<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252</id><updated>2011-08-02T01:59:10.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~*~ Strange life of an Evil Alien ~*~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-5867094501865204892</id><published>2009-09-19T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:06:41.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;South Park: Season 11 Episode 10-12 imaginationland trilogy is so funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: I believe a serious blow to democracy has just been dealt. A travesty has occurred, and I want justice. Kyle Broflovski did willingly and knowingly sign a contract, and yet, as to date, he has made no effort, nor does he show any intention of ever sucking my balls! I have given him ample time to fulfill his obligation and he has thus refused. I stand before you with dry balls Your Honor. I have provided witnesses, collected testimonials and still, my balls remain dry. I want what I am entitled to.&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Mr. Broflovski, did you agree to orally imbibe Mr. Cartman's scrotum and testicles?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: I..........&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Is this not your signature on the contract?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: I...uh...but...uh...Come on, really? I mean, aren't there more important things going on right now?&lt;br /&gt;Judge: From what I've been presented and the evidence put forth, I'm afraid the court has no choice but to order you to place Mr. Cartman's pubicle sack in your mouth, and draw upon in succulently for no less than 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Judge: You have 24 hours to suck the aforementioned balls. If after that time you still refuse, the court will be forced to arrest you for contempt. Next case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General: Why would you agree to suck someone's balls?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: I didn't think there was gonna be a goddamn leprechaun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orc: We are free! Now all of Imaginationland is ours!&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur: Not all, foolish Orc. There are still parts of Imaginationland we don't control.&lt;br /&gt;Freddy: Tomorrow, we shall build our own castle right on this spot.&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur: Who put you in charge Krueger? I am the most evil character here!&lt;br /&gt;ManBearPig: Nonsense! Your evil is stale!&lt;br /&gt;Headless Horseman: I am the most evil imaginary character!&lt;br /&gt;(Freddy hisses)&lt;br /&gt;Squirrely: Now come on, y'all. We shouldn't be fightin'. We're supposed to all be on the same side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chippy: Yeah, you're right Squirrely Squirrel.&lt;br /&gt;All Woodland Critters: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur: What evil imaginary characters are they?&lt;br /&gt;Fishman: They were dreamt up by some fourth-grade kid as part of his Christmas story.&lt;br /&gt;Squirrely: Now come on, y'all. We can't waste time arguing. There could still be survivors out there. We need to hunt them down, and kill them.&lt;br /&gt;Rabbity: And eat their flesh!&lt;br /&gt;Chippy: But first we should rape them!&lt;br /&gt;Beary: How about we kill them, and then rape their bodies so we can use their blood as lubricant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirrely: Say, that's a great idea Beary Bear!&lt;br /&gt;All Woodland Critters: Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Man, I do not want to meet the kid that dreamt those things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Okay, fine, you know what? Let's just get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Oh, no no no, not so fast Kyle. I’ve waited a long time for this I intend to savor each and every second.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: No, I'm serious- I want to see what’s happening downstairs so let's just do it.&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Not just yet Kyle, there’s still a few things that I need to do. By the way, I should tell you that I haven’t had a chance to shower while making my way up here, my balls are extra vinegary.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Just get to it already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirrelly: Whoa, whoa, hang on y'all, we can't just kill her, that's not evil enough.&lt;br /&gt;Freddy: What do you mean? We cut out her eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Yeah, that's super hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;Squirrelly: Now come on y'all, we can do better than that.&lt;br /&gt;Chippy: Hey, I know. Let's all tee in her empty eye socket.&lt;br /&gt;Deery: Let's make her eat her own eyeball, and then pee in her empty eye socket.&lt;br /&gt;Beary: How about we get someone with AIDS to pee in her eye socket so she dies all slow-like?&lt;br /&gt;All Woodland Critters: Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Minotaur: Nobody here has AIDS!&lt;br /&gt;All Woodland Critters: Aww!&lt;br /&gt;Beary: But we got to have AIDS before we pee in her eye socket.&lt;br /&gt;Squirrelly: Now don't be down y'all. I'll bet we can find some AIDS out in the forest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom: Santa Claus and leprechauns are imaginary, but Jesus and hell are real!&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 1: Well then, what about Buddha?&lt;br /&gt;Tom: Well of course he's imaginary!&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 1: Awww, see? Now you're being intolerant, Tom.&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 3: Am I real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Hood: We managed to fight off the vampires and werewolves, but... now our troops are being shot down by the Cavity Creeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: You just rest Kyle. Look what I made for you, a sundae. It has hot fudge, whipped cream and a cherry but I feel like something is missing, don't you Kyle? What else belongs on a sundae besides hot fudge and whipped cream?&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: (grunts)&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Hot fudge, whipped cream, what else belongs on a sundae Kyle? What else goes on a sundae besides hot fudge, whipped cream, oh that's right... my balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief Justice: The Supreme Court has ruled with the military that imaginary things are officially not real, and therefore no approval is needed to nuke them.&lt;br /&gt;General: Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Oh no.&lt;br /&gt;Chief Justice: This of course overturns any imagination-based verdicts in the past, including the famous Cartman v. Broflovski ballsucking case.&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: ...What? Steven: So it appears the military is ready to proceed with its operation, one they are calling "Operation Nuke the Imagination Through the Imagination Doorway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: I'm going to try to save Stan and Butters from getting nuked!&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: Okay okay, but you you have to suck my balls first real quick.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: No I don't! The decision was overturned.&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: We had a deal Kyle!