175' title='Zooey Deschanel or Katy Perry'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4628603181470513750</id><published>2010-04-03T13:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T13:35:49.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldd you fix me a date? MUAHAHHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Yeah sure. but i must know who you are first. i'm shy with strangers. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4628603181470513750?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4628603181470513750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4628603181470513750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4628603181470513750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4628603181470513750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#4628603181470513750' title='Couldd you fix me a date? MUAHAHHAHA'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-6030914268955820427</id><published>2010-03-26T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:35:31.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could a baby blue ukulele be the answer out of your sadness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Well most probably! i just hope that i don't lose interest in the Ukulele any time soon... Haha. :) I'm sad? :o&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/Loylzeus"&gt;Shoot me a question!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-6030914268955820427?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/6030914268955820427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=6030914268955820427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6030914268955820427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6030914268955820427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6030914268955820427' title='Could a baby blue ukulele be the answer out of your sadness?'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5557957150489106405</id><published>2010-03-22T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:55:21.147+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging at tumblr'/><title type='text'>Blogged on Tumblr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/post/465652431/firsts-will-be-lasts"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5557957150489106405?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5557957150489106405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5557957150489106405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5557957150489106405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5557957150489106405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#5557957150489106405' title='Blogged on Tumblr.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5717129398645153077</id><published>2010-03-22T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:25:50.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me Anything!! 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to my sister. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 361px; HEIGHT: 479px" border="0" alt="shernon's birthday" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/DSC00013.jpg" width="531" height="953" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Just look at her super happy face.&lt;strong&gt; smiling till you can't even see her eyes&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHA&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, on tueday, went for some karaoke-ing with Lydia, Jessica lim &amp;amp; jia qi. we were then joined by one of lydia's friend, Lynn. nothing special happened, just the usual karaoke-ing, but Lydia and Lynn's singing are not bad. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Karaoke-ing, I rushed to go hunting for my sister's Birthday present. i wanted to buy for her a pair of Havianas, but i was stuck on what slippers to buy. But then i remembered that she wanted a bag, so i got her a dickies bag with pink safety pin designs all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank you Chien Yee and Jia Qi for helping me in getting a prezzie for her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back, wished my sis happy birthday and passed the bag to her. she just said thanks without looking in the bag at all.&lt;br /&gt;But then, when she took a glance at whats inside, she Screamed. like, OMG!!!!!!!!. haha. it was super funny. and she started chanting "thank you gor thank you gor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad bought her a phone and signed up a phone line for her. It was her best birrthday so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. Really. MSLIA. (my sister's life is average) &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/6308764168632477618-2473551464723377674?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2473551464723377674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2473551464723377674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2473551464723377674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2473551464723377674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2473551464723377674' title='Tuesday and sister&apos;s bitrthday 16/3'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8800107838687094479</id><published>2010-03-20T18:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T19:36:55.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Up In the air'/><title type='text'>i fire people for a living.</title><content type='html'>On Monday, went out with Rachel Yeo and Jessica Lim to go to Bugis library to study and chiong homework. was rather productive, i only did very little homework. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;but then there's this bunch of annoying malay girls making alot of noise in the study lounge. I mean srsly, they're super irritating. Until some auntie went to shush the hell outta them. They still made alot of noise, so we all put on earpieces. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was my first time going into Illuma. not bad it impressed me, so big and spacious. It has long escalators that take you 2-3 mins to get to the top. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Up In The Air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's a not bad show, i feel it's meant for adults only. coz it's so business-y and there's some scenes that should not be in a rated PG show.(there are nude scenes urgh) and theres alot of swearing(for example, Fuck).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i rate the show &lt;strong&gt;2.5/5&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8800107838687094479?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8800107838687094479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8800107838687094479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8800107838687094479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8800107838687094479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#8800107838687094479' title='i fire people for a living.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-959760858959543659</id><published>2010-03-12T20:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:46:42.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters birthday'/><title type='text'>Hey Sister.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 more days till my first younger sister's birthday.&lt;/strong&gt; 4 fucking days. SHIT. i'm lost. i'm lost. i'm lost. i'm lost. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dunno what to get her. what does she want? i dunno. what does she need? a phone probably? but that would be way off my budget. WHAT MAN. WHAT! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad eh? for a brother to not know what to get for his sis on her birthday. about a month ago my dad have already been secretly reminding me about my sisters birthday. OH WELL it's coming. IN 4 DAYS. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of cooking a dish for her, hoping that she would be touched. and also, i have another plan to buy her a gift. Or both for plan C. I admit i have never treated my sister very well. we always end up in quarrels. So this time, &lt;strong&gt;i wanna prove to her that i can treat her better on her birthday than a completely worthless friend.&lt;/strong&gt; she said she wished she was that completely worthless friend, so that i would buy fancy stuff for her on her birthday. Man, after hearing that, i felt so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, she was jealous, or rather saddened that i actually bought something i have never bought before for her for a now worthless friend. i've gave it a thought. THAT FRIEND REALLY IS WORTHLESS. like wtf, thinking of it makes my blood boil. ( i'm angry at myself for treating a stranger better than a a member of my family.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes i'm stuck. really. i've only got 4 freakin days. please help me if you can, readers. i'll really appreciate it much much. especially you girl readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"What do you want from your brother on your birthday?" please leave your answers on the chatbox on the right. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-959760858959543659?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/959760858959543659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=959760858959543659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/959760858959543659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/959760858959543659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#959760858959543659' title='Hey Sister.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-6735039862440420574</id><published>2010-03-08T20:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:26:56.288+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The difficulty and time taken for friends/lovers to forget each other determines how strong their friendship/relationship was before."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--from my observation and experiences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-6735039862440420574?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/6735039862440420574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=6735039862440420574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6735039862440420574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6735039862440420574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#6735039862440420574' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2469827751251608169</id><published>2010-03-06T16:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:26:29.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice in wonderland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johnny Depp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chesire Cat'/><title type='text'>I'm the Mad Hatter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Went with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yun Xin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Carissa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Joey Lee&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to watch&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alice in wonderland 3D!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://postmodernartist.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/alice_in_wonderland_alice_poster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 472px" border="0" alt="Alice in wonderland" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/alice_in_wonderland1.jpg" width="402" height="558" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.filmschoolrejects.com/images/AliceinWonderlandteaPoster.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 486px; HEIGHT: 243px" border="0" alt="Tea Party" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/00029756.jpg" width="672" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;(click pictures for larger images)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland An overall of 4/5 stars.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(WARNING: POTENTIAL SPOILERS AHEAD. READ THE NEXT LINE IF YOU STILL WANT TO PROCEED.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS EPIC. especially when we went to watch the 3D version. LOVED THE SHOW. I really recommend watching it in 3D. everything was good about the show, the animations were awesome. Yun was excited about it at first,but disappointed in the end, Joey was like mesmerized by it, Carissa was so enthu about it she got noisy, Isaac fell in like with the actress acting the White Queen. but it wasn't as i expected though, cause Alice was ACTUALLY supposed to be ALL GROWN UP in this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see, everytime i hear the name Alice, i will immediately think she's a little girl. Oh well, it explains at the later part of the show. Her acting as alice was abit &lt;strong&gt;Dry&lt;/strong&gt;. like, not many emotions. I don't like that actor acting as Alice though. &lt;strong&gt;I'd Rather&lt;em&gt; ZOOEY DESCHANEL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;with blonde hair&lt;em&gt; ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Chesire Cat&lt;/span&gt;(especially Tim's version of it) and The Mad Hatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Chesire Cat &amp;amp;amp; Mad Hatter" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/alice-in-wonderland-tim-burton-ches.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp's acting as the Mad Hatter was awesome. But the Mad Hatter was not as mad as i expected him out to be. He is like, more easy to get angry than actually mad. however, &lt;em&gt;Johnny depp mentioned that he wanted to give the character a little bit of "human reality" in it, coz this is not a cartoon show.&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHA the cartoon one really is CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tim Burton's version of the Chesire Cat is just too cool. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Isaac planned to name Marcus Tweedledee and Ding Quan Tweedledum. HAAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, went to see cameras, Yun wanted a Digital Camera. Hmmmm.... Kekeke. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then ate BK and then played at Toys R us. Met this part time Magician called Tommy Kiang. he did good tricks, then wanted us to add him on facebook. i wonder if any of the people i went with added him. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listened to alot of Isaac's woes at the bus stop. I feel for him. We're the same type of Man. the man that gives so much but don't expect anything in return. - AND GET CRAP IN RETURN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2469827751251608169?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2469827751251608169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2469827751251608169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2469827751251608169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2469827751251608169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#2469827751251608169' title='I&apos;m the Mad Hatter.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8528099035596121019</id><published>2010-03-04T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T20:56:38.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Change is inevitable. Change is good. But annoying when eveything seems perfect, it intervenes."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Yes. intervention of Bad changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8528099035596121019?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8528099035596121019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8528099035596121019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8528099035596121019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8528099035596121019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html#8528099035596121019' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-795895557263769148</id><published>2010-02-28T16:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:11:19.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zooey Deschanel'/><title type='text'>♥ Zooey Deschanel. *o*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 619px" border="0" alt="Zooey Deschanel &amp;amp;#9829;" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Zooey.jpg" width="478" height="631" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZOOEY DESCHANEL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;♥MY HEART JUST MELTED by seeing this picture.♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. how much i love her in this picture. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE HUGGING HER. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much i can say that i'm in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;She's like perfect to the max. voice, face, body.... i just haven't got along with her though. so i don't know how her character is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen people this perfect, beautiful and pretty before. she's whatever my vocab can bring me to describes someone as beautiful. LOL i'm Ranting. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe first time i got to know her was when i watched the &lt;em&gt;hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy&lt;/em&gt;. i immediately fell in &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHE IS MY DREAM GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that is in reality!!!&lt;br /&gt;if i ever get to see her in person i would go mad. Just like Leah Dizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad she's married too, to that Ben from Death Cab From Cutie. D:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; IS BROKEN INTO 50 PIECES. D': &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-795895557263769148?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/795895557263769148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=795895557263769148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/795895557263769148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/795895557263769148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#795895557263769148' title='♥ Zooey Deschanel. *o*'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-6096562618067440560</id><published>2010-02-28T14:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:08:41.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short and sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear John Pearly'/><title type='text'>Dear Joyce.</title><content type='html'>Well. today is Sunday. and i'm blogging about yesterday. what a lag.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. i'll try to make it short and sweet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Pearly to watch "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S4oe_L25IhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/phLtrhNVNvk/s1600-h/dear_john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443197170494284306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S4oe_L25IhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/phLtrhNVNvk/s400/dear_john.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_John_(2010_film)"&gt;Here's the details about the movie... in text. I'm to lazy to write a review on it now. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes just Pearly herself - nobody else was free to go watch a movie with me then. how sad my circle of friends are. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupps. &lt;strong&gt;Dear John&lt;/strong&gt; was a great movie. a movie i liked. not like Love Happens that bullshit stupid show. anyway. yeah. i actually wanted to watch Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief but Pearly watched it. She thinks Dear John was gonna suck, but it didn't. she was super excited after the show though, talking about it like yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with her at LJS, it was her first time in 4 years of us knowing each other that she went out with me, &amp;amp; my first time i went out with only one person for a movie. Savvy eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can relate to alot of parts for Dear John&lt;/strong&gt;, but my motive in watching a movie at that day was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; to understand &lt;strong&gt;why Lovelle would cry 3 times in that movie&lt;/strong&gt; ( i even brought tissues just in case i really cried HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I was curious bout it and that amanda seyfreid was pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; to get my Band from Pearly. ( she's been making a band for meh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Movie, i went to meet Rachel, Ethan Jia Qi and Abrams for dinner. but they ate before meh and stared at me eating BK. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later went shopping at Orchard Central, bought my post-its to replace the one that damn Yang lost. And Me, Ethan and Abs Found something Really cool for us MAN there. but I digress. :D &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEKEKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-6096562618067440560?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/6096562618067440560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=6096562618067440560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6096562618067440560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6096562618067440560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6096562618067440560' title='Dear Joyce.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S4oe_L25IhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/phLtrhNVNvk/s72-c/dear_john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3380205504775867628</id><published>2010-02-26T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:55:40.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catch up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>What a week, i shall say.</title><content type='html'>Hello Guise. haven't been updating myself lately cause i'm busy, and my week was rather boring. also, my keep missing my computer schedule time. This week was Fairfield's &lt;strong&gt;INSANE TESTS WEEK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently eating Korean spicy noodles while writing this post. Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway, Here are the highlights for the week&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ &lt;/strong&gt;Went to the library on thursday with Yun Xin, Joey, Leon and Claudia to study. it started out well, we really did some work but then got bored and restless. Yun went to take a Picasso book, we all were engrossed in His masterpieces, but then again, we felt bored of it and started playing Indian poker. (my gosh how i wish Blogger has a reblog button like tumblr too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA. it was really fun. we did it with post-it's btw, so it wasn't really indian poker but inspired by it. &lt;em&gt;post-its stuck on forehead, guess the word written on it with the help of other players.&lt;/em&gt; that simple. Was about to start when Luke, Junjie, Joey and Shi min came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words i got was all with the letter T. i just don't geddit. HAHA. they are Turtle, Twitter &amp;amp; Tennis. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; I hate Miss Alicia Yang now. she's annoying and can't teach. she took my bunch of post it's and lost it, which was okay if she did try to search for i- but she didn't i was fucking angry and wrote a long list of negative things about her. i won't write it here although i'm really tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want Mr Firhad back.&lt;/strong&gt; oh and with that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Saw Mr Firhad&lt;/strong&gt; when we were going to the Library!!! he was on the ACS bus stop, and got on the same bus as us. When i saw him through the top deck window i so wanted to just whack him- but yet i kinda missed him alot so i didn't. so yeah when he got up the bus he was shushing us for not making so much noise again (we actually was so excited we shouted Mr firhad so loudly in the bus) then he kept saying that he missed Drama and all the fairfield people (except owyong i think) and that his first month at ACS was super sad. he can't come back coz of his one year contract there though. D':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drama is kinda crapped up without him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST SAYING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Indah&lt;/strong&gt; that lying trickster tricked me into eating a fucking disgusting sweet that was super spicy and leaves a disgusting taste and smell in your mouth and nasal cavity. i don't know where the hell she bought it but srsly- it was actually meant to be an apology sweet lah. which got me really angry after she offered it. i just wasn't that expressive then. oh well. learnt my lesson- never accept gifts from her anymore; or check if it's lethal first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ &lt;/strong&gt;Miss Nio and Miss Chan came back to pay us a visit! missed those two teachers much!!!! especially miss nio, which i heard from her she's gonna head back to Fairfield to teach us again in July. LOOKING FORWARD TO IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm thinking if theres anymore cool stuffs that happened. but i can't think of any.&lt;br /&gt;OH, i always update my tumblr everytime, so go check it out! it's at the About me sidebar. :D&lt;br /&gt;that's about it, my whole week summarised. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: And stop it about Joyce Cooper,&lt;strong&gt; those of you that have made wild guesses and spreading around rumours.&lt;/strong&gt; it's getting really annoying. sometimes you people make me wanna make Joyce Cooper obsolete.) D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3380205504775867628?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3380205504775867628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3380205504775867628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3380205504775867628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3380205504775867628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3380205504775867628' title='What a week, i shall say.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2878934577858237050</id><published>2010-02-24T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:39:02.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper letter'/><title type='text'>memories that pops up from nowhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S4VAt5t2BzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1g9LabRBF8I/s1600-h/DSC00708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 406px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441826882078508850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S4VAt5t2BzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1g9LabRBF8I/s400/DSC00708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;(Yun's paper/letter for my 15th birthday.)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, after getting back from A GREAT revealling catch-up Dinner with Abrams and my OLD friend, ETHAN CHOY, (God i kinda missed him. but he hasn't change alot tho.) I came back and Saw this on my chair of my study table, and my guitar, with the pick lost, on my bed. I was shocked, like "WTF, did someone mess with my stuff?" I suspect it was my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This paper/letter made me smile immediately after i see it. &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Yun Xin for (although it's just a foolscap paper) writing this up on my 15th birthday. :D Love it. i still kept it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you Juliana and Indah for that wierd orange box you two gave on my birthday too. it took me a long time to figure out the two jigsaw puzzle letter, i haven't finish Jul's one tho. but thanks. i loved it, it was one of the wierdest cum coolest present ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that i should post this. after seeing Yun's paper/letter on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to write up a post of it on my birthday anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep everything sentimental. everything. anything given by someone for an occasion or anything. i keep them coz i treasure them and appreciate them. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2878934577858237050?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2878934577858237050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2878934577858237050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2878934577858237050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2878934577858237050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#2878934577858237050' title='memories that pops up from nowhere.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/S4VAt5t2BzI/AAAAAAAAAeE/1g9LabRBF8I/s72-c/DSC00708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-1915210327480673268</id><published>2010-02-24T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:36:24.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"You guys just don't get the whole Joyce Cooper thing do you? well, she has morphed. and will morph again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes i really wonder is that how far human's comprehending abilities can go.  how shallow. all they could ever come up with is... i'm dissapointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-1915210327480673268?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/1915210327480673268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=1915210327480673268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1915210327480673268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1915210327480673268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#1915210327480673268' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3759328969137518063</id><published>2010-02-22T17:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:48:19.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m mean i know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='And a long ranting post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='message to you douche'/><title type='text'>M. A. D. E.</title><content type='html'>In the course of life, we meet many people. all of them have different characters, personalities, Habits, Flaws, Pros And ways they impact our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i met this guy. Fucking Bugger. I know him.&lt;br /&gt;He has &lt;strong&gt;my vote&lt;/strong&gt; as the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most ANNOYING Douchebag Ever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(MADE)&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I feel like sewing up his mouth tight. Or just kick him in the face for annoying and bullying one of my friends. And perhaps give him some moisturizer. BWAHHAHAAHAAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm mean. but I CAN'T EVEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH well. hopes he doesn't bug me anymore. He does read this blog though, so if &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do read it again, this message goes out to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stop poking your head into other people's fucking business and assuming. you know nothing more than a daftworm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters of vulgarities gonna hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i had to. Apologies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3759328969137518063?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3759328969137518063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3759328969137518063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3759328969137518063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3759328969137518063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3759328969137518063' title='M. A. D. E.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4294166348804472094</id><published>2010-02-20T23:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:44:15.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Did you ever do this: You think back on all the times you've had with someone, and you replay it in your head over and over again, just to look for those first signs of trouble?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I always do. especially to &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Joyce Cooper&lt;/span&gt;. &amp;amp; to people i care for, but have lost them. Have you? please discuss it in my Chatbox at the side. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4294166348804472094?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4294166348804472094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4294166348804472094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4294166348804472094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4294166348804472094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4294166348804472094' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7310129521182165763</id><published>2010-02-17T22:36:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T22:11:50.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philophobia'/><title type='text'>Sweet Wierd Disorder; Rant.</title><content type='html'>Hi guise. you know whats so cool? After almost 1 and a half years, after close diagnostic analysis, (sorry, let me sound REALLY professional for a minute) i can officially diagnose &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Joyce Cooper&lt;/span&gt; with an interesting disorder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 485px; HEIGHT: 305px" border="0" alt="Philophobia" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/phobia.jpg" width="502" height="377" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes. I really think she has this disorder.&lt;/strong&gt; God help her. God save her. she's a fine lady. she'll make every guy cry. she'll make every guy regret. just cause of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really really wanna be her 'therapy' for her disorder. but i don't think i'm able to.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish I&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; never met Joyce Cooper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there would be no need to impress her. no need to want her. no need for loving her. no need for crying over her. No need for heartbreaks. No need for pain or tears. No need for forgotten promises. no need for rejected hugs. No need for crying myself to sleep. No need for her acting like she cares. No need for everything she have done to make me feel like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;absolute nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then again, i'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;glad that i met Joyce Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Cause she was the one who always asked me if anything was wrong. She was the one who loved me for me. the one who cared when everyone else didn't. the one who listened. the one who stayed up late to talk about the randomest shit ever. She was the one who i told secrets to. the one who taught me new things. the one who laughed at my BAD jokes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She's the one who did things, just for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Inspired by: &lt;a href="http://cheesysmiles.tumblr.com/"&gt;(picture by Cheesysmiles, via tumblr.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yeah. just saying. little rant there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7310129521182165763?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7310129521182165763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7310129521182165763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7310129521182165763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7310129521182165763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#7310129521182165763' title='Sweet Wierd Disorder; Rant.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4834102684152302507</id><published>2010-02-14T03:07:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:20:16.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the wind blows'/><title type='text'>A Toxic Valentine &amp; boring CNY.</title><content type='html'>I Fell in &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; with the song at first, but now the video too. Tell me if it's relations didn't come along with coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chosen song/video For this years &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Valentines&lt;/span&gt;. Enjoy. especially you &lt;strong&gt;Joyce Cooper. you heartless lying bitchskank&lt;/strong&gt;. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVYZyJQg3xo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OVYZyJQg3xo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wind Blows by AAR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;updated: 544 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back from visiting my relatives for CNY. i swear it's hell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; all we did was eat junk food, talk about lousy Cheena iphones, watch low quality dvd's of like Avatar on tv, and play blackjack all the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather spend my day on Valentines than CNY&lt;/strong&gt;. like a total effing waste of time. I could have gone out with a significant other to watch a movie or a date, hang out with friends that also hates boring CNY. I could have spent valentines day happily, which feels like it's even more worth it. But wait, i don't even have a valentine so HECK wtf am i saying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4834102684152302507?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4834102684152302507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4834102684152302507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4834102684152302507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4834102684152302507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#4834102684152302507' title='A Toxic Valentine &amp; boring CNY.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5533024759554282852</id><published>2010-02-13T17:28:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T02:25:10.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4k'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='most dramatic day ever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='botak jones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisheye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multi ethnic'/><title type='text'>Literally Dramatic Day.</title><content type='html'>Hello people from a super long time ago. I know i have not been blogging so i presume it's not a good thing... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well many things have happened, i was too busy or too lazy to blog for the past week. OK. I realized something. everytime i wanna blog, i can't. and when i have a good chance for blogging, i either don't have the mood to blog, or no time to do so, OR dunno what to blog on. quite effed. (note that i have edited this post for 3 times in a day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah. what i wanted to blog on was what happened yesterday. which is dated 12 Feb, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A day to fucking remember. :D like, a whole bunch of things happened at one go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 511px; HEIGHT: 333px" border="0" alt="First Fish Eye" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Fisheye.jpg" width="522" height="344" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My First pic taken with a Fisheye camera!!!!! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, had a little party in 4k which didn't feel like one, but a picnic. we rehearsed for our Multi Ethnic Dance during it. I swear i suck at it big time, and i didn't want to make a fool of myself on the damn stage for the real performance. so i just... didn't wanna do anything. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then, i felt like the class bond was strong, as i see many people willing to actually go up to dance. Even Sarah, which was like once in a blue moon thing. i tot Yun and Julia would actually dance with the class, but they didn't, which was really sad. So i decided to just HECK and just join the dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, yupps. i actually gone up to dance a dance that i don't even know the steps. In front of 1500 peeps. BUT i didn't embarass myself. Sarah was right in front of me so i copied her every move. HAHAHA. but at least i took my courage to go up stage. IT rocked. WE had the time of our lives. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the concert, we didn't win anything, so we got dismissed. my class didn't stay to celebrate or anything but all zao off, like our class has shit innit. Haiz. so i went down to 4L's, which was literally PARTYING like a disco down there. joined in the fun, Got Richelle's Fish eye equipped camera. &lt;b&gt;TOOK MY FIRST FISH EYE pic!!!!&lt;/b&gt; then took pics all around with it, Had fun with the cam, But it suddenly lost the effect of the fish eye. so i seek assistance from Rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BUT in my horror, i got there to see her sitting on a chair with her feet BLEEDING &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bright red blood &lt;/span&gt;with a big cut. Was like &lt;b&gt;"OH SHIT"&lt;/b&gt; and quickly get tissue to clean the wound. LIKE WTF man. the wound was epic big, and sliced through the flesh. gruesome. was cleaning the wound halfway, then Rich started to break down. prolly due to the pain. First time see her breakdown and cry like a little girl getting an injection. made me felt really sad for her too, and wanted to help her even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then beatrice and abrams, the two heroic red crossers came and gave proper aid to her feet. then rich started joking around like it didn't hurt anymore. that was when i relieved myself of anxiety.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she was bandaged, and everything was back to normal after that. was epic DRAMATIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went out with greengreenredredsuper after that. saw Yun, Julia and Carissa at 18 chefs said hi to them. &lt;i&gt;my day was totally blown away by what happened before&lt;/i&gt;, but &lt;b&gt;Yun Xin made it happy again just by waving back at me.&lt;/b&gt; Looks like the saying : &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;'little things you do can make a difference to others lives'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is true. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we went to cineleisure KBOX. i &lt;b&gt;lost my 10 dollars there&lt;/b&gt;. sobs sobs. &lt;b&gt;BUT I FINALLLY GET TO SING THE WIND BLOWS BY AAR&lt;/b&gt; in the Karaoke!!!! (haha, but i think i sang it horribly though.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after that, Met Julia Thiongxim sis and fatin- EXACTLY at the same place. What a small world. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then I played some orchard carnival fair games. i won alot of vouchers and a timezone reloadable card. Awesome. :D Dinnered at BOTAK JONES orchard. Cajun Chicken is Bliss. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this many things happened in one day. dramatic eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;I feel like starting a thingsweforget post- its : Fairfield Edition. should i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; please comment in the shoutbox on your right. THANKS!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5533024759554282852?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5533024759554282852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5533024759554282852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5533024759554282852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5533024759554282852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#5533024759554282852' title='Literally Dramatic Day.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4469905027672011157</id><published>2010-01-31T16:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:40:43.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirations'/><title type='text'>Awe- Inspirelative.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Balloons.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 523px; HEIGHT: 342px" border="0" alt="Balloons" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Balloons.jpg" width="480" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//blinksoflife.tumblr.com/post/275732257/maybe-some-people-just-arent-meant-to-be-in-our"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;via blinksoflife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Maybe some people just aren’t meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. Its like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn, and thats why they’re here… you’ll have that gift forever."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this relate so much to my life... especially to you, Joyce Cooper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4469905027672011157?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4469905027672011157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4469905027672011157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4469905027672011157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4469905027672011157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4469905027672011157' title='Awe- Inspirelative.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3910807806240987403</id><published>2010-01-31T15:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:37:37.307+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mememolly'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mememolly is back! You can't imagine how much i miss her bubbly, pretty videos she's on. love it more than her Rocketboom ones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know whatever she says is super unrelative to everything on this blog, but still, she's worth watching. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BjvE6GgRpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-BjvE6GgRpA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="340"&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/6308764168632477618-3910807806240987403?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3910807806240987403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3910807806240987403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3910807806240987403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3910807806240987403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3910807806240987403' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2829131013271410249</id><published>2010-01-28T21:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:37:57.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><title type='text'>Life... In summary.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Joyce Cooper + cat" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/JCcat.jpg" width="498" height="359" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Joyce Cooper(?) and her cat(?). Love her hair there. Her pose too. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sick and tired and disgusted by all the cat abuse that's happening all around the globe. Although i don't own or have a cat before, my heart still goes out to them. At least have a heart and know that they can feel too. Fuck those China Muthabitches that have been stomping Cats with stilletos. Just watch out for &lt;strong&gt;KARMA and burn in hell&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello again dear readers&lt;/span&gt;. Here's whats going on the whole week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; GHL made our whole class super angry. she is practically, whatever-lly INSANE.DERANGED. like a mad woman out of control. OH btw, she's my sweet english teacher. (hope you see sarcasm and not get me wrong.)-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She, GHL, in just one week, screamed countless times in every eng class and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; TORE Emeline's Math homework of 8 Questions into pieces for a small fucking matter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Confiscated Yun's little camera FOR A SMALL effing matter.&lt;br /&gt;(notice anything?)&lt;br /&gt;She's so eccentric, it freaks me out TTM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; I attended Ncc(sea), &amp;amp; drama was awesome, drama ain't that bad now but Yun made me really sad coz she said she's not coming for drama,..well F those 4 dogs. but ANW, i understand. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; Ncc sea PT was fun with the addition of Julia, Richelle and Lovelle. Kinda like their company. Makes everything more enjoyable, coz we can relate with each other and Julia is DAMN effing FUNNY as in her actions cracks me up, not humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; I also Had a long, and Awesome talk with Letitia During NCC(sea), we caught up with each other. Love every moment. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; I know what present to give Yun on her birthday oreadi. But it's like, 5 more months? WTF lol. hope she never bought what i had in mind. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; Watched the Tooth Fairy!!! with Jessica, Jia Qi and Rachel. it wasn't my level of humor, BUT, it's really meaning ful and ALL KIDDOS should watch it. You'll learn something kids, trust me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; Sprained my feet or pulled a muscle or vein. SUPER PAINNNN. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what happened during the period i was not posting any stuffs... in summary. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2829131013271410249?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2829131013271410249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2829131013271410249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2829131013271410249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2829131013271410249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2829131013271410249' title='Life... In summary.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2534659785392189178</id><published>2010-01-23T17:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T17:43:46.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C and H waiting for the bus'/><title type='text'>C&amp;H video.</title><content type='html'>this is kinda touching. love the soundtrack also. Cyanide and Happiness FTW!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="490" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRPJh-LJq1o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRPJh-LJq1o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="490" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2534659785392189178?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2534659785392189178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2534659785392189178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2534659785392189178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2534659785392189178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2534659785392189178' title='C&amp;H video.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7704242205577513820</id><published>2010-01-23T00:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:11:47.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper Appearance'/><title type='text'>Joyce Cooper(?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 473px; HEIGHT: 359px" border="0" alt="Joyce Cooper(?)" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/JoyceCooper.jpg" width="505" height="381" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(girlfriend.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well issit &lt;strong&gt;Safe for me to Assume&lt;/strong&gt;, or to tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce Cooper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; looks like this but without that pink furry hat on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dunno. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to find a pic to show you how she looks like. coz she's complicated. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My , she's Hot. wish i can see her. *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce Cooper is the new Grace Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;. :D in my world, that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7704242205577513820?