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Yeah, that leprechauns were real! And the government just declared they aren't technically real, so I was right! It's over! I don't have to suck your balls!&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: It isn't over! It isn't over, Kyle! I have not waited this long to see you weasel your way out of this bet! Go ahead and go. But I swear on my life! Before this day is over! You, will, suck my balls! I SWEAR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Please, I need to talk to the people inside. They can't set off that nuke.&lt;br /&gt;Guard: Get behind the line with the other protesters!&lt;br /&gt;Hippie: No nukes in our imagination, bro! Wooo!&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: Uhn, you don't understand! My friend is in Imaginationland! I can hear him in my head!&lt;br /&gt;Guard: You pot-smokin' hippies aren't gettin' through here, so back off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: You just can't declare that imaginary things aren't real! Who are you to say what's real?! Think about it: is blue real? Is love really real?&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 1: Imaginary things are things made up by people, like Santa and Rudolph.&lt;br /&gt;Tom: Yea, and they detract from real things, like Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Worker: Maybe Jesus is imaginary too.&lt;br /&gt;Tom: Ooh! You better not say that! You'll go to hell!&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 2: It's possible that hell is also imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 3: So then, we're about to nuke hell....That's a good thing right?(Everyone agrees that it is a good thing)&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 1: What if heaven is imaginary? We'd be nuking heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 2: Yea but it wouldn't be real.&lt;br /&gt;Scientist 4: So it'd be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after Kyle admits that leprechauns are real)&lt;br /&gt;Cartman: So, Kyle, imaginary things are real, huh? Guess it means that I did win the bet afterall. (as Kyle is beginning to feel irritated) And you know what that means, Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: (fed up with Cartman's bet) Just let it go with your fucking balls already, you fucking asshole! Your friends have been in danger, and all you care about is this stupid bet! Well I've decided, Cartman, even if we had a bet that I am never sucking your balls, you got that?! They could throw me in jail for the rest of my life, but I am never going to suck your balls, ever! So there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-5867094501865204892?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5867094501865204892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/south-park-season-11-episode-10-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/5867094501865204892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/5867094501865204892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/south-park-season-11-episode-10-12.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-2999434643748893483</id><published>2009-08-06T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:07:23.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A new teacher was trying to make use of her psychology courses. She&lt;br /&gt;started her class by saying, "Everyone who thinks they're stupid, stand&lt;br /&gt;up!" After a few seconds, Little Johnny stood up. The teacher said, "Do&lt;br /&gt;you think you're stupid, Little Johnny?" "No, ma'am, but I hate to see you&lt;br /&gt;standing there all by yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny watched, fascinated, as his mother smoothed cold cream on&lt;br /&gt;her face. "Why do you do that, mommy?" he asked. "To make myself&lt;br /&gt;beautiful," said his mother, who then began removing the cream with a&lt;br /&gt;tissue. "What's the matter?" asked Little Johnny. "Giving up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math teacher saw that little Johnny wasn't paying attention in class.&lt;br /&gt;She called on him and said, "Johnny! What are 2 and 4 and 28 and 44?"&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny quickly replied, "NBC, FOX, ESPN and the Cartoon Network!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny's kindergarten class was on a field trip to their local&lt;br /&gt;police station where they saw pictures tacked to a bulletin board of the&lt;br /&gt;10 most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and&lt;br /&gt;asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person. "Yes," said the&lt;br /&gt;policeman. "The detectives want very badly to capture him." Little Johnny&lt;br /&gt;asked, "Why didn't you keep him when you took his picture?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny attended a horse auction with his father. He watched as his&lt;br /&gt;father moved from horse to horse, running his hands up and down the&lt;br /&gt;horse's legs and rump, and chest. After a few minutes, Johnny asked, "Dad,&lt;br /&gt;why are you doing that?" His father replied, "Because when I'm buying&lt;br /&gt;horses, I have to make sure that they are healthy and in good shape be fore&lt;br /&gt;I buy. Johnny, looking worried, said, "Dad, I think the UPS guy wants to&lt;br /&gt;buy Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."&lt;br /&gt;The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five- and six-year-olds. After explaining the commandment to "honour" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?"&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE . God is watching."&lt;br /&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor..' A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, she's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face." "Yes," the class said. "Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?" A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-2999434643748893483?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/2999434643748893483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/2999434643748893483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/2999434643748893483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-4629876730431112038</id><published>2009-08-06T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:07:42.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Girls&lt;br /&gt;are like&lt;br /&gt;apples on trees.&lt;br /&gt;The best ones are&lt;br /&gt;at the top of the tree.The&lt;br /&gt;boys don't want to reach&lt;br /&gt;for the good ones because they&lt;br /&gt;are afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they just get the rotten apples&lt;br /&gt;from the ground that are not as good,&lt;br /&gt;but easy. So the apples at the top think&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with them, when in&lt;br /&gt;reality, they're amazing. They just&lt;br /&gt;have to wait for the right boy to&lt;br /&gt;come along, the one who's&lt;br /&gt;brave enough to&lt;br /&gt;climb all&lt;br /&gt;the way&lt;br /&gt;to the top&lt;br /&gt;of the tree.