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7704242205577513820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7704242205577513820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7704242205577513820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7704242205577513820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7704242205577513820' title='Joyce Cooper(?)'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4982361341496427374</id><published>2010-01-22T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:18:29.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkerbell MHO'/><title type='text'>Tinkerbell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 436px; HEIGHT: 275px" border="0" alt="Tinkerbell MHO" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/GlitterTinkerbell.gif" width="414" height="274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;! :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dearly missed too Tink MHO! sometimes i wish i could talk to you non-stop overnight. I've got lots to ask for advice. :D i 've got lots of questions unanswered. we've got lots to catch up. :D&lt;br /&gt;So here one for ya to show that you're not forgotten! MISS YOU! hope the word miss hasn't lost it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;:))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4982361341496427374?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4982361341496427374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4982361341496427374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4982361341496427374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4982361341496427374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4982361341496427374' title='Tinkerbell!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2794419848067329549</id><published>2010-01-22T23:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T15:03:42.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama is just a reflection of what happens in real life. but sometimes we base our lives on the dramas we watch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2794419848067329549?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2794419848067329549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2794419848067329549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2794419848067329549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2794419848067329549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2794419848067329549' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2730617817147806988</id><published>2010-01-21T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:11:21.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCa points'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cyanide and happiness.'/><title type='text'>Cyanide and Happiness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8RuCSfOiBE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8RuCSfOiBE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm totally &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;IN LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Cyanide&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I'm s&lt;strong&gt;o gonna buy that book!&lt;/strong&gt; going on a hunt for it! WEEEEEE! :D HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;i posted vids of it on tumblr, go check it out on my About Me side bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite angry, becoz of my dads parental controls for my account on my com, i can't view any of my links to my friends blog. SUPER ANGRY. now i can't reply. (can't go anyones blog other than mine)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I hate MOE for being super Daft by deducting 3 years of my achievements in my CCAs and my life just because my attendance is below 50%. at least acknowledge them fairfield, i earned a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gold with honors&lt;/span&gt; for you leh. &lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU MUTHAFUCKING BITCHES&lt;/strong&gt;. if you guys didn't, i would have got better than an A1. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asswipes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2730617817147806988?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2730617817147806988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2730617817147806988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2730617817147806988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2730617817147806988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2730617817147806988' title='Cyanide and Happiness.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3987796794116746674</id><published>2010-01-20T20:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:06:49.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Upset with the muthafukin world and me.'/><title type='text'>Upset.</title><content type='html'>Hi people again. i write diaries last time when i'm young, and i felt really retarded saying dear diary everytime. i was talking to a non living thing for years. guess how many diaries(fully written, no blank pages) i have? more than 6. some are scattered around my house. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. &lt;strong&gt;I am extremely upset with everything nowadays. EVERYTHING. even myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Today is the most upsetting drama session ever. freakin upset with Drama. where has the drama feeling gone? why is everything so effed up now? Firhads gone, everybody slacks, the school doesn't recognize our achievements and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;big O is a muthabitch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....CRAPPED. &lt;strong&gt;Now i know why last time Siti Mira can actually cry for drama, coz i actually feel whats shes feeling now&lt;/strong&gt;. seriously. i hate it. but i appreciate many people. people that have a heart. for drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I am totally messed up. as in those kind of mixed up in a bottle and shake at 60 shakes/sec type of messed up. sometimes i wonder why god have to create me up this way. FUKING UPSET WITH MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; fucking upset with TIME too. hate wrong timings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; hate myself for not being smooth at times. Seriously, i would think i'm a total idiot after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Upset when i can't persuade, or convince or help someone i really care about. (lika total failure dope.)&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad. the person that i'm trying my best to make her feel happy, belonged and UNBORED... it's not working out well. really tragic here. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats worse than a FML? me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it, really Upset about the world, and myself. don't worry. I'll heal. HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3987796794116746674?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3987796794116746674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3987796794116746674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3987796794116746674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3987796794116746674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3987796794116746674' title='Upset.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8056860962717115058</id><published>2010-01-19T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:50:49.020+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscalax'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back pain'/><title type='text'>Watch my back!</title><content type='html'>Well hello again community. Altho i think no one reads this flying squirrel-revamped-background blog. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my back is getting better, but at a really slow pace. i mean like super slow. Everytime i lie on the bed, it's heaven. but when i sit or stand, HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yesterday Dad put on &lt;strong&gt;Muscalax&lt;/strong&gt; for my sprained back. MY GOSH SO HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 447px; HEIGHT: 277px" border="0" alt="Killer Muscalax" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/DSC00697.jpg" width="810" height="711" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing, called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muscalax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; IS &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE KILLER&lt;/span&gt;. putting this on your skin for your sprain or anything that involves muscles will leave you screaming or, if put on girls, crying. &lt;strong&gt;Seriously.&lt;/strong&gt; when my dad rubbed it on, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;literally felt like my back was on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not a metaphor or anything. really. another feeling would be the feeling&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; of your skin being teared off your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered, but endured. it doesn't do wonders either. And surprisingly, this morning, i was pescribed a new slab OF THIS by the DOC. HELP. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather stick ons like salonpas. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all, going school tomorrow, see how will my back be. OK OR NOT OK? I DUNNO. but NO PE!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8056860962717115058?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8056860962717115058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8056860962717115058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8056860962717115058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8056860962717115058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8056860962717115058' title='Watch my back!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3007257829466018291</id><published>2010-01-18T21:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T10:31:46.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Peekture for my About me Sidebar. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- sorry, can't find a decent pic to put up. only this. so i just reuse and recycle. Ciao! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3007257829466018291?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3007257829466018291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3007257829466018291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3007257829466018291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3007257829466018291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#3007257829466018291' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-206478782867583170</id><published>2010-01-17T22:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:12:45.771+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuck school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catgasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kittygasm'/><title type='text'>Wishing for the bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I WISH THE HOLIDAYS WILL NEVER END I DREAD SCHOOL LIKE A MADNESS NOW!!!1 TTM!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ fuck it. fuck school. i don't hate it coz of all the friends and company, (in fact they're the best part of iit) BUT, it like a fucking chore. whats worse, now i have a super annoying backache, i even need to put on a super cheena patch everynight and smell like a chinese medical herb shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheena medical herb uncle said i need Acupuncture at first, but i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;scaredy cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="kitten4" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/tumblrcat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;I probably looked like this, but not as cute. HAHA.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginating 10+ needles poking me near my butt irks me. so i tried the patch. but it didn't work much, i still feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i just created a new &lt;strong&gt;Fairfield English Drama Blog&lt;/strong&gt;, View it &lt;a href="http://fairfield-englishdrama.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; drama chums. (but it is still in serious construction.) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 533px; HEIGHT: 167px" border="0" alt="ZD" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/ZD.jpg" width="576" height="188" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Zooey Deschanel's birthday today. Awesome. I love you ZD. you're so pretty, i wish i knew you in person. if i did, i'll find you a great present. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a big crush on cat(or kittens i suppose) pictures again. Damn it. who could ever resist the cuteness of this cute little things? Well there is- &lt;strong&gt;Cheyenne the evil mudafucka killer of Kittens&lt;/strong&gt;. but not me, so I'm gonna &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPAM KITTY PIC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="kitten3" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/tumblrcat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="kitten1" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/tumblrcat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="kitten2" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/tumblrcat3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all this pics &lt;a href="http://swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(via Tumblr.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all, Bye Lovelies! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-206478782867583170?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/206478782867583170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=206478782867583170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/206478782867583170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/206478782867583170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#206478782867583170' title='Wishing for the bad.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-6974041265216578029</id><published>2010-01-17T20:39:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:21:15.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies i haven&apos;t watch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 514px; HEIGHT: 356px" border="0" alt="Tumblr post" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Tumblrpsot.jpg" width="523" height="326" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-6974041265216578029?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/6974041265216578029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=6974041265216578029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6974041265216578029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6974041265216578029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6974041265216578029' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5454980417637614969</id><published>2010-01-16T21:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:11:08.546+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Listening to Breakin' by AAR could bring me some really deep feelings. It's that super piercing sadness in your heart that breaks you down. but still, Gives You Hope, coz memories comes back."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I really wonder why. can you give me an Answer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5454980417637614969?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5454980417637614969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5454980417637614969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5454980417637614969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5454980417637614969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#5454980417637614969' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-438014288872735743</id><published>2010-01-11T20:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:12:01.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Long meaningful post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essentials for everyone.'/><title type='text'>Essentials for everyone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post_title"&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE READ THIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;no matter what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(i know it's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; long&lt;/span&gt;, but just try and read it. it helps you, like a chicken soup. and it's Really Really mind appalingly TRUE. I'm gonna use this as reference now.)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Secrets of a Good Relationship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether you’re in Love or not, I think this could be applicable to any kind of relationship: family, friends or significant other. It’s a good read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Trust is a very important factor for all relationships. When trust is broken, it is the end of the relationship. Lack of trust leads to suspicion, suspicion generates anger, anger causes enmity and enmity may result in separation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A telephone operator told me that one day she received a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered, “Public Utilities Board.”&lt;br /&gt;There was silence. She repeated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“PUB.”&lt;br /&gt;There was still no answer. When she was going to cut off the line, she Heard a lady’s voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, SO THIS IS PUB. Sorry, I got the number from my Husband’s pocket but I do not know whose number it is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without mutual trust, just imagine what will happen to the couple if the telephone operator answered with just “hello” instead of “PUB”… &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;NO POINTING FINGERS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man asked his father-in-law,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Many people praised you for a successful marriage. Could you please share with me your secret?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father-in-law answered in a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;“Never criticize your wife for her shortcomings or when she does something wrong. Always bear in mind that because of her shortcomings and weaknesses, she could not find a better husband than you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all look forward to being loved and respected. Many people are afraid of losing face. Generally, when a person makes a mistake, he would look around to find a scapegoat to point the finger at. This is the start of a war. We should always remember that when we point one finger at a person, the other four fingers are pointing at ourselves. If we forgive the others, others will &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ignore our mistake too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CREATING PERFECT RELATIONSHIPS?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;A person visited the government matchmaker for marriage, SDU, and requested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am looking for a spouse. Please help me to find a suitable one.”&lt;br /&gt;The SDU officer said, “Your requirements, please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Oh, good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable, good in singing and dancing. Willing to accompany me the whole day at home, during my leisure hour &amp;amp; if I don’t go out. Telling me interesting stories when I need companion for conversation and be silent when I want to rest.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer listened carefully and replied, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I understand you need television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a saying that a perfect match can only be found between a blind wife and a deaf husband, because the blind wife cannot see the faults of the husband and the deaf husband cannot hear the nagging of the wife. Many couples are blind and deaf at the courting stage and dream of perpetual perfect relationship. Unfortunately, when the excitement of love wears off, they wake up and discover that marriage is not a bed of roses. The nightmare begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO OVERPOWERING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships fail because one party tries to overpower another, or demands too much. People in love tend to think that love will conquer all and their spouses will change the bad habits after marriage. Actually, this is not the case. There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“It is easier to reshape a mountain or a river than a person’s character.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to change. Thus, having high expectation on changing the spouse character will cause disappointment and unpleasantness. It would be less painful to change ourselves and lower our expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RIGHT SPEECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;There is a Chinese saying which carries the meaning that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;“A speech will either prosper or ruin a nation.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many relationships break off because of wrong speech. When a couple is too close with each other, we always forget mutual respect and courtesy. We may say anything without considering if it would hurt the other party. A friend and her millionaire husband visited their construction site. A worker who wore a helmet saw her and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi, Emily! Remember me? We used to date in the secondary school.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, her millionaire husband teased her,&lt;br /&gt;“Luckily you married me. Otherwise you will be the wife of a construction worker.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered, “You should appreciate that you married me. Other wise, he will be the millionaire and not you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frequently exchanging these remarks plants the seed for a bad relationship. It’s like a broken egg - cannot be reversed. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL PERCEPTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Different people have different perception. One man’s meat could be another man’s poison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple bought a donkey from the market. On the way home, a boy commented,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very stupid. Why neither of them ride on the donkey?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing that, the husband let the wife ride on the donkey. He walked besides them.       Later, an old man saw it and commented,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The husband is the head of family. How can the wife ride on the donkey while the husband is on foot?”&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, the wife quickly got down and let the husband ride on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further on the way home, they met an old Lady. She commented, “How can the man ride on the donkey but let the wife walk. He is no gentleman.” The husband thus quickly asked the wife to join him on the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they met a young man. He commented, “Poor donkey, how can you hold up the weight of two persons. They are cruel to you.” Hearing that, the husband and wife immediately climbed down from the donkey and carried it on their shoulders. It seems to be the only choice left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, on a narrow bridge, the donkey was frightened and struggled. They lost their balance and fell into the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never have everyone praise you, nor will everyone condemn you. Never in the past, not at present, and never will be in the future. Thus, do not be too bothered by others words if our conscience is clear.&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE PATIENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a true story which happened in the States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy’s hands into pulp as punishment.            When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital. Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy’s hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the boy woke up from the surgery &amp;amp; saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;“Daddy, I’m sorry about your truck.” Then he asked, “but when are my fingers going to grow back?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father went home &amp;amp; committed suicide.Think about this story the next time someone steps on your feet or you wish to take revenge. Think first before you lose your patience with someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trucks can be repaired. Broken bones &amp;amp; hurt feelings often can’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we fail to recognize the difference between the person and the performance. We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge.People make mistakes. We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage will haunt us forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-438014288872735743?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/438014288872735743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=438014288872735743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/438014288872735743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/438014288872735743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#438014288872735743' title='Essentials for everyone.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-1684929791585397232</id><published>2010-01-11T14:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:39:31.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short update.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. short update here. hence the missing title. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of the worse days of 2010, I almost failed my damned hair check. fuck it. don't wanna talk about it anymore but i got off with a close shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damed, Homework's starting to pile up like a mad. and today is the day. gonna get real busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, ate lunch and attended the O level results collection but it wasn't for us. WASTE OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But going out later for dinner with the drama exco, which is rather stupid coz i'm not one of them but Miss Yong wants me to come. she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she long time never see me and wants to talk to me&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but anyway i agreed to go coz it's dinner at FUSIONOPOLIS!!!! one place that i dearly miss. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see if i can come back and update. check my Tumblr out &amp;amp; Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAHA the meeting was just FUNNY. super. And found out our new Drama teacher is mrs Tan, the one who was a teacher in charge of Choir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Lol. i wasn't that surprised, i don't even know her. but the whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Drama Exco meeting went well.  :DD not bad, will attend to this kinda thing more. New Secretary would be Venessa, Logistics will be Joey. That's all i can only reveal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soup &amp;amp; spoon was good. except the salad/colesaw. HORRIBLE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-1684929791585397232?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/1684929791585397232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=1684929791585397232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1684929791585397232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1684929791585397232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#1684929791585397232' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8080253753114458277</id><published>2010-01-09T23:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:50:37.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song compilations and short update.'/><title type='text'>Indifference tides over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;"Whats this about? I figured love would shine through.&lt;br /&gt;We've lost romance, this world has turned so see through.&lt;br /&gt;Open your mind, believe it's going to come true.&lt;br /&gt;Keep romance alive, and hope she's going to tell you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"In a clear view there’s a silhouette&lt;br /&gt;and I watch you and I can’t forget,&lt;br /&gt;Knew we were done when you locked that door.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I figured it out now,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking’s what the heart is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see you in a silhouette,&lt;br /&gt;And you hold close,&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel regret?&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me down when I hit that floor.&lt;br /&gt;And I figured it out girl.&lt;br /&gt;Breakings what your heart is for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"You can pace around the world 'til you believe.&lt;br /&gt;And when your eyes light up the skies tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;You'll never gonna find your wayback to me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got an irritating throat. It hurts and it kinda feels like it's swelling up again and i'm going to get sick. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIT. hate swelling tonsils. i wanna cut them out but it will decrease my body defences by two times. Haiz.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated my tumblr like a mad tumblr addict. check it out &lt;a href="http://swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going out tomorrow. bye!&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/6308764168632477618-8080253753114458277?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8080253753114458277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8080253753114458277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8080253753114458277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8080253753114458277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#8080253753114458277' title='Indifference tides over.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-6917845555536663625</id><published>2010-01-09T21:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:33:38.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster is dead.'/><title type='text'>Friendster ruins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Watch This!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="490" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mFJdOsjJ0k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7mFJdOsjJ0k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="490" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i find this Awesomely True and FUNNY, dontcha think?  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-6917845555536663625?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/6917845555536663625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=6917845555536663625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6917845555536663625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6917845555536663625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#6917845555536663625' title='Friendster ruins.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2309665108173428132</id><published>2010-01-06T21:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T23:31:20.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short update.'/><title type='text'>3 days a great 1.</title><content type='html'>Hello &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;chums.&lt;/span&gt; how's your schoolin' goin'?&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, short update here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; I'm voted Deputy class chairman for GOD knows how, or should i say, dunno who are the ones who voted (I know one of then is YUN hahaha) but, trust me i'm not a single bit proud of it at all. i find the extra class work a pain in... Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@&lt;/strong&gt; I dunno if it's coz we just got to know each other or something else thats why relationships are still rather hostile at the moment, but just 3 days into school and i have a few new terrible teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; One is my Chemistry Teacher, who has, compared to mr Firhad( my previous one) a character 4 times worse. she's epic strict, thinks we're still sec 2's or something and has super annoying voice. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Second is my F &amp;amp; N teacher, at first i thought she was gonna be a really cool one but GOSH SO HELP ME, she isn't. straight away i know after her first ever lesson i know that my F&amp;amp; N classes are gonna suck. she speaks like a sergeant, teaches like a sergeant and...everything lah. I think everytime we go and cook, it'll be like HELLS KITCHEN. seriously. it's that bad. and i already got a friend condemned by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the lighter side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, days are goin well, so far so good, 2010 hasn't failed me. :D GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a bunch of sec ones today. they all make me start to remember all my immature days in secondary school. Small sized equals cute here. so they are CUTE. deal with it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUTT, straight away when i walked into a class there's this indian girl with a UNIBROW. .----.&lt;br /&gt; i honestly didn't know till Yun mentioned. I Laughed to that. XD then there's this fat attention-seeking-final-stage-ADHD boy that's &lt;strong&gt;freaking annoying&lt;/strong&gt; me off. I'm nice, so i didn''t show any emotions. But once Julia and Yun said that he looks like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Buddha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and he shows that &lt;em&gt;'huh what you all talking abt?'&lt;/em&gt; face I LAUGHED LIKE a mad. lika LMAO. XD seriously, he REALLY LOOKS like one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sec ones are awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Just don't appear, person i don't want to see. thank you. coz i think you will be the biggest reason to spoil my 2010 year. :D&lt;br /&gt;Can you sense sarcasm through text? NO. so it's cool and i don't give a shit if you do. sorry. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol this is the longest short update. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2309665108173428132?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2309665108173428132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2309665108173428132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2309665108173428132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2309665108173428132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#2309665108173428132' title='3 days a great 1.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7541329591196805037</id><published>2010-01-02T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:18:28.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recap of 2009'/><title type='text'>Good recap video of '09!</title><content type='html'>Enjoy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKYe1KiwywE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKYe1KiwywE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just great. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; also, updated the tunes box &amp;amp; About me box &amp;amp;&amp;amp; TUMBLR!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7541329591196805037?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7541329591196805037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7541329591196805037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7541329591196805037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7541329591196805037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7541329591196805037' title='Good recap video of &apos;09!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8936044549033116421</id><published>2009-12-31T21:56:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:28:59.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010 post'/><title type='text'>~Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 534px; HEIGHT: 160px" border="0" alt="new year" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Happyny.gif" width="582" height="164" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a great year. it was really really awesome yet as shitty as hell. in a few hours time, it'll be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and everybody will sing the song Auld Lang Syne happily. i've been blogging for a year. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AN ENTIRE YEAR. which is AWESOME. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A new year, A new start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What i wish for next year is that it will be way better than 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; As it also marks a brand new &lt;strong&gt;DECADE.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epic coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved &lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;. it was one of the years thast represent the best time of my life. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sec 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike &lt;strong&gt;sec 1,&lt;/strong&gt; coz everybody was so immature and super hostile towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;especially the first time i got to know 1h. but as time go by, many of us has became best of friends. &lt;strong&gt;I HATE my sec 2 life&lt;/strong&gt;. it was one of the most lousiest time, the time of total LAZINESS outta me. i was one helluva ass, i didn't attend MANY cca's and i hated MRS JEAN HO. the only thing great of my sec 2 life was that i met a really pretty girl, and the funfair for my class was ran by me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm really proud of myself in 2009. And my sec 3 life, Brilliant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I made many many new (and close)friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- 3H, one of the best class i will ever be in, was formed&lt;br /&gt;- I met 3 awesome bubbly girls and their friends.&lt;br /&gt;- I got the main role in drama &amp;amp; even won SYF gold. i attended more NCC sea trainings than before.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Vietnam with the best friends on earth to go with.&lt;br /&gt;- PRSF(power rangers swine force) was formed in Vietnam.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;I was promoted to 3rd sergent in camp(hell)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- GreengreenRedred was formed.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; i was devoted to almost everything.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I passed the whole of sec 3 final year exam.&lt;br /&gt;- I found out MANY awesome friends that i love.&lt;br /&gt;- I found out not many people can be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Learnt to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- I found out the cruel reality. and that our expectations may not be reality.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I MET&lt;strong&gt; TUMBLR! &lt;/strong&gt;(through Yun.)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Marilyn came back for three times. :)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; I walked almost the whole of TOWN(orchard and it's suroundings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Liked someone, Hated someone.&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyed someone, hated by someone, loved by someone.&lt;br /&gt;- My family managed to go through the whole year healthy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; some of my relatives died.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Got MW2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;kept this blog alive till now coz my hope still hasn't faded out&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I Shared the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(all those in bold have a greater impact in my 2009 life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this happened are all significant, engraved on my heart and memory forever till i hit the grave. I love the people that brought all the emotions to my life, be it negative or positive, Coz these people have taught me to become a stronger, and a better person. god bless you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i'm also blessed with readers of this blog. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; how is&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gonna be? Bad? Good? Better? or way better? I honestly dunno. but i think it will be the BEST.(just saying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 227px" border="0" alt="new year" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Hregaerh.gif" width="463" height="245" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blogging will still continue next year i think. but i think lesser. like 3 times lesser.&lt;br /&gt;Coz i wanna just focus on my N levels and pass everything. next year, NC16 &amp;amp; sec 4!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to 2010, better not fail me! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8936044549033116421?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8936044549033116421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8936044549033116421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8936044549033116421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8936044549033116421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8936044549033116421' title='~Goodbye 2009, Hello 2010!~'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7840292825778651156</id><published>2009-12-31T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:51:15.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earnings'/><title type='text'>Earnings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Earning!" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Nuffnan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! my first dollar earned through nuffnang! XD so queer. dunno how did i even earn it.&lt;br /&gt;But it took what felt like a decade to even earn a dollar, i wonder when i will collect 50 dollars from them man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all, i'm rather stoked by the find, but anyway, will blog later about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;title's even ready! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then, see ya! :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7840292825778651156?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7840292825778651156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7840292825778651156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7840292825778651156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7840292825778651156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7840292825778651156' title='Earnings!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8461925421379662115</id><published>2009-12-31T20:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:55:58.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Girls; Demons from hell that feed on the souls of men. Always get what they want. Are known to be nice to men only in myths. Play evil tricks and commit evil acts. Girls contain the emotional stability of a rhino on a unicycle balancing on a tightrope made of fishing string. They can be sweet and loving one second and ...become hostile and filled with rage the next second. (their true identity).'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-via &lt;a href="http://http//www.facebook.com/#/uglycreations?ref=nf"&gt;Alexandra Fabian Yap&lt;/a&gt; 's facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPIC TRUE MANZ OMG. But not all lah, some are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;angels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8461925421379662115?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8461925421379662115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8461925421379662115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8461925421379662115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8461925421379662115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8461925421379662115' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7421203319277008738</id><published>2009-12-30T20:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:50:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suprising.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 440px; HEIGHT: 463px" border="0" alt="nuff2" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Nuff-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so awesome, i dunno who could it be but i guess one of them from the united states should be... @&lt;a href="http://www.thingsgohazy.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;thingsgohazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Anyway, getting really busy, starting the new year, I may... get a haircut tomorrow at a salon WOOOO. better than a damn barber that cuts bullshit hairstyles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="LOLS!" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/BTkky0Aujr2p3ip5pwiHFFAho1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new years starting, hope that it'll be better than 2009, coz 2009 was one helluva shitty year. I must say that my sec 3 life is the best and most enjoyable of all time, so i hope that sec 4 would be better. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. will post again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7421203319277008738?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7421203319277008738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7421203319277008738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7421203319277008738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7421203319277008738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7421203319277008738' title='suprising.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2447753327365628730</id><published>2009-12-29T20:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:48:12.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm battling myself with decisions. should I, or should i not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a precious jewel. but now it's broken. but i still love it and tresure it.&lt;br /&gt;Throw it in the rubbish bin or keep it as it still has a value, (memories?)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shit happens, so i'm gonna take a poo. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;color:red;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(All these are not literal, but just a figure of speech.&lt;b&gt; I&lt;/b&gt; is not me.&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;view my updated Tumblr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2447753327365628730?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2447753327365628730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2447753327365628730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2447753327365628730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2447753327365628730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#2447753327365628730' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3335826468424733709</id><published>2009-12-29T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T05:44:07.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Generally it's an...</title><content type='html'>Wassup Chaps! another time i can update my blog, coz my dad gives me time tables for using computer, which&amp;nbsp; i felt that it was really really unnecessary. So, i have usage (5 am- 12pm). VERY REASONABLE EH? ME DAD? -.-&lt;br /&gt;Any way, had a great Christmas, but the holidays wasn't that good, i'm sure i gained a few kgs from all the food, didn't do much exercise, Very unhealthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got school coming up, which really sucks, i gotta prepare uniform, shoes, books, stuffs, all the boring shit. but still was happy , coz my mom went out with my to get a&amp;nbsp; pair of school shoes, it really looked great, then we went to get some burmudas, which i really really lack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ and yeah, i kinda fell in love with indie fashion, except the scarf part. so i'm aiming my fashion orientation to INDIE. but have you ever seen an indie FATASS? no so i gotta lose some damn weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sometime wish i can manage life like how Earl does it in My name is Earl, doing up a to do list and make sure it is done. it's really good actually, though it's looks simple. i can put my mind at rest and not worry much as i got it on paper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it'll be a really long list anyway. :D N levels will be an EPIC one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out my Uncle, the outsider who married my aunt is a madman, seriously. i wouldn't lie and joke about stuffs on my blog. I once hated one of my little cousin so much. but now i sympathy him. it's really sad to have a Lousy, and shitty and voilent and robotic and miserable and crazy man as your dad. my heart goes out to you lil cuz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post coming up, Things i want to say to people but i'll stay anonymous. great idea to vent anger. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3335826468424733709?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3335826468424733709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3335826468424733709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3335826468424733709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3335826468424733709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3335826468424733709' title='Generally it&apos;s an...'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8275013583507466190</id><published>2009-12-26T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:23:51.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Another random thought'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Know what she Hates &amp;amp; you'll know what she Loves.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A random thought that came to my mind while i was cooking spaghetti during Christmas. tried remembering it till now, i succeeded. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8275013583507466190?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8275013583507466190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8275013583507466190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8275013583507466190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8275013583507466190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8275013583507466190' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-1357840848382718808</id><published>2009-12-26T01:47:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T00:29:40.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#b6d7a8;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#38761d;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;EVERYONE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-although its late but still, WISHES TO YOU FAITHFUL READERS hahah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ I've got lots to blog about but no time. :( so next time ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="All i want for christmas" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/christmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is &lt;strong&gt;Awesome&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I wouldn't mind! :D it's found on random in Tumblr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-1357840848382718808?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/1357840848382718808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=1357840848382718808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1357840848382718808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1357840848382718808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1357840848382718808' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-6624604695594797286</id><published>2009-12-18T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:05:30.