&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RULES FOR LIFE AT HOGWARTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Seamus Finnigan is not after my lucky charms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "I've heard every possible joke about Oliver Wood's name" is not a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I will not sing "We're Off to See the Wizard" when sent to the Headmaster's office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I will not bring a Magic Eight Ball to Divination class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I will not, under any circumstances, ask Harry Potter who died and made him boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Professor Flitwick's first name is not Yoda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Remus Lupin does not want a flea collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) First years are not allowed to be fed to Fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I will not make any jokes about Lupin and his "Time of the Month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I will not give Hagrid Pokemon cards and convince him they're real animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I will not sing the Badger Song during Hufflepuff-Slytherin Quidditch matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The Giant Squid is not an appropriate date to the Yule Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) When Death-Eaters are attacking Hogsmeade, I shall not point at the Dark Mark and shout, "To the Bat Mobile, Robin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) When a class-mate falls asleep, I shall not take advantage of the fact and draw a Dark Mark on his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) It's not necessary for me to yell "BURN!" every time Snape takes house points from Gryffindor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Any resemblance between Dementors and Nazgul is simply coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) I will not call the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher Kenny. Even if he is wearing an orange anorak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I will not refer to the Weasley Twins as "bookends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I will not dress up in a Dementor's suit and use a dustbuster on Harry's lips to make him do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) I will not scare the Arithmancy students with my Calculus book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I will not hold my wand in the air before casting spells shouting, "I got the power!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I will not tell Sir Cadogan that the Knights who say Ni have challenged him to a duel and then have students yell "Ni!" from various directions. (Highly inappropriate, albeit very funny.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) I am not Xena: Warrior Princess and I shall not use war cries to signal my entrance when I enter a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Its not necessary for me to yell "Bam!" every time I apparate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) I will not steal Griffyndor's sword from Dumbledore's office and use it to patrol the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) I am not allowed to sing my own personal spy music when wandering the halls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) "To conquer the earth with flying monkeys" is not an appropriate career choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) I am not allowed to begin Herbology class by singing the theme song to "Attack of the Killer Tomatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) I am not allowed to paint the house elves blue and call them smurfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) The Whomping Willow is not an Entwife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) "Draco Malfoy, Take it up the arse" is not an acceptable Quidditch chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) I will not dress up as Voldemort for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Should I chance to see a Death Eater wearing a white mask, I should not start singing anything from The Phantom of the Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) It is a bad idea to tell Professor McGonagall that she takes herself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) "Ya'll check this shit out!" is not an appropriate way to announce that I am about to conduct an experimental spell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) I will not say the phrase, "Dude, get a life," to Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) I will not offer to pose nude for Collin Creevy. (He will take you up on it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-4629876730431112038?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4629876730431112038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/rules-for-life-at-hogwarts-1-seamus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4629876730431112038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4629876730431112038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/rules-for-life-at-hogwarts-1-seamus.html' title='Girls and Harry Potter'/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-4990736939821028266</id><published>2009-08-06T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:07:58.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Many English teachers from across the country can submit their collections of actual similes and metaphors found in high school essays. These excerpts are published each year to the amusement of teachers across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are last year's winners:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a thigh Master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She grew on him like she was a colony of E.Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. They lived in a typical suburban neighbourhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan's teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long, it had rusted shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Shots rang out, as shots are known to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up. (Ahh, true love!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-4990736939821028266?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4990736939821028266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-english-teachers-from-across.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4990736939821028266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4990736939821028266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-english-teachers-from-across.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-7673869089873903153</id><published>2009-08-06T22:07:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:08:34.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xD Some funny stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A friend...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- helps you up when you fall, a best friend continues walking while saying, "Walk much dumbass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gives you their umbrella in the rain a best friend takes yours and say, "RUN, -BEEP- RUN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wipes your tears when you’re rejected, a best friend goes up to him and say, "It's because your gay, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will bail you out of jail. A best friend would be in the room next to you saying, THAT WAS AWESOME! LETS DO IT AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- asks why you're crying, best friends already have the shovel ready to bury the asshole that made you cry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will say you can do better, best friends will call him up and say "Seven days..