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor momsen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Updates and happenings, Y'all.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hello there again chaps. i'm unhealthy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ well, i changed my stuffs in my tunes box, And ain't it cool? Mixpod now has the ipod touch skin fo the player. Woo! so i choose it, and cause it's like an ipod, it's more convienient to put more songs inside. now, it even supports VIDEO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAA! no need to put youtube shitzzz. :D&lt;br /&gt;Also, i have stopped the autoplay on that thing, coz i got feedback, and i found out that not many people like coming to a blog and suddenly music plays loudly on thier computer (when they least notice it and has their speakers on full blast) I know how you feel friends. it shocks me and i'll turn it off immediately. :D so now, you can just choose whether you wanna listen or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ I'm currently addicted to many AAR songs, i don't know why, it's just so relative. and nice to singalong. Also, Michael Buble's Haven't Met You Yet. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it's cause both songs are astoundingly similar to my relations to Joyce Cooper. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ I'm gonna slowly take one step at a time at doing up my blog. the next thing i'm gonna do is to update my profile box. but i need to get some inspirations to make it perfect, hehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ Also, Was Just back from GreengreenRedred's Christmas Stayover! It was great. the whole stayover was like stayover at a holiday inn with your close friends. We played my XBOX 360 there, the games, MW2 and Simpsons. HAHAA! i can't believe between this two, they prefer MW2. coz MW2 is rather violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ went to gym to workout, i must say i'm extremely disappointed with my fitness performance. i think roughly, i only burned 600-800 calories. coz, i runned 480 calories on the treadmill, and the rest on weightlifting i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@I'm looking forward to&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; lovely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #006600;"&gt;christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ I am more and more active Over at Tumblr nowadays. so remember to head there to see updates. i also post some of my 'things' ther already so it's better. :D Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To end this off &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Beautifully,&lt;/span&gt; i'll ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" height="360" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Taylor.jpg" style="height: 360px; width: 420px;" width="420" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post a pic of &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Taylor Momsen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this picture of her is proof to every girl that over-applying &lt;strong&gt;Eyeliner &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Mascara&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes doesn't make you look prettier. only a little... hotter. :D&lt;br /&gt;Coz She look &lt;strong&gt;so much more beautiful without the black stuffs&lt;/strong&gt; around her eyes. No offence though, those girls reading, if you put on makeup to make yourself look more appealing, go ahead, it's a good thing. We boys &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it. Just not too much though, coz sometimes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;'Natural' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is still the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-6624604695594797286?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/6624604695594797286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=6624604695594797286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6624604695594797286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/6624604695594797286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#6624604695594797286' title='Updates and happenings, Y&apos;all.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8040903676443274416</id><published>2009-12-18T00:12:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:25:19.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'Nothing Lasts Forever.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. no matter how long relationships can get, one day the feelings will erode. Unless both parties know how to forgive and forget, Give and Take and Understand each other, it wouldn't last long. Same goes for everything. One day it will Rot and Decompose. unless something strong is an element.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8040903676443274416?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8040903676443274416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8040903676443274416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8040903676443274416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8040903676443274416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8040903676443274416' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-1498381703475234197</id><published>2009-12-16T02:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:27:16.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Either she's an evil, emotionless, miserable human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;being, or... she's a robot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Tom Hansen from (500) days of Summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Believe it or not&lt;/span&gt;, I swear i thought the same way. I keep asking myself whether Joyce Cooper is a Robot or not. Cause i suspect she's a robot made by those asshole scientists to experiment on kind and nice but easily confused guys. Really. I speak from my heart. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-1498381703475234197?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/1498381703475234197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=1498381703475234197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1498381703475234197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1498381703475234197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#1498381703475234197' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7395693098549624316</id><published>2009-12-16T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T01:41:02.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/SyfJ43uUHtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/05ElqmNtVb4/s1600-h/tumblr_kuhxhnHrDY1qzzxppo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/SyfJ43uUHtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/05ElqmNtVb4/s400/tumblr_kuhxhnHrDY1qzzxppo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415519055804374738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is a bitch.  Dreams are what we really really wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7395693098549624316?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7395693098549624316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7395693098549624316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7395693098549624316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7395693098549624316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#7395693098549624316' title=''/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/SyfJ43uUHtI/AAAAAAAAAdo/05ElqmNtVb4/s72-c/tumblr_kuhxhnHrDY1qzzxppo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3912250845247334192</id><published>2009-12-15T02:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:19:30.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkerbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marilyn'/><title type='text'>HelloGoodbye Tinkerbell!</title><content type='html'>Met &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yestersday night. I must say i was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY OVERJOYED&lt;/span&gt;. it's like, seeing someone that has been missing all this time. the feeling is like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;having a lost puzzle piece fixed back into your life.&lt;/span&gt; She seemed really really busy then though. like she needs to sent and fetch people. but we managed to sit down properly and talk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i saw her i was like OMG!!! inside. i felt like i had a bomb inside that was about to go off, but never did. like  the urge to scream WOW TINKERBELLLLLLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilynMarilyn!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbellTinkerbell!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks the same, sounds the same,(haha!) and was like totally flourished with Auzzie-ness. and i must say she's different from the last time she came back. Really. this time it was awkward and stuffs, but at that time i really didn't want that to happen coz i wanted to make best of the time we have (3-4) hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how she felt. but i'm sure she's happy to see us, although she said she felt 'wierd'. I dunno, i can't point out Sarcasms. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we took lots of photos, some with instant film, and some through DSLR. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I SOO regretted that i didn't take a personal pic with her with the POLARIOD!!!&lt;/span&gt; i had one with Yun Xin in my wallet. but it needs another one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but taking pics after that Was super fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will definitely just miss her again. and this is when Internet comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 331px; height: 498px;" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/14636_241444009907_798619907_443785.jpg" alt="Loysius &amp;amp;amp; Marilyn. :D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Pan &amp;amp; Tinkerbell. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Here's my wish: I wish Marilyn was in Singapore, and just as close as i am to the GreengreenRedred Clique. (trust me we're really close.) and even better, being a member of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i understand. if she had  a choice, she would. Anyways, i think she's living a great life in Australia &amp;amp; i'm really glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Good Luck and take cares in Whatever you do Tinkerbell! and remember that i'll never forget you and the times we spent. even though you are SO FAR&gt; haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;See You next time, Best Friend! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3912250845247334192?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3912250845247334192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3912250845247334192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3912250845247334192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3912250845247334192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#3912250845247334192' title='HelloGoodbye Tinkerbell!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8300313682734752695</id><published>2009-12-14T23:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T03:10:10.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Changes'/><title type='text'>Drastic Changes. Savvy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well hello people.\i'm blogging live from Abrams House. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some fedbacks from people since September saying that my blog is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- TOO LONG! so we all like ,too long, didn't bother reading. :D&lt;br /&gt;- It's all wordy! and all so CHIM english. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Freak, pics please!&lt;br /&gt;- your fonts arh, DAMN SMALL! (&lt;em&gt;wtf&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Y you never change Blogskins one, slowly it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ just in case you haven't notice, my posts are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUCH MUCH&lt;/span&gt; shorter nowadays. you may even notice more Pictures too. Amen to that whiners, i don't write too much already. I'll just put all my Joyce Cooper stuffs aside for a little while, Everyone needs a breather once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ I don't wanna change this blogskin, coz I have a reason so suck it up, if you wanna read my blog, you want to know about me. not look at flashing lights and fancy stuffs as backgrounds. It's the contents that matters, people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ I love tumblr now, and will try my best to access it anyhow. so i'm more active there. Oh Yeah, i'm more active on Twitter too. Remember the 2 T's? Twitter and Tumblr. HAHAHA\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ randomly watched a ANTM episode at 3 am, it's an episode which has Tyra banks acts as a homecoming queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/ANTM.jpg" style="height: 331px; width: 248px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated: i just noticed she(that african american girl)&amp;nbsp;modeled for this picture. HAAAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yeah. i dunno what cycle that was. i can't sleep so i watched it anyway. so then they were sent to a room and waiting to be interviewed or something. then this african american girl starts calling another girl a ghetto with a bad tone. then a quarrel starts. then another girl came in and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 1:&lt;/span&gt; I know i'm a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;African American Girl:&lt;/span&gt; oh so you're a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girl 1:&lt;/span&gt; yeah i know but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;African American Girl:&lt;/span&gt; so can i call you a bitch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl 1:&lt;/span&gt; NO you can't! #@!#^%$#%^&amp;amp;$^%*^&amp;amp;$^*$#^%#&amp;amp;^&amp;amp;#%&amp;amp;%#^&amp;amp;^%$%#%$&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fight almost started lol. then, when that african american came back from the interview, she talked to another girl, and gradually revealed her secret: She's Circumcised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen the whole room of Girls that hated her went to hug her. and some cried for her. i wondered why suddenly like that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at the drastic change in the attitudes between the two strangers. at one time they hate, and another, giving love. which explains my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="omg Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k40/BHargrove1218/cats%20and%20Dogs/omg.jpg" style="height: 259px; width: 261px;" /&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/6308764168632477618-8300313682734752695?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8300313682734752695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8300313682734752695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8300313682734752695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8300313682734752695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8300313682734752695' title='Drastic Changes. Savvy?'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k40/BHargrove1218/cats%20and%20Dogs/th_omg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-12884041232402146</id><published>2009-12-12T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:57:17.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor momsen'/><title type='text'>The Fishes. Oh.Em.Gee.</title><content type='html'>YOU SIR, is mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 1 more day to meeting Tinkerbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ OMG NEW ON DA LISTE - Taylor Momsen. i know i'm crazy. i know i'm rather slow. i know i'm not as updated as all you people are. but HELL THIS GIRL IS GORGEOUS. to my eyes for that matter. I'm in LOVE wit her. :D People can dream can they? and Pretty girls really have that gift of magical magnetism to attract. seriously. this goes to show that Women is the best thing since Men. Lovely. perfecto creation. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 383px; HEIGHT: 509px" border="0" alt="Taylor Momsen" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Taylormomsen.jpg" width="395" height="559" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-12884041232402146?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/12884041232402146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=12884041232402146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/12884041232402146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/12884041232402146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#12884041232402146' title='The Fishes. Oh.Em.Gee.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-486320348757617803</id><published>2009-12-12T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:57:48.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secret.'/><title type='text'>Sign up.</title><content type='html'>So hello again. i'll try making this a short post. and yeah. i dunno if it's too late or early, but i wanna show you how Joyce Cooper looks like, but before that, let's just say you can just imagine her appearence for the time being. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ My dad just got virus in (his/my) computer, and in just one month it has to be sent for repair. this goes to show that not only I can spoil computers, even he himself. so yeah. he always think that i go to facebook and messenger will attract viruses. HELL NOT, his china websites(dirty) he browse are a HELLUVA Computer killing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ just signed up for Magma, i heard it from @mememolly through rocketboom, and i tot it was rather fine. :D I'm gonna show the video below.&lt;br /&gt;@ Also, i wanna change my profile stuffs on left the side of the page already. it's just so.... Queer. and i also wanna feature a PIC of me. :D&lt;br /&gt;@ Yes, just to tell you remaining viewers of my blog, my tumblelog is now frequently updated. y? coz i missed it ALOT. so go check it out at the sidebar, or &lt;a href="http://swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ and yes, i suddenly feel that i have a secret (pic) crush on a REALLY (well, i think you would agree too if you saw her) really Cute, pretty and petite lil girl that i didn't notice at all during my whole secondary school life. it's like "oh it's _______. yeah. no biggie. hello." BUT now it's like, OMG HOT/CUTE/BEAUTY and stuffs. AHHH fuck it. i'm starting to brag and make this really long. she's my 'Joyce Cooper'. but.... she has a dude... i think. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heres the video:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zX_yRF_-mOs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zX_yRF_-mOs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-486320348757617803?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/486320348757617803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=486320348757617803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/486320348757617803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/486320348757617803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#486320348757617803' title='Sign up.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8941485106420560315</id><published>2009-12-10T23:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:01:49.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Europe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures.'/><title type='text'>Snow Angels, Make Believe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" alt="Snow angels" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/JL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY OH MY OH MY. this is a pic i got from Tumblr. Love this pic. Firstly, it immediately reminds me of my days in &lt;strong&gt;Europe&lt;/strong&gt;. Lovely. simply Lovely. especially &lt;em&gt;Interlaken, Switzerland&lt;/em&gt;. The snow falling in the streets of Swiss makes it really romantic. My 10 day trip to Europe is actually for honeymooners or couples, and (yeah when i was there there were many lovebirds), i chose this tour package coz it was cheap, and i so so so wanted to go to Europe. So yeah. it was a really romantic trip that i wished i went with someone else that i love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WENT WITH MY MOM. =.= FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, How i &lt;em&gt;WISH&lt;/em&gt; i can do this with (Joyce Cooper) in Switzerland! And the right place will be at the top of Mt. Titlis! that would be the most happiest day of my life, like, doing it with her would feel like &lt;em&gt;HEAVEN&lt;/em&gt;; And also, to be with her on a Europe trip to France, Switzerland and Germany . coz i know that she would love to go to those countries too. n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up! Updated my tumblr like madness! go &lt;a href="http://swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;to see many cool pictures! :D thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8941485106420560315?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8941485106420560315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8941485106420560315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8941485106420560315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8941485106420560315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8941485106420560315' title='Snow Angels, Make Believe.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-424809617096185040</id><published>2009-12-07T23:30:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:19:00.171+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starstrukk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paradox'/><title type='text'>I (lesser than 3) US.</title><content type='html'>Right, this goes on as a conversation as i remembered, it's about a week ago, i think. Me and Joyce Cooper was chowing at Anchorpoint KFC. i found out that it was a really good time to ask her a question, the QUESTION i have been longing for an answer. But I took it slow, i dunno if you can actually read the whole conversation but, this is how it went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled down on the table and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; wow. you're just eating a Shroom burger? is that really enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah. what's wrong? i'm not like you, eating so much. i'm a girl ok, and Cheese fries are so unhealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; hey i'm h-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; and Just thinking of it makes me feel fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; erm can we like, talk later and start eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; oh yeah heh, sure. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~a moment later, after finishing our meals...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm, Joyce, i don't mean to be like all PIGLET and ask stupid questions to reassure friendship and stuffs, but QQ, quick question, what am i to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; What?... huh, why are you asking that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm no i'm just curious... you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; You're my good friend! *smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; heh, nah i just... wait you mean thats all?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; mmhmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But.. then why do i feel that you're treating me more than just the simple term, 'Friends?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; what? what terms??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; cause, erm, it's kinda like best friends BUT, you call me out more than your other girl friends, you tell me secrets that you haven't told a soul before, you love the songs i love, we clikc really well, you confide me when you're in trouble with bitches, you also treat me differently from other guys you're around with... and, i can sense that you trust me more than... you know, many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;what? ain't that true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; No... I treat you like that coz i know you can be trus-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; i know you don't want us to be in relationships and all but, do you secretly... treat me like you know... a BF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHAHA! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; AYEheh, whats so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; a BF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah you know, meaning boyfriend-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; AAH! best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh... so i didn't stand a chance, Your Royal Highness. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; haha, NO, when did i say that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, then why? why ? why all this nice treatment? why can't we just-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; well, treating you special and or nice doesn't mean we anything out of the norm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; no, hey no, why can't we just say we're in a relationship openly like... okay, i know you don't want to be labelled, you don't like relationships, and ALSO, why are you always treating my like so mean and ICE cold when-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; Hehh BECAUSE YOU .....j&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lsihtekliluenkshtrjsojltjl&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? why are you mumbling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; Cause you &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...lsihtekstlilinenkshKtrjojljl...