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will help you with your drug problem, best friends are the ones who sold it to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- will help you move, best friends will help you move the body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A best friend can look at you with a smile on your face and ask 'What's wrong?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Handling Kids is Easy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a crowded airliner is about to take off, the peace is shattered by a five-year-old boy who picks that moment to throw a wild temper tantrum. No matter what his frustrated, embarrassed mother does to try to calm him down, the boy continues to scream furiously and kick the seats around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, from the rear of the plane, an elderly man in the uniform of an Air Force General is seen slowly walking forward up the aisle. Stopping the flustered mother with an upraised hand, the white-haired, courtly, soft-spoken General leans down and, motioning toward his chest, whispers something into the boy's ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, the boy calms down, gently takes his mother's hand, and quietly fastens his seat belt. All the other passengers burst into spontaneous applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the General slowly makes his way back to his seat, one of the cabin attendants touches his sleeve. "Excuse me, General," she asks quietly, "but could I ask you what magic words you used on that little boy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man smiles serenely and gently confides, "I showed him my pilot's wings, service stars, and battle ribbons, and explained that they entitle me to throw one passenger out the plane door on any flight I choose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quotes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there’s a will, I want to be in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as there are tests, there will be prayer in public schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh alone and the world thinks you’re an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t fight my way to the top of the food chain to be a vegetarian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a lifeguard, but some blue kid got me fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents spend the first part of a child's life teaching them to walk and talk. The second half is teaching them to sit down and shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." Well I think that guns help. If you just stood there and yelled BANG, I don't think you'd kill people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called your boyfriend gay, and he hit me with his purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't laugh at yourself, I'd be happy to do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven doesn't want me, and Hell is afraid I'll take over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's eat grandpa!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Let's eat, grandpa!!"&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation saves lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some see the glass half full, some see it half empty. Me? I just want to know who the hell is drinking my damn beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything here is edible. I'm edible, but that, would be called cannibalism and is frowned upon in most societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emmett's the strongest, Edward's the fastest, but Jasper can sit alone in a corner and still make people jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not littering . . . I'm donating to the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person #1: Happiness is just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;Person #2: Too bad the world is round!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things to Ponder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person with multiple personalities threatens suicide, is that considered a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come abbreviated is such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound, is that why some people appear bright until you hear them speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder what the speed of lightning would be if it didn't zigzag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bus station is where a bus stops. A train station is where a Train stops. On my desk, I have a work station..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If quitters never win, and winners never quit, what fool came up with, "Quit while you're ahead"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do . . . write to these men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they sterilize needles for lethal injections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose cruel idea was it for the word "lisp" to have an "s" in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does an "X" stand for a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the copyright dates on movies and television shows written in Roman numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sun lightens our hair, But darkens our skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why women can't put on mascara, with their mouth closed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you don't ever see the headline: 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you have to click on 'Start', to stop Windows 98?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why lemon juice is made with artificial flavour, while dishwashing liquid is made with real lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the man who invests all your money is called a 'Broker'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there isn't mouse flavoured cat food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who tastes dog food when it has a 'new &amp;amp; improved' flavour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they don't make the whole plane out of the material used for the indestructible black box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why sheep don't shrink when it rains?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why they are called apartments when they are all stuck together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TOP TEN Excuses If You Get Caught Sleeping At Your Desk At Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "They told me at the blood bank this might happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "This is just a fifteen minute power-nap like they raved about in that time management course you sent me to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Whew! Guess I left the top off the white-out. You probably got here just in time!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "I wasn't sleeping! I was meditating on the mission statement and envisioning a new paradigm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "I was testing my keyboard for drool resistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I was doing a highly specific Yoga exercise to relieve work-related stress. Are you discriminatory toward people who practice Yoga?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Why did you interrupt me? I had almost figured out a solution to our biggest problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "The coffee machine is broken . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Someone must've put decaf in the wrong pot . . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the #1 excuse to say if you get caught sleeping at your desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. " . . . AMEN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25 REASONS I OWE MY MOTHER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.&lt;br /&gt;"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My mother taught me RELIGION.&lt;br /&gt;"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 . My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mother taught me LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;"Because I said so, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.&lt;br /&gt;"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My mother taught me IRONY.&lt;br /&gt;"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.&lt;br /&gt;"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.&lt;br /&gt;"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.&lt;br /&gt;"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.&lt;br /&gt;"Stop acting like your father!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. My mother taught me about ENVY.&lt;br /&gt;"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION .&lt;br /&gt;"Just wait until we get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.&lt;br /&gt;"You are going to get it when you get home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother taught me ESP.&lt;br /&gt;"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My mother taught me HUMOR.&lt;br /&gt;"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don 't come running to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My mother taught me GENETICS.&lt;br /&gt;"You're just like your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.&lt;br /&gt;"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My mother taught me WISDOM.&lt;br /&gt;"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.&lt;br /&gt;"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-7673869089873903153?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7673869089873903153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-helps-you-up-when-you-fall-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/7673869089873903153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/7673869089873903153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/08/friend-helps-you-up-when-you-fall-best.html' title='Funny :D'/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-659107627598051464</id><published>2009-07-31T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:45:06.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random music stuff</title><content type='html'>http://community.livejournal.com/omonatheydidnt/1056253.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD After reading this Ye Eun is now one of my favourite artists :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Days - 7 things I hate about you parody is so funny xD&lt;br /&gt;Quote: "You make cardboard look cute" xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9geiPp9UFI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VenetianPrincess - Womanizer parody is better than the original :] and the lyrics are funnier! Dave Days is inside too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DoP3C76ioTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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/8533005753459655252-659107627598051464?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/659107627598051464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-music-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/659107627598051464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/659107627598051464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-music-stuff.html' title='Random music stuff'/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-4613580273523854053</id><published>2009-06-17T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:21:19.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXTREMELY LATE HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YAO HUI! @_@&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one big happy birthday to you ;D sorry so late then post @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-4613580273523854053?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4613580273523854053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-late-happy-birthday-to-yao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4613580273523854053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4613580273523854053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/extremely-late-happy-birthday-to-yao.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-4967976325435081324</id><published>2009-06-16T11:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:43:06.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;June Holidays... feels like I've done nothing at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my spectacles broke. And I got a phone from my dad =] Nothing else bah..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-4967976325435081324?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/4967976325435081324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4967976325435081324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/4967976325435081324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-holidays.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-5509514655175778289</id><published>2009-05-14T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:48:51.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@_@ Ytd I couldn't sleep then woke up at 2am.. then I went to bathe again try to help me sleep. I woke up at 6.30 then saw it was raining =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D &amp;amp; T exam fail le... cmi cmi I didn't do a lot of questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT LITERATURE IS FUCKING SCARY!&amp;amp;*(^&amp;amp;*#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Qn13, the what "how did a close up effect in a film make the scene scary?" or smth like that. Damn scary, I was writing and imagining the scene. "It was the ending part of the film. The main character had died and was lying down. The ghost had killed her. Tears of blood flowed from her eyes..  the camera was closing up on her with the same pace as her tears dripped... That was when she opened her eyes." THEN SUDDENLY THE TEACHER SAID TIMES UP AND STARED AT ME!!! WTF OMFG!! I WAS IMAGINING THAT SCENE, THEN I LOOK AT THE CHER THEN OMG!!! I WANT TO SCREAM.. DAMN FREAKY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look from 6:35 - 7:23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EDuvlssTYE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8EDuvlssTYE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-5509514655175778289?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5509514655175778289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/ytd-i-couldnt-sleep-then-woke-up-at-2am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/5509514655175778289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/5509514655175778289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/ytd-i-couldnt-sleep-then-woke-up-at-2am.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-6612203991691723274</id><published>2009-05-10T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:35:46.