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; O.o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah nevermind lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dunno what she was trying to imply, but i continued on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But Joyce, it's agonizing for me to be like all, it's... it's like cheese fries, the fries will only taste Brilliant and delicious when it is coated with cheese and Mayo, and without it it's just plain and boring. I have lived almost, if not, all the days in total silence, away from you an-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; Loysius, it's cheese fries not love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; wait let me finish..,And when all the days are added up together, it's like... THREE months, Joyce. or even more than that. i even lost count, and also, i have never been mean or douchy towards you, but you treat me like i'm some invisible asshole, how can a man like me EVER not go SANE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; LOYSIUS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; sheesh! ok. what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop being so DELUSIONAL please?! it ain't that complic-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT? i am? i'm not and thats bullshit. I've been driven up the wall and i hope you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; OK then STOP OVERTHINKING, please! can you just calm down alittle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; shit... okay, i'm so sorry... alright calmiming down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; You know what. we should stop doing this all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; stop what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; Look, Loy, all we do is argue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; NO, not all the time... well ok. i'm sorry, i just lost it just now, but seriously i'm confused and stuff you know. I had many sleepless nights and had wierd drea-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA. you chill first. and-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ok i'm chilli-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; SHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; :X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked into her bag and took out a small piece of paper and started writing something on it. i was AGAIN, confused and curious about what she was doing, but i kept quiet and watched her closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after writing, she folded it, grabbed my hands and stuffed it in, and closed my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; read this Loy! and have fun finding the answer. :D and finish your meal. i have to go oreadi, have to go meet my brother. take cares, and bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? wait... Bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... AND she walked off. i unfolded the paper and read it. this is what &lt;strong&gt;it said&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 445px; HEIGHT: 231px" border="0" alt="J's Card" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/JsCard.jpg" width="458" height="258" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;well, i obeyed, and flipped the piece of paper. then&lt;strong&gt; it said&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="J's Card back" src="http://i872.photobucket.com/albums/ab289/Loylzues/Jscardback.jpg" width="412" height="250" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: FFFfUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-424809617096185040?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/424809617096185040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=424809617096185040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/424809617096185040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/424809617096185040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#424809617096185040' title='I (lesser than 3) US.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8662503175932057597</id><published>2009-12-07T23:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T01:12:22.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Characters of bluetackstickerglue.'/><title type='text'>Characters Of Bluetackstickerglue.</title><content type='html'>Hello readers. I'm BACK! and if you want to hear the way i'm chanting I'M BACK right now, go and listen to Ashley Tisdale's- I'm Back and you'll get the idea. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oyce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Mad Dreamer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;movie review Loy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bitchin' Loy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(These are the characters that will frequently come out this December. :D they are significant characters that are Created by the wonderful ME.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that's all for this post, Two more posts coming up, i'll post them together. It's both about Joyce Cooper. :D and also, another upcoming post, it's on my Christmas holidays, and current stuffs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, Updated my TUMBLR!! :D check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.swissknifescissors.tumblr.com/"&gt;Swissknifescissors!&lt;/a&gt; thank you! :D i love it when people view my stuffs. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and to end off this post with a smile for you people, i'll end off with &lt;strong&gt;annoying orange 3&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjdBCeUdAmI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjdBCeUdAmI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See YA! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8662503175932057597?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8662503175932057597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8662503175932057597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8662503175932057597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8662503175932057597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_12_01_archive.html#8662503175932057597' title='Characters Of Bluetackstickerglue.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-735958673951654678</id><published>2009-11-20T23:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:25:58.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coincidence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Case Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Optical illusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><title type='text'>the power of 'IF' &amp; Optical Illusions.</title><content type='html'>This a really great Question &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Letitia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; posted on facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"...........what if everything was an optical illusion?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Letitia's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; great. she can really think. and ponder on such questions lol. Seriously. she is like those smart smart thinking girl that have a broad knowledge on be it general or academic knowledge. she's has my respects for sure. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;, she said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"optical illusions suck. well, at least most of them. things are not what you think they are. friends maybe never existed and all the good things in life have strings attached. ahhhh??!!!!???!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. exactly. that &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt;, friends &amp;amp; good stuffs part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a strong word. it's a word in a sentence that sets the mind thinking, and stimulates the mind to think of the scenario that may happen in the future. sometimes the mind just lets the whole matter go, or sometimes, it registers it in a part of a memory. it probably even thought of a solution for that matter and was getting ready for it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it really happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that every beautiful or ugly thing we see in life are all just a matter of your eyes playing a trick on you is miserable. it's shocking to actually find out that your bestest, closest friends that are around you now that have spent countless times with you ALL NEVER FUCKING EXISTED- it's all a&lt;strong&gt; lie, &lt;/strong&gt;and Good things that comes all have a price to pay. Knowing and discussing all these can crap up a 5 year- old's mind coz it will disintegrate one's soul to the lowest point, so five year olds should never read my page. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we all have to accept it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;THE WORLD IS A LIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the whole world. everything. every amt of money your parents or yourself have earned are all run by Lies. Every advertisement you see on TV regarding things like "ROCK hard abs in 2 days"or "Lose 400lbs in 7 days" or "E cup boobs in 3 hours" are all lies to make some money outta you. Even your parents and some of you make money through decieving someone of your product being awesome when it doesn't really do shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once said on twitter &amp;amp; facebook, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Lying makes the world go round."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; AND HELL YES. it is true. lying is freelance. it helps the world and destroys the world also. it creates war, it also prevents war. it creates distrust, but also prevents distrusts. Lying is like the big brother of money. They say,&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"money makes the world go round"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; but it's not that accurate at all. &lt;u&gt;Lying when paired up with money is the deadliest weapon one can have to rule the world secretly.&lt;/u&gt; well, i may leave out a component or two, but this two things combined together is &lt;strong&gt;like Batman and Robin together.&lt;/strong&gt; The ultimate duo. SO then how? if everything was the truth, won't the world be messed up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;the truth is hard to swallow&lt;/strong&gt; seriously. that's why some people say&lt;em&gt; "I'm speaking truth, believe it or not, just suck it up and stop whining."&lt;/em&gt; when they tell you the truth. but seriously. accept it. it's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ugly muthafecking truth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's &lt;strong&gt;IMAGINE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let's say you are &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt;. You've been living a sweet life, you've got a rather acceptable amount of money, you've got tons of friends you could hang around, all your friends love you, they help you when you are in need, your life is great, you've got good parents, EVERYTHING seems perfect. And one day, you ran too fast down a flight of stairs to rush to the class you were late for and had a great fall. you knocked yourself unconscious. and then, that was the time you met &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God came to you and showed you that your life was all just an optical illusion and in actual fact, the world you've been living in is a ghost world, a silent, greyish environment without colours. no soul was ever truly alive, no friendship was really sustainable and powerful, no parental love have ever been true and all good things was just a fake bunch of bullcrap you been recieving. all &lt;strong&gt;the money you had was blank pieces of paper&lt;/strong&gt; that you thought could buy you a mansion to live in. The aunty in the mama shop never sold anything. &lt;strong&gt;there were never history nor there is science. Math is just a bunch of wierd characters made by fake people.&lt;/strong&gt; every compliment you hear everyday were actually insults that were censored. Life was dull &amp;amp; empty. only you, lonely in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;land of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how would you feel when you faced the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would you feel devastated, sad, empty lonely, and felt that you've been cheated all your life since you were born? would you hide it to yourself, and feel sad and cry about it all day long or, would you think otherwise and hate God for decieving you all the time? or would you treat it like a damned joke, and try living in the boring REAL WORLD you've been revealed to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when you were absorbing all the shock and trauma that have been disclosed to you,&lt;br /&gt;God rests his divine palms on your shoulders and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Taylor, this is the ugly truth. it was all an optical illusion. you were living a life like this throughout you whole life. But now i give you a choice to go back into the life you've been leading all this while. you are dead, FYI. you didn't survive the fall. but i give you another chance. another chance to live in the optical illusion you were in. how 'bout it child?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you answer to God?&lt;/strong&gt; would you rather live in the real world where everything is hostile,mean and miserable, or go back to the&lt;strong&gt; Land of lies&lt;/strong&gt; that you've been leading all your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my opinion, i feel that if everything was an optical illusion, one's soul will degenerate to a lonely emo state, where everything would never relate to oneself. humans need mutual love, support, and company. that's why. so, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i'd rather enjoy the lies that i have been living of all along than find out the ugly truth and cry and feel sad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Coz, why make yourself emo when you don't deserve being one right? but yeah lah, i can take one or two truths in a while lah.&lt;br /&gt;humans are made to take some negative stuffs, but not all in one blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. people who think too much shouldn't think too much. coz it's bad for the mind, the mind will seek for every answer left unanswered when you think too much and then you'll become the girl/guy who knew too much. and that's bad. many girls and boys that knew too much actually becomes homosexuals. BECAUSE, their &lt;strong&gt;'knew too much'&lt;/strong&gt; are answered with bad influence either from experience, or their elders teaching them the wrong stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(all characters used are fictional and made up to let you be able to relate to. Any resemblance are purely coincidental and not specifically used for critism or complimental purpose.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, you see? another lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-735958673951654678?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/735958673951654678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=735958673951654678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/735958673951654678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/735958673951654678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#735958673951654678' title='the power of &apos;IF&apos; &amp; Optical Illusions.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3091192757394809338</id><published>2009-11-20T12:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:02:18.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates.'/><title type='text'>Iblog, Ublog, Weblog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YESH FINALLY I TOUCH THE SEXY COMPUTER. GEEZ!!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots to say you know that. not blogging for like a week or two can &lt;strong&gt;kill&lt;/strong&gt; i tell you. seriously. those of you that blog as a diary or like a place to dump you mindjunk, you'll know the feeling. YEAH? RIGHT? it is that &lt;em&gt;"shit my whole head is full of stuffs, i need to make a post quick, if not MY HEAD WILL EXPLODE in any second!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i'm not the only one.....right? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a miserable mobile phone hugger right now. the mobile phone is like my wife or something. the same as how a soldier 'loves' his rifle, but once the war is over he immediately smashes it onto the ground. seriously. i've got&lt;strong&gt; NO&lt;/strong&gt; access to a computer and my 'ex-computer' is still not repaired. i do eveything on the mobile, be it Tweeting, Facebooking, Surfing the net, Blogging, Download music and trying to view the PAGES that my friends recommend. Which sucks, coz its slow and it doesn't show the full features like a computer does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, forgetaboutit, I've got better things to type anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY~ a week ago, I got my Favouuurite game! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MODERN WARFARE 2&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;after almost a WEEK of anticipation, I GOT IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/modern%20warfare%202%20poster" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 319px; HEIGHT: 364px" border="0" alt="modern warfare 2 poster Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w36/whiskey_pete/COD6/MW2covercopy.jpg" width="480" height="790" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modern Warfare 2 FTW!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my, it was BRILLIANT and its the &lt;strong&gt;bomb&lt;/strong&gt; of the whole call of duty franchise. Seriously. this whole game has my vote for the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;'Game of the year'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; title for Xbox 360. The storyline combining &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Modern Warfare and Modern Warfare 2&lt;/span&gt; was awesome. i loved the ending to both games, and i'm pretty sure there's a sequel to MW2. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Loved it.&lt;/span&gt; anyway. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Loved it.&lt;/span&gt; the only criticism it gets from me, is it's Campaign being too short. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah. I've been blogging via Twitter all this while, all in 140 words(it's damned hard). Haiz. see how pathetic i am now? :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quoted from Twitter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I wanna be in a skit similar to J&amp;amp;A! but the cast are my friends luh. that would be so fun! :D"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. FYI, J&amp;amp;A is Jake and Amir. it is a show made by collegehumor. AND man, i wish i could be in the cast. Also, i wanna be in their show, Hardly working too. Damned funny. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's one episode( embedding is disabled by requests, so i only have links...):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w24r-wjn2is"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jake and Amir: Tampon &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciaOyKEmMH4"&gt;Jake and Amir: Eighty Cents (Obama is inside!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHZsleyKons"&gt;Adam and Eve: In the Friends Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And, not related, IS THE ANNOYING ORANGE 2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7F5nIA8xmw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l7F5nIA8xmw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAHAHA orange is a JOKE! XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Absence only works two ways: it either makes you miss someone, therefore saturates the bond in between, or it makes you forget someone." &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found this out and felt like tweeting it. doesn't it make sense and applies on you daily lives too? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Your bad exposure= a corrupted thinking= stupid decisions= no actions done= every man suffers= your sad, sad, regrets. :(" &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is actually for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joyce Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but i was afraid that i would forget it so i tweeted it on twitter. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yeah. thats all, i still have alot to blog on, but i'm not given the chance. And, i &lt;strong&gt;censored &lt;/strong&gt;alot of things i wanna write too. so yeah, Thanks for reading this, there will be more coming up! :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And who is &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maryana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? never heard of that name before. if you are &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maryana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and you bloghopped and 'hopped' onto my blog again, please leave your link in my Chatango, coz you wanted me to link you. haha. thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And yeah, updated Tumblelog! :D SEE YA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3091192757394809338?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3091192757394809338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3091192757394809338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3091192757394809338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3091192757394809338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#3091192757394809338' title='Iblog, Ublog, Weblog.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i172.photobucket.com/albums/w36/whiskey_pete/COD6/th_MW2covercopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4310049971884463700</id><published>2009-11-11T13:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:51:47.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wierdest dreams.'/><title type='text'>The Mad Dreamer (ep2)</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; again. everytime you see me update my blog, it's on my&lt;strong&gt; 2 hour computer usage basis&lt;/strong&gt;. so, i have to actually write this in two hours .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. now. Part two out of 2 of my Epic and wierd dreams. let me tell you, if my writings doesn't make sense, &lt;em&gt;deal with it&lt;/em&gt;, cause its from a dream, and i can't really write dreams perfectly well. and my dreams are queerish, if not it will be &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; to feature it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the first one that well, but the second, CRYSTAL CLEAR. but shorter. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First up, i dreamt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i was already 19-20 years old, i was in the army. and theres this&lt;br /&gt;Douchebaggy guy in my company, Charlie company. he was rather small in size, spikes his hair like mad, shows off his undeveloped and untrained muscles to everybody, and SUPER egoistic. like those kind that brags about how good is he in everything and looks down at every training that an average person will feel difficult in the military. but when he attempts it, &lt;strong&gt;HE SUCKS SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. he also has a smile you wanna give a punch to. those smirky smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck. he is like the guy &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i will hate the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this kind. but i still regard him as a casual friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, we were released for a week or a month i think, out from camp to go back and meet my family. it turns out that this &lt;strong&gt;Douchebag knows my sister&lt;/strong&gt;, and is quite interested in her. so he likes to pester her all the time, be it sms, messenger, meetups, he even stalks on her before, into a macdonalds toilet. i wanted to go celebrate the release from DOG TREATMENT in the army, so i went out clubbing with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, i found out that my sis WAS RAPED BY SOMEONE. i got home seeing her hiding in blankets, crying, my mom beside. immediately, HE became one of the suspects i suspected. i don't always show that i like my sis alot, but subconsciously, i dunno why i became so worried. i asked her and interrogatee her. after a long period, she told me who it was. IT WAS THAT DOUCHEBAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hell angry, i tried contacting him and finding him during our short break, but couldn't. the problem couldn't be solved until we got back into the army. when we were training at a pistol firing range, i was so angry, i wanna put a bullet in his leg or somewhere else he could feel extreme pain- his BALLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aimed my own target, he was still bragging beside me abt how good his results is gonna be, enraged, I swung my gun diagonally, pointing at his crotch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, before i could actually squeeze my trigger, One of my superiors called upon his name. I LOSTMY CHANCE OF SHOOTING HIM. but i was lucky. if not i would be a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out the authorities in the army heard of it, and the military police is gonna give him 55 strokes of the cane. i was called in to witness his suffering. i was kinda happy. the military police caned the first few strokes, that douchebag couldn't take it. he screamed like it was hell on the wooden stand made for caning. he was in shackles. until the 18th stroke (continously), he head fell. He was dead. the military police made the strokes so hard, his spleeen exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the dream faded, and it went into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;another dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. this is the one which&lt;strong&gt; i liked&lt;/strong&gt;, alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was in France for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; and Joyce and i was seperated for a long time. for some reason, i missed Joyce Cooper, i wanted to see her again. but she was in Singapore. I got news that in my whole time in France, she suddenly went into &lt;strong&gt;Fashion designing&lt;/strong&gt; and migrated to New York to make herself known to the famous people there. I was overjoyed when i heard that, and I wanted so much to congratulate her. so if i want to see her and give her my congrats, why don't i &lt;em&gt;kill two birds with one stone&lt;/em&gt;, and just take a FLIGHT THERE to find her? HAHAH. so thats what i did immediately. i didn't see Joyce for almost 2 years, all we did was messenger, messenger, messenger, WHICH was all &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" oh i'm sorry, i'm kinda busy right now. Ttyl !"