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>@_@ Today is Mother's day and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; BIRTHDAY! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday to MICHELLE! ^^ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day to my mum also :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Today was going to bring my mum to eat dinner at Century Square.. Then she pangseh my sister and me D: I stayed at home whole day just for her T_T wasted effort.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, COUNTING DOWN TO MY BIRTHDAY! XD 25MIN TO GO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-6612203991691723274?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6612203991691723274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/6612203991691723274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/6612203991691723274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-5145431508311591336</id><published>2009-04-19T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:48:54.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today I died in oral...... stuttering... say until like... no link stuff.... sianz, think cfm drop to na liao @_@ fail oral = fail mt coz main paper and compo........if can pass, i happy le = cannot go sec 3 express.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good news is... dun need do maths, art and english hw for 1 extra day~! Monday I'm going to the SYF place, help move the instruments ~_~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haiiz... dunno what to say le...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-5145431508311591336?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/5145431508311591336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-died-in-oral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/5145431508311591336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/5145431508311591336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-died-in-oral.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-257987675506254244</id><published>2009-03-21T16:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:45:11.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL I just got told this.&lt;br /&gt;This guy helped a really dense girl. She dropped her contact lenses after being knocked down by the guy. So the guy bought her a new pair of contact lenses for her. So she gratefully said, "Let me pay you back with my body." LOL Then the guy was thinking... *cough* adult rated thoughts =x. She continued with, "When I'm dead, you can have my organs. You can sell my lungs or something." The guy then had a face-palm expression. LMFAO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-257987675506254244?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/257987675506254244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-i-just-read-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/257987675506254244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/257987675506254244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/lol-i-just-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-3185243192351225524</id><published>2009-03-21T14:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:39:20.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. I changed my skin. Nice? Give me comments. :)&lt;br /&gt;I really hate homeworks. Do you? haha. ;D&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, chinfung... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-3185243192351225524?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3185243192351225524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/3185243192351225524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/3185243192351225524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-7004951401507503787</id><published>2009-03-18T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:55:19.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.... tbc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-7004951401507503787?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7004951401507503787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahas-this-is-random-shit-never-look-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/7004951401507503787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/7004951401507503787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/hahas-this-is-random-shit-never-look-at.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-8751935569361608808</id><published>2009-03-17T21:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:13:15.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days are boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-8751935569361608808?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8751935569361608808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-few-days-are-boring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/8751935569361608808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/8751935569361608808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-few-days-are-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-1625331104691216561</id><published>2009-03-09T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:46:54.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>~_~ Today this sec 3 guy fainted when "we" were singing the national anthem. Hehe, I didn't sing ;x My voice always sounds weird in the morning. @_@ Then the teachers came. Kaoshh.. I scared they scold me for not singing ~_~ then inch away... accidentally stepped on "someone's" bag =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ltr was p.e, woohoo, dun have batminton( dunno how to spell @_@ I am so pathetic.) but got soccer! =D Batminton I always drop the shuttlecock de, keep bend down, pick up, bend down, pick up, back damn pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem the sentence below is completely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My female p.e teacher taught us how to kick balls today, our male teacher stayed for around 2minutes and left."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;_&lt;, I know it's lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my aiming sucks, I keep kick until the back @_@, then estia have to keep run to the back to take back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess that time, my fren tell me she just realised I had a blog &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of the day raining very heavily... some more the bus take so long to come, the opposite bus stop, got 2 stop by le. Then finally 1 come to my side de bus stop &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-1625331104691216561?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1625331104691216561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-this-sec-3-guy-fainted-when-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/1625331104691216561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/1625331104691216561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-this-sec-3-guy-fainted-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-1507311933023425895</id><published>2009-02-22T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:55:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>recently updated tagboard, dunno why suddenly the code smth wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted these few weeks coz i was feeling lazy =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th Febuary:&lt;br /&gt;I did the multiple intelligence thing... and found out I was a self-centered person who doesn't appreciate music even though I'm in a musical cca. I also have no balance, no problem-solving skills and no people skills. My language is good and I can actually... design LMFAO, I can barely draw! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th Febuary:&lt;br /&gt;After malay class, I went to the hot dog place. They were having a discount. :D&lt;br /&gt;Then my sister tell me to wait for her, she was coming over to buy also. Walao, she make me wait 1 hour+ =_= we bought the forgot what name hot dog then went to library coz she wanted to borrow some literature books. I followed her since I didn't want to go home yet. I went to read comic books. =] I found a fruits basket manga book also :O I never see before manga in Pasir Ris library before! Not that I went there much... I dun think I went there last year at all. ~_~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note of the fact I didn't mention changing out of my school uniform ;x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later around 6, I went home and my sister went to elias to the lan shop to zak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20th Febuary:&lt;br /&gt;I found out that there were 4 people whose bdae was today. Long Xin Yi, Loo Wan Yi, (dunno surname but from 2/7 de) Xin Ying and a sec 1 guy who was apparently very thin or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I forgot about wan yi's and xin yi's bdae, i was on the bus half doing homework, then see the date then realised. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I went to bookshop to chiong buy something. =x Then got some sec 1s talk quite loudly... nah, actually only got them and me inside only, so only they talking hahas. They say today is 1 guy's bdae so they buying something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, today quite happy, miss anne and mr teo never come. Not that I hate them or anything but it's an unofficial student's rule, u should never like any of ur teachers coz they will give u work. The exceptions are ur home econ's,pe and relief teachers, coz for home econs u get food :D , pe can play ^_^, relief teachers won't teach u a lot of times, so generally, dun bother remembering them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, I had to do the "qi che man man..." mo xie again, coz I keep can't rmb the last few lines =.= End up have to do again next week coz I had to go cg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During cg, very sian, I just practice a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then break time, I tried to whistle the tune of "Miss Universe" by S.H.E. Last few notes too high for me. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Xin Hong tell me is Xin Ying's bdae today. So later when letting off, I wished her happy bdae. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we were let off though, the zhao lao shi say some of the people from er hu section like very what~ So when she released us, while walking down the stairs, I heard someone say "fuck her balls la" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking home, I was eating curry puff, then I heard a cracking sound... my tooth broke into 2. O.o I finally dropped my er.. sort of baby tooth. =) Now one of my tooth is sunken in ~_~ I should go to a dentist. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went to play audition and 1 of my fren who I haven't seen in a month, told me that he read about the school rule in the article. Hahas, he agree with me that this rule sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st Febuary:&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's a saturday, I had to go cg. Blehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My percussion section only got 1 junior... so sad T_T If got more then I can slack le. She's from adventurous. &gt;_&gt; Last year, the percussion section had 2 thinkers, 2 adventurous, 2 entrepeunors (dunno how to spell) and 2 challengers. No innovators ;O Now with the jr, Jia Xin, got 3 adventurous &gt;_&gt; INVASION OF THE ADVENTUROUS HOUSE! ROAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I practiced the forgot what song. Then I try to play all the instuments in it, the drum and the 3 "luo". Haha, feels like drum set liddat but end up I cannot play all the parts... too hard for me @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached home and helped my sister's fren to do zak quest coz I promised him ytd. I used 95 unagis, 6 manas and earned 11 elixirs, 3 power elixirs and 5 dead mine scrolls for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hunt for the paper documents first, first time went in hunted 21 paper documents and 6 keys. Then i smuggled out both of them. I went to cc3 zak place to ask someone to bring me in coz if i went in as leader of my party with those things, I will lose them. Then end up all of them dun wan to help, aquila ppl are so "..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nvm, I just dropped the keys and went to cc9 to do again, I smuggled in the documents. (I can only smuggle one thing.) Then I died -.- coz I was aiming to drain 1 of the mob, then coz the mob come too close, i cannot drain... zzz I got 25 papr documents and 4 keys then. So I smuggled out the documents only. Then I was so damn stupid, I forgot to smuggle in the documents when i was going in.......... Pissed off, have to do again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sian, I went to kill some mobs so that my sister's fren won't realise he died. I quickly finished stage 1. Then for stage 2, the jumping part, I do until like very fast =D I never really see how long I took but I think I took around 10-20min only. ^_^ So later I logged off and went to do other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So At 8 smth liddat, I went to play audition and played with 1 of my fam other blue tag. Play with him make me damn sad =.= I was playing with him the 188bpm Lovely, then he every game also get at least 1.1mil. T_T I only got 500k+. I keep missing cfm also -.- I didn't even do 1 cfm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22nd Febuary:&lt;br /&gt;I went to watch the Monster house on okto today. Even though I watched it before. I was bored... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to play audition for awhile and finally did the 3254 techno party wave! 7946134679461346 -&gt; 79461346794613464 -&gt; 7946134679461346 -&gt; 79461346794613466 -&gt; 7946134679461346 -&gt; 79461346794613463. =D I dunno why today so blur though, keep missing cfm. Then I was playing db4 team, i keep cannot perf =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's fren came over at around 1. She also plays audition. ^_^ So she went to play audi and I went to download some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, my 2 cousins and uncle and ahma from my father's side come over. Awkward... dunno what to say to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols, I went to my sister's fren's side there then just stayed there... I didn't even realise when they went home. They never say bye =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to blog. Hoho, this is my longest post so far. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-1507311933023425895?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1507311933023425895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-updated-tagboard-dunno-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/1507311933023425895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/1507311933023425895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/recently-updated-tagboard-dunno-why.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-8747483451370946222</id><published>2009-02-13T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:07:36.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Friday the 13th... Bleh, late today and saw miss anne and mrs aziz at minimart @_@ So unlucky == No mood liao....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-8747483451370946222?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/8747483451370946222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-friday-13th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/8747483451370946222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/8747483451370946222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-6957431000169449890</id><published>2009-02-07T22:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:52:40.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RWRRRRR! I'm CMI at chinese! I keep can't rmb the "Xun deng cai" or smth... @_@ Damn it! Must jy memorise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keke, I just made the video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1nA-XIubgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1nA-XIubgE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正月初一头一天 Zheng yue cu yi tou yi tian&lt;br /&gt;家家户户过新年 Jia jia hu hu guo xin nian&lt;br /&gt;大街小巷悬灯彩 Da jie xiao xiang xun deng cai&lt;br /&gt;炮竹响连天 Pao zhu xiang lian tian&lt;br /&gt;七个隆咚锵咚锵 Qi ge long dong qiang dong qiang&lt;br /&gt;炮竹响连天 Pao zhu xiang lian tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小妹过年真高兴 Xiao mei guo nian zhen gao xing&lt;br /&gt;换上心鞋穿新衣 Huan shang xin xie chuan xin yi&lt;br /&gt;从头到脚打扮好 Cong tou dao jiao da ban hao&lt;br /&gt;上街去拜年 Shang jie qu bai nian&lt;br /&gt;七个隆咚锵咚锵 Qi ge long dong qiang dong qiang&lt;br /&gt;上街去拜年 Shang jie qu bai nian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;正月初一头一天 Zheng yue cu yi tou yi tian&lt;br /&gt;家家户户过新年 Jia jia hu hu guo xin nian&lt;br /&gt;大街小巷悬灯彩 Da jie xiao xiang xun deng cai&lt;br /&gt;炮竹响连天 Pao zhu xiang lian tian&lt;br /&gt;七个隆咚锵咚锵 Qi ge long dong qiang dong qiang&lt;br /&gt;炮竹响连天 Pao zhu xiang lian tian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小妹过年真高兴 Xiao mei guo nian zhen gao xing&lt;br /&gt;换上心鞋穿新衣 Huan shang xin xie chuan xin yi&lt;br /&gt;从头到脚打扮好 Cong tou dao jiao da ban hao&lt;br /&gt;上街去拜年 Shang jie qu bai nian&lt;br /&gt;七个隆咚锵咚锵 Qi ge long dong qiang dong qiang&lt;br /&gt;上街去拜年 Shang jie qu bai nian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七个隆咚锵咚锵 Qi ge long dong qiang dong qiang&lt;br /&gt;炮竹响连天 Pao zhu xiang lian tian&lt;br /&gt;七个隆咚锵咚锵 Qi ge long dong qiang dong qiang&lt;br /&gt;上街去拜年 Shang jie qu bai nian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I sing like got china accent... Sian....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-6957431000169449890?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/6957431000169449890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/rwrrrrr-im-cmi-at-chinese-i-keep-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/6957431000169449890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/6957431000169449890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/rwrrrrr-im-cmi-at-chinese-i-keep-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-7645198047172480794</id><published>2009-02-03T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:47:50.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lolz I very stupid today ~_~ I went library, then thought maybe got the new paper. End up dun have == waste my time... bleh~ Ltr i go my cca, then got the newspaper to read xD My senior lend me =] Coral sec famous liao xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then coz seniors and juniors got diff recess, i hear someone say during the senior's recess, got some sec 4/5 ppl go disturb DM, say DM famous liao lol~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya hor, today the announcement, they say tmr go hall for morning assembly. One of my cher say is coz O levels very good, so got half-day. She say, cannot tell ppl one, then hor, my cca fren tell me they know liao. Wth... I thought a lot of ppl dunno... then end up so many ppl know ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cca sort-of-old-fren tell me 3rd floor girls toilet is haunted... I dunno whether can say or not, coz is her story. I just know quite creepy coz like she tio real ghost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-7645198047172480794?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/7645198047172480794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/lolz-i-very-stupid-today-i-went-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/7645198047172480794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/7645198047172480794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/lolz-i-very-stupid-today-i-went-library.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-3217013348432841207</id><published>2009-02-02T15:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:19:40.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>@_@ Today I went to buy paopaocha with Yao Hui and Estia, then saw someone who looked like miss anne. She queuing up infront of us, she got the same hair then also wear the type of clothes that look like what miss anne will wear. Scary... Then I see her face, heng not her lolz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Forgot to mention Lydia's B-dae today... Hehe, late Happy Birthday, Lydia =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-3217013348432841207?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/3217013348432841207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-went-to-buy-paopaocha-with-yao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/3217013348432841207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/3217013348432841207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-went-to-buy-paopaocha-with-yao.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8533005753459655252.post-1457147871134861247</id><published>2009-02-01T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T17:03:04.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, nothing much happened... just that I created this blog. ^^ Randomly picked the template, I think I will change this soon though. Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will attempt to make my own blogskin! ;O Hopefully, it'll turn out nicely~ =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8533005753459655252-1457147871134861247?l=evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/feeds/1457147871134861247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-nothing-much-happened.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/1457147871134861247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8533005753459655252/posts/default/1457147871134861247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://evilalienfromouterspace.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-nothing-much-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>wsCF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13964583924085418090</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ieAWVQ3sZtI/Sj7eWnf-Z-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nRPEGVtytHs/S220/Chinfung1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