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. SO this was it. i took a flight to new york.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed in NY, quickly got my luggages and stuffs, and tried my best to find her workshop. i went allround Time Square finding for a day, but to no avail. so i called her Best Friend, which, lucky for me, tagged along with Joyce as her assistant when they got to NY. Joyce's best friend told me her workplace address, and was excited tht i was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got there, i opened the workshop door, Joyce was working on a dress. i smiled widely to myself. i finally get to see her. here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey! girls! haha. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce's Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; OH Hi Loysius. {Eh, Joyce, Loysius is here! he came all the way from France to see you! }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce didn't answer. she didn't even greet me or anything. something was wrong. immediately i felt my heart &lt;em&gt;sank&lt;/em&gt;. i got over to her desk and:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Joyce! i got you something from france, you'll love it. I....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned away, like she doesn't wanna hear a word i say and walked to the sewing room and started sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked.i got all the way here to recieve this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'warm'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; welcome from Joyce. i was devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What's wrong with Joyce? eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JBF:&lt;/strong&gt; Haiz. Loysius Loysius Loysius. (shaking her head) you should know why yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; no really. what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JBF:&lt;/strong&gt; oh so you think i will know? come on, it's the problem between you two, how would i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; but man, what did i do? all i did was... ( i strated thinking really hard.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JBF:&lt;/strong&gt; i dunno... i think you did something wrong. Joyce wasn't like that untill you called. maybe you didn't contact her after so long, and she's angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeez. gosh. what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JBF:&lt;/strong&gt; i think you go talk to her better lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, Joyce got out again, to her drawing table. i walked towards her, and i saw a variety of designs drawings laid in her work table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; wow. great designs you have there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; (no answer, seemed to ignore me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Joyce... what's wrong? i'm back, and i missed you. I was worrying about how you were all this while, seriously. i even got you these straight from France they're the best and i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; OKAY. YOU STAYING SILENT. alright good.... (i was frustrated, but I think it was my fault.)... Look i'm sorry alright? i'm sorry I was away for so long. but come on, please, say something. PLEASE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joyce:&lt;/strong&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce stood up, stared me deeply in the eye, with her usual poker face, walked a few steps towards me, she came so close i could feel her breath on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;she was still staring, her face carrying a neutral expression, WHICH was so &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt; after so long not seeing her, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i stared back, wishing it wouldn't end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Suddenly, she broke out of the stare and went on doing her stuffs. i was still staring and only brokeout of it half a second later. I WAS FUCKING CONFUSED. i turned back, saw her best friend looking at me, and she shook her head. but i caught her little giggle with a smile when she turned away. there's something fishy going on, but i dare not jump to conclusions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all looked like it was a staged act, it was awkward. AND THEN I WOKE UP. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damned sad, but it was a Great dream, considering all the voilent ones i had in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of this episode. HAHA. hope you enjoyed. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4310049971884463700?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4310049971884463700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4310049971884463700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4310049971884463700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4310049971884463700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#4310049971884463700' title='The Mad Dreamer (ep2)'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5453169027969365454</id><published>2009-11-07T12:55:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:30:26.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad dreamer ep 1'/><title type='text'>The Mad Dreamer.</title><content type='html'>they've got The &lt;strong&gt;Mad Hatter&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/em&gt;, i have the title of being The &lt;strong&gt;Mad Dreamer&lt;/strong&gt;. LOL. i kinda love remembering all my epic dreams the first time i wake up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, &lt;u&gt;i keep a small &lt;strong&gt;notebook&lt;/strong&gt; beside my bed so that i can record all my epic and bizarre dreams immediately when i wake up, so as to not miss out any detail.&lt;/u&gt; HAHAHA, a wierd thing to do, but our brain is so wonderful, it's &lt;strong&gt;worth&lt;/strong&gt; recording down it's creations. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as i &lt;strong&gt;promised&lt;/strong&gt;, i will write down my Dreams here, i have four(4) of it, two of which were during the EOY week, which is in october. Another two is dreamt of just yesterday night, this morning i woke up saying to myself, " COOL." HAHA. All of those i feature here are the best of all dreams, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Goes. This one's in October, according to sequence (not that accurate, but around there):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt; I was on a train, like those kinda trains unlike those in singapore, like those that brings you to johor or something. the train was classical and grand, it's a really wierd train. i was outside a cabin on a balcony with Ming Keat, we were kinda locked up outside.i didn't know how we got there. i looked through the window of the cabin door, all those people inside are like all from my school. they were all chatting, but not fooling around. both Ming Keat and I wore those kind of 19 century steampunk clothes, then i felt like going in. so i bodyslammed the door, but failed, and almost fell off the train. Ming caught hold of me. then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loy:&lt;/strong&gt; Aye, minkeat, you damned strong one right? use your fluffy muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ming Keat:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loy:&lt;/strong&gt; you try to split open the door lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ming Keat:&lt;/strong&gt; Huh? you shut up larh, you do. i cannot one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loy:&lt;/strong&gt; WTF. Oi, you are like stronger than me leh. you see you go train muscles and get so much buff, and you don't use it, then what for go train them? act only arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ming Keat:&lt;/strong&gt; haha, ok i try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He managed to actually split open the door, and even left a big dent on it. secretly i was like WOAh, but i kept silent. we got in, then people were laughing. AND SERIOUSLY. EVERYBODY i know was on the train. we both explored the train, then went through a door at the side of that same cabin. we found out there were seats outside also. with seat belts. Delia, Jean and Junyuan were already seated down. the wind was super strong, so i decided to sit outside. BUT SUPRISINGLY, Delia was still in her bubbly mood, talking to jean, whilst Jean is like a Drukard, holding a bottle of alcohol. i was disgusted, cause she drank it and the alcohol leaked all way down to her dress and onto her high heels. i chat with junyuan, then suddenly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delia:&lt;/strong&gt; ARRH omg! (both hands on her cheeks) Fire! fire! hahahha Jeeeaaan on fire! Hehe!(in a baby voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean:&lt;/strong&gt; haha no lah. sit so long, my butt also feels warm. heheee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loy:&lt;/strong&gt; 'O'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, without no reason, Jeans dress was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, near her crotch. and she was still smiling and hiccuping. i was wearing a blazer so i quickly took it off and beat the fire out. man, it was scary. then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean:&lt;/strong&gt; wah, the wind blew my butt heat dry. HAHA (delia laughed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loy:&lt;/strong&gt; phew. (ming keat and Junyuan was shocked till hell, then laughed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i dreamt Jean to be like that. ~brrrr~&lt;br /&gt;i woke up, it was 4 in the morning, i quickly wrote it down and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this is where some epicness comes in. the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2nd dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it is always the second thats best, i was with my class friends, Joshua, Gerald, Junyuan, Brendan, Ding Quan and me.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we were in a transport, in a bus, with a back not with backseats, but a open place for people to stand. so all seats are at the front of the bus. (FYI). ok so we gathered there, we were talking and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY, i pulled out a handgun. i don't know where the hell it came from, but i just had it and i went on a random shooting. i randomly shot everywhere, i saw Wai Lum dodging it like a REAL ninja, and the bullets fly everywhere. it was six rounds, i cleared all of them. i stopped, nobody seemed injured. but every thing was silent. Gerald, Junyuan and Ding Quan looked at me with the super scared face. then suddenly, behind alll of them, Joshua appeared , his hands on his chest, his uniform bloodied, he was coughing up blood, and gurgling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald laughed, but hysterically. Ding quan shouted &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"WTF?"&lt;/span&gt; Junyuan looked at me like i was a killer, Wai lum was dumbfounded, ALL STARING AT Joshua. Joshua was crouching, and trying to get up, but as he does it more blood is spilt. i was devastated. i dropped the gun. I was a murderer. i shivered like mad. the passengers behind did not react to anything, but the driver did. he immediately stopped the bus and ran off shouting like a mad man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was on the floor, spastic. then &lt;strong&gt;Gerald&lt;/strong&gt; pushed me, and said jokingly: &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Loysius! you see lah, anyhow shoot, see Joshua now like that. huh, what have you got to say asshole!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ding quan said:&lt;/strong&gt; Loysius, you're gonna die oreadi. joshua sure die. (wai lum agreed but gerald shut him up.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua got up, and tried saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"i'm fine no worrys",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but before he spoke two vessel/intestine/innard looking cylindrical stuffs shot out of his chest. THERE WAS A FUCKING BIG HOLE IN HIS CHEST. he then collasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM. i was in police interrogation. they asked whether it was me who shot Josh. i confessed. but there was no proof, as the gun was nowhere to be found, along with the bullets. so they had to ask the person that was shot, Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, he was okay, in an ICU ward. all my class friends were gathered there. i was in handcuffs as i headed there. here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; people, can you leave the room, we have some business here. (everybody left.) Joshua, this is the suspect that probably SHOT you. DID. HE, Shoot you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua looked at me weakly, i was too guilty to speak. i was ready to face death anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua:&lt;/strong&gt; No....officer. he didn't. i am sure he.... didn't. please don't charge him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; .... then who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua:&lt;/strong&gt; that leaves the job for you federals to find out who.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officer:&lt;/strong&gt; but we suspect it's him. a driver saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joshua:&lt;/strong&gt; HE DID NOT *cough* if you dare charge him, you will be sued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Officer:&lt;/strong&gt;... ok thank you Joshua. go get some rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the officer took off my hand cuffs and got out of the room. i ran towards Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; man, dude, why didn't you say it was me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josh:&lt;/strong&gt; no, you did that accidentally. it was... no biggie lah. i'm ok now you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; BUT I FREAKING SHOT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah. i forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up. looks like joshua is like super the freaking forgiving. wierd. queer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, this is damned long, i'll write the other two in the next post. Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5453169027969365454?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5453169027969365454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5453169027969365454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5453169027969365454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5453169027969365454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5453169027969365454' title='The Mad Dreamer.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-8476138794309243765</id><published>2009-11-05T00:25:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:38:05.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love happens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juliana&apos;s birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Birthdays and updates.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO.&lt;/strong&gt; saloo. MY GAWD, when was the last time i updated this site of mine. LONG TIME AGO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK. so first of all, i know it's all really late, but gotta wish &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Venessa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Juliana&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Joanne&lt;/span&gt; a BIG &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its late here, but not in &lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt;, so yeah. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, two days ago, went on an outing to celebrate Juliana's birthday with Indah Kim and Jul herself, it was great, in fact, it was rather enjoyable hanging out with those girls. But then we went to watch a movie, &lt;strong&gt;Love happens.&lt;/strong&gt; AND &lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;HELP ME.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HAPPENS...&lt;strong&gt;sucked.&lt;/strong&gt; really. i don't always critisize shows, coz it is the time, blood and sweat shed by directors that are a million times more talented than me. but i don't understand the plot, i don't see a point of making the movie, i see no shit innit. all i see, &lt;strong&gt;is a show for people that have a family member dead or something. to help them recover.&lt;/strong&gt; i see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no relations between the show and the name LOVE HAPPENS at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; towards the end of the movie, i was wondering that and asked Indah that. i think she also dunno. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while getting out of the movie theatre, i even heard a bunch of girls from other schools saying they wasted their money for it. Secretly, i felt the same. HAIZ. wa a &lt;strong&gt;bad show&lt;/strong&gt; for Juliana's birthday. we could have just watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cloudy with a chance of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or something else. In fact, i had another 'date' from junyuan to watch that. (FOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have watched (500) days of summer rather than that, coz it's seriously 10 times better. i would rather watch Coraline too. they're more interesting. So to sum up the &lt;strong&gt;worst Romantic/drama&lt;/strong&gt; i watched i shall rate it: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE HAPPENS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/SvGxJIHUfYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/IVRT5GBS40c/s1600-h/love-happens-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292198549060994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/SvGxJIHUfYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/IVRT5GBS40c/s400/love-happens-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loysius' Rating: &lt;strong&gt;۞۞ 2/5 stars- Poor&lt;/strong&gt;... watch it only when you are extremely down in love or have a dead closed one or something. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; later the girls wanted to shop at Ion orchard, so we headed there, and MY, WAS I HUNGRY. we went into a sushi restaurant and played the T and D cards thing before the movie, it was fun. but i didn't feel the hunger calls then. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yeah, Juliana and Kimbelyn were like super happy shopping, looking at shoes and glamourous clothes, seeing them happy after that shitty show made me happy too, it also tided over the awkwardness of being in girls boutique stores that doesn't appeal much to me. but my mom always brings me to these places for me to be her walking mannequin, so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and WOW, 5-6 fingers tall was one of those high heels that i saw there. A killer really. it must really take some skill to walk in those heels without falling. HAHAHA. EH, but Indah was all silent and mature, not really joining the 'shopping fun', i wasn't quite sure what she was pulling off, but, man, she asked many questions. regarding&lt;strong&gt; Joyce Cooper.&lt;/strong&gt; LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;if that whole day was a show, Richelle and Dawn made a cameo. HAHAHA. met them there too. damned wierd to see richelle there. XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so yeah ended the day, was tired, and skipped many extended curriculum. Woo Hoo. schools over anyways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now for updates, I'm so sorry, now the problem is not that i'm busy, but i don't have access to computers and my dad's in... a pretty &lt;strong&gt;bad mood.&lt;/strong&gt; so yeah. i have no time to update my Tumblelog, another apology here. &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I will have post of some of my wierdest dreams next and other recent current stuffs that will happen in the future.&lt;/span&gt; NOW, all my computers are dying, and even now while typing my dad's computer screen is &lt;strong&gt;flickering&lt;/strong&gt; like madness. one day everything will just fail and i will just end up with crappy wifi mobile internet connection. SERIOUSLY FML.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's all for now, SEE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-8476138794309243765?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/8476138794309243765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=8476138794309243765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8476138794309243765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/8476138794309243765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#8476138794309243765' title='Birthdays and updates.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/SvGxJIHUfYI/AAAAAAAAAdY/IVRT5GBS40c/s72-c/love-happens-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-4993972150730508169</id><published>2009-10-28T13:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:32:24.519+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOOM and it&apos;s over.'/><title type='text'>Mushaboom.</title><content type='html'>Wait, this is the end? damn, seems REAAALLY SHOOORRRRRT.&lt;br /&gt;today marks the end of school? Jeezers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss school. for everything we 've done together. with classmates, eating all the same food everyday, PE, jokes in class... every thing lah. BUT, theres a Main personal reason. which I myself am also rather confused. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Have i lost my mind?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yes i think so. literally and metaphorically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the (500) Days to Summer soundtrack, my mom heard it and liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; loysius, i like the songs. it makes a, Christmas like ambiance, like you know, the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Erm, yeah abit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. what is the album called?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (passes the album to her) Erm actually it's just slow and relaxing songs. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. she was only this interested in my albums since the last Jason Mraz album. Next motion picture soundtrack i wanna purchase: Jennifer's body soundtrack, WOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Modern Warfare 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming out in less than ten days i'm more excited than ten thousand bumblebees. and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Juliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday's coming up. quite stuck on what to get for her, given the fact that we lost contact for a rather long time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EFFING BORED. i think this holidays is gonna be one helluva of a boring season. N' Levels are coming in a year, and that damned OW keeps on giving us stress on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. i'm writing this post without any reason or goal or anything. i don't wanna talk about Joyce Cooper right now. gotta move along, too dissapointed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it's all mushy though. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will WISH to go out on any day of the holidays, so if any of you readers (who know me) have an outing or anything, REMEMBER that you have a friend here that could tag ALONG. anything. i can join you all for ANYTHING. just don't wanna stay at home and rot my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've &lt;strong&gt;REALISED&lt;/strong&gt; lotslots lots of things throughout my secondary 3 life. and i'm quite contented with it. actually, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i really enjoy my sec 3 life, like 10 times better than my sec 1's, 2 times better than my sec 2's. SERIOUSLY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are the things i have blogged about in this whole year. the larger, the more often.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;school life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Funny and cool stuffs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Joyce Cooper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;tag replies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Drama in life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Leah Dizon &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;songs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;conversations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;drama &amp;amp;NCC(sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3H&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahaha. (if i missed out anything, please bring it up, and write it in my chatango. thankyou!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my post are properly and well written, so i'm gonna start doing this. i'm gonna start &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;recommending posts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i have written in the past on all of my future posts. so that any reader, or even myself, could see how i grow and how i handle the &lt;strong&gt;HAMMERS OF PREMATURITY&lt;/strong&gt;. :D (it will be at random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN, i also lost my chance to say 'YES' to everything. damned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out my &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tumblelog&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's updated. :D just click the&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; yellow&lt;/span&gt; text in the about me section. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-4993972150730508169?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/4993972150730508169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=4993972150730508169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4993972150730508169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/4993972150730508169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#4993972150730508169' title='Mushaboom.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2884938655042214760</id><published>2009-10-25T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:05:38.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recent stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag replies'/><title type='text'>Tag replies and recent stuffs,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's make it real quick here. i'm so so so sorry, if you've been tuning onto this blog and find that it's kinda dead. yeah ,i think so too. Haiz. here's the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i know, the holidays are coming, AND, coincidently, my phone crapped up. it started losing network connections, and i cannot call or msg anybody. that was hell. and then, following came the failure of my WIFI. it can't search a thing. not even the schools website. and when you think it couldn't get any worse, the phone went kinda haywire, and claims that my battery is not a sony ericsson battery so it can't be charged. GOD. this means, it'll die without power. so no music even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, i can't tweet, i can't facebook, can't tumblr, can't blog. on the move. actually even when i'm at home, my com is spoilt, and my father is procrastinating time for it to get repaired. right now, i'm using HIS com under a curfew of two hours. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't post much, all i can do is tag reply, to those that have been reading my blog, I NEEED to talk with them. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAG REPLIES :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(according to oldest tags to latest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jouu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HEY JOANNE OMG GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU AFTER ALMOST SOMETHING THAT FELT LIKE A DECADE. haha! I MISS YOU TOO the same as how much you miss me HAHA, anw, please update your blog and DON'T delete it! i need to get updated, and in case you don't know, i do visit your blog. so, think about it first please. Would love to hear from you again, although i don't know wether you'll see this and even so, when. TAKE CARES! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JulianaChan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well Hello Juliana! haven't talked to you for a long time. HAHA. Thanks for modifying my blogskin! Love it. :) Yes i do, i do feel really dissapointed in my last post. it sucks when different people have different views on the most controversial topic, LOVE. i've been waiting for Joyce Cooper for quite awhile, and honestly, she's actually closer than anything. but it's a problem of different beliefs that caused this barrier in between us. Even if she comes around, this thing will still destroy lots of stuffs. and i'll tell you, i have to sacrifice alot for her. Even my beliefs. Hope you get what i mean. See you around. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Junyuan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Loved the show, and your company! we should go out together more often! and i'm not as bad as you think, 3H still got some good apples. *wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Siti Zahiya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HEY SITI! haha yes, thanks for the compliment! i'll try remember all my dreams. IN FACT, i've got another one, i'm gonna post in a meantime. after this post. see you in school! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jessica:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA thanks for all those smiley face, wow, you really come to my blog everytime eh, HAHA XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Alright thats it, BYE~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2884938655042214760?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2884938655042214760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2884938655042214760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2884938655042214760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2884938655042214760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2884938655042214760' title='Tag replies and recent stuffs,'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-7093601076552647804</id><published>2009-10-19T22:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:32:59.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rachels Birthday'/><title type='text'>(500) Days Of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First of all, gonna wish Rachel Yeo again with a big, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was to celebrate Rachels Birthday, went out with Abrams, Junyuan,chien yee, jiaqi and the birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;so we went to watch (500) Days Of Summer! i was waiting for so long to watch it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(500) Days Of Summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/Stx5hESCtQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GtDq98jHtsg/s1600-h/five_hundred_days_of_summer_xlg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 227px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394320062675072258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/Stx5hESCtQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GtDq98jHtsg/s400/five_hundred_days_of_summer_xlg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/Stx6KFDGpsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lhC1OCbEbtI/s1600-h/five_hundred_days_of_summer_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394320767255488194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/Stx6KFDGpsI/AAAAAAAAAdI/lhC1OCbEbtI/s400/five_hundred_days_of_summer_ver2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loysius Rating :&lt;strong&gt; ۞۞۞۞۞&lt;/strong&gt; 5/5 stars rating! &lt;strong&gt;Must See&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Show rocks, because it is not like any other romantic movies. it doesn't have alot of those cliched romantic scenes that you will find a little too mushy or boring. it;'s like a modernized version. And of course, it's really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second, i can sometimes relate myself as Tom Hanson, which is really touching and good throughout the show. It is like, finally, you get a show that tells everything you wish to portray, and it's like looking at yourself in a third person perspective. &lt;strong&gt;Joyce Cooper is like Summer.&lt;/strong&gt; which, i will come to that later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My Review:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning, minor spoilers here and there. and note, this show goes in a non-linear narrative, so i wrote it down according to events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so basically, this show is about a guy, Tom, that fell in love at the first sight of Summer, when he met her at his workplace, which, in summers case, was employed by his boss as a new assistant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they foud that each other have a common interest, in songs, and other stuffs, and slowly as they get to know each other, Tom is deeply in love with Summer, and he believes in true love. BUT, summer don't. she doesn't believe in that and doesn't want to be in relationships. this saddens Tom, but when his secret, he liking summer is revealed to summer, they became like a couple, but without holding the title as 'couples' or 'GF &amp;amp; BF'. Tom just loves Summer too much, so he gave in to summer, staying with her without the title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;UNTIL the 290 day together with summer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;summer decided to break up. and it was all downhill from there for Tom. he fell deep into depression and was really frustrated, hating Summer for doing that, BUT he still loves summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;He then found out summer was engaged after that, and was even more devastated. he decided to quit his job, and go for architechture. he can never forget Summer. and at day 488, they met at a spot that both loved during their 'relationship' and they both talked. Tom decided to move on, and later met a girl called, Autumn at day 500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW. Joyce Cooper is a name to cover over that special someone. joyce cooper is a real person, renamed. look closely. theres subtle hints.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer's character is like Joyce's, She thinks relationships is unnecessary in life as it is stupid and makes a perfect life miserable, so she doesn't want to be in one. she thinks she's still young, and there's a full bunch of life to go, why spoil it with relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love Joyce Cooper, but i cannot have her. Relating myself to Tom, he said, it's like he half love Summer, Half hates her. Same goes here. i love her everything, but i hate what she did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tom gentlemanly respects Summer, but theres this barrier from getting them together. same goes for me and joyce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And also, theres a part talking about COINCIDENCE. it is true. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"coincidence is like a cosmic intervention in the human world that one cannot control. it is coincidence that ruled over destiny and fate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the show, i bought the movies soundtrack. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-7093601076552647804?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/7093601076552647804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=7093601076552647804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7093601076552647804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/7093601076552647804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#7093601076552647804' title='(500) Days Of Summer'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEHuwMVcIg/Stx5hESCtQI/AAAAAAAAAdA/GtDq98jHtsg/s72-c/five_hundred_days_of_summer_xlg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-648828642476069431</id><published>2009-10-18T20:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:00:07.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loveliest dream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joyce Cooper'/><title type='text'>Whats Genuinely Natural.(A dream too.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You know something?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Cooper, using her own 'clever words' at her age, makes her really adorable.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, she forms a really strong phrase, a really mature and wise one, but in actual fact, there's subtle &lt;em&gt;ignorance and naivety&lt;/em&gt; innit. That's whats genuinely cute, of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still hasn't seen the real world, and i dare not say i did, but i'm pretty sure i 've seen and experienced more. doing my best to help her seems to be my job. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question, Why, oh why oh WHY must Joyce's dramatical reference and her alter ego AND even she herself be all the same? they all went from &lt;strong&gt;straight to curls and twirls.&lt;/strong&gt; i think personally, thats whats &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in between all of them. I was rather shocked by the perfect coincidence, It was like "COME ON, this is unbelievable!" but it happened as it is. HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i had a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; two days ago, it Haz Joyce Cooper inside, i was walking along with her in a place, something like a park i think? with overhead cover. i was playing with her some alphabetical game, it started out well, she enjoyed it, but gradually, she got bored of it, and i found myself entertaining myself. LOL. (can't blame me, dreams can get SUPER wierd and bizzare.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt wierd, she didn't talk much later on, but suddenly, on a bridge, over a river or lake , Joyce and i saw one of her friends, a guy, sitting in the middle of the bridge, trying to pierce himself with a REALLY SHARP and LONG NAIL. Both of us were shocked and rushed over to stop him. i managed to snatch away the LONG NAIL and throw it in to the lake or river. Joyce was like omg-ing and wanted to help her friend up, but that guy pushed her  hard to a side. I was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;furious &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;when i saw that, so i pinned him to the ground. we struggled, he was screaming "let go i don't wanna live" like mad, kicking and slamming his fist on me, but i got his arms, and pinned it to the ground. He, now was a prisoner in my hold, i managed to turn around to have a glance at Joyce, she wasn't hurt, but getting up. relieved, i SHOUTED that guys name to rule over his screams, and he stopped immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only roughly remember what happens next, i asked him why he was doing that while Joyce stood about 5 feet away, still looking concerned. many people &lt;strong&gt;without faces&lt;/strong&gt; were already gathered around the scene like it's some exciting show or something. i can only remember him sobbing and telling me the reason, and he showed me his wounds made by something unknown, and then &lt;strong&gt;i delivered a really long speech&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm so sorry i forgot, if not i would have wrote it down), and he realised he has to live on, and smiled. All those people around without faces applauded after my speech, and that friend of Joyce's leaps up into the air, shouting something delightful, and made his way back home. ( i hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked back at Joyce, she was smiling, i smiled back as i walked back to her, i remembered her saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" that was wonderful omg! i can't believe (forgot name) did that, but you were awesome! where did you learn to say those stuffs from huh? hah, omgosh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and gave me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smiled from cheek to cheek, and everybody that was without faces dispersed like it was after a movie, while me and Joyce walked on. she didn't talk much AND....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up. it was 10 or 11 :12am. i wanted to go back to sleep but i can't seem to carry on dreaming that dream, so i tried my best to remember every bit, and updated my facebook and twitter status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My that dream was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glorious&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-648828642476069431?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/648828642476069431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=648828642476069431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/648828642476069431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/648828642476069431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#648828642476069431' title='Whats Genuinely Natural.(A dream too.)'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-2022839762643931318</id><published>2009-10-18T02:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T03:21:24.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Goodness, HAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>Hello readers, my, i shall post some videos i found &lt;strong&gt;interesting and FUNNY.&lt;/strong&gt; haha these videos made me crack up, so most probably you will too. i dunno if you guys have seen it, they are videos i found in the &lt;strong&gt;Most viewed in Youtube&lt;/strong&gt;, coz i was using the mobile version when i was browsing, and the mobile version kinda sucks. Well if you did watch them, HAHA! but if you didn't, then YOU SHOULD! watch and relax! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4x49k5BAaEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4x49k5BAaEY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the retarded doctor:&lt;/strong&gt; SHUT UP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the not retarded guy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"i don't shut up. i grow up. and when i look at you i throw up. then your mama walks around the corner and licks it up."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M SO GONNA USE THAT LINE. muahahahaha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN5PoW7_kdA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZN5PoW7_kdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY APPLE! now i know who's annoying and sour. XD HEY PEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thats all, lol, i`ll bring more next time! tune in yeah! and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;updated tumblelog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! click on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My Tumblelog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my sidebar to head there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-2022839762643931318?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/2022839762643931318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=2022839762643931318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2022839762643931318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/2022839762643931318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#2022839762643931318' title='Goodness, HAHAHA!'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-1765817678701412565</id><published>2009-10-15T16:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T21:44:03.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lessons learnt'/><title type='text'>Lessons in Inevitability.</title><content type='html'>Hello. Finally! EXAMS ARE OVER. All the stress. Over! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the expected outcome for my marks will be: english, passable, sciences, passabale, combine humanities, passable. But I think maths for maths,  possibility to fail, chinese and FandN,i think will fail. HAIZ. When I did my maths paper 1 left a few question half solved, then when at the last minute, I chiOng, but I didn't managed. I just tikam then, time. Wah sei, that time was like so sad until I was about to breakdown. Like Wtf. Hais.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I learnt a VALUABLE LESSON today, the real meaning of: You Reap What You Sow. Really. I know it's a too frequently used word, but seriously. What you apply is What you benefit. It happened to me yesterday, and today, the problem haunts me and the undesired benefit brightened my day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. I'm typing on mobile, so a little bit hard and lehceh. I wish I can blog more now, since the important stuffs is over. But until I get a computer, all my posts will be of this Way. :D &lt;br /&gt; Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-1765817678701412565?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/1765817678701412565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=1765817678701412565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1765817678701412565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/1765817678701412565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#1765817678701412565' title='Lessons in Inevitability.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-3390085897375891242</id><published>2009-10-14T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:33:13.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear jc'/><title type='text'>Fake a smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Dear Joyce Cooper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, do you know what TRUE love is? In case you haven't, to love genuinely is to be vulnerable. To love genuinely is to sacrifice. To love is to express it without condition. Even though it hurts. An unconditional love is love that is expressed naturally, without purpose and intention for self- benefit.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you actually get it. Coz only one that had experience givin proper true love can prove that. &lt;br /&gt;Amen, and what the pls, we should REALLY talk someday. After my exams a'ight? :) I need to hear your voice desperately. Text is silently dumb. Literally. :D "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know who,&lt;br /&gt;Loysius ,_, XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-3390085897375891242?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/3390085897375891242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=3390085897375891242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3390085897375891242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/3390085897375891242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#3390085897375891242' title='Fake a smile.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-5721385787132837588</id><published>2009-10-11T23:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:34:00.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the meaning behind words.</title><content type='html'>Joyce Cooper SHOULD really listen to All I Need Is You&lt;br /&gt;by The Click Five! SERIOUSLY. Whatever I wanna tell&lt;br /&gt;her is all in the song... HAIZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's math paper 2, social studies and english&lt;br /&gt;paper 2 exams. I'm very worried for maths. God bless&lt;br /&gt;me. :x i'm using mobile to blog here, so cannot type&lt;br /&gt;much.&lt;br /&gt;Talking to gerald on the phone solving math problems,&lt;br /&gt;seriously, gonna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliana made another blogskin for me again, but I cannot&lt;br /&gt;use it, I can't use computer and it's the exam season. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's all for this post, all I want to to tell is the first part. Now, back to my Midnight Oil REVISIONING! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-5721385787132837588?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/5721385787132837588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=5721385787132837588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5721385787132837588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/5721385787132837588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#5721385787132837588' title='the meaning behind words.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6308764168632477618.post-855623714443864680</id><published>2009-10-06T19:02:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:37:06.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mordern Warfare 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familiar'/><title type='text'>Familiar, Hardcore Revisioning.</title><content type='html'>Decided a new song for this whole blog, it's rather soothing, but still, the current com i'm using is too slow to load just one song and putting it up takes forever. i was so pissed i just slammed the laptop. (sorry mom.)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think it will be up soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's two things in my mind. ONE, MY DARN EOY's EXAMS! seriously i feel the enormous pressure flooding in right now. HAIZ.... STRESS TO THE MAX and i really need &lt;em&gt;to hear someone's voice&lt;/em&gt; to actually lift my spirits up. Her voice will be like my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another will be the highly anticipated &lt;strong&gt;Mordern Warfare 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomg. i'm so gonna get that game. i've been waiting since start of the year. lol. a big fan here. &lt;strong&gt;I Can't Believe Even Xiu Jin is Also A FAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first worldwide trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8toHfZm6jNE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8toHfZm6jNE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The narattor narates a verse from the bible. But he is russian. XD cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i'm almost done, going back to HARDCORE REVISION, but before i go, the video that Taylor Swift made that kicked ass makes me &lt;strong&gt;nostalgic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 480px; HEIGHT: 321px" width="439" height="321"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMHBZ6_Q4_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMHBZ6_Q4_I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOBY + this video = Familiar things flood my mind when i see this video over and over again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i shouldn't doubt him. haiz. too late's a regret for being too late to find out. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6308764168632477618-855623714443864680?l=bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/feeds/855623714443864680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6308764168632477618&amp;postID=855623714443864680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/855623714443864680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6308764168632477618/posts/default/855623714443864680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluetackstickerglue.blogspot.com/2009_10_01_archive.html#855623714443864680' title='Familiar, Hardcore Revisioning.'/><author><name>loylzues</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09160